- Omnipresent aerostat balloon watching over me.
- Free food.
- Free gas.
- Free laundry.
- Wearing body armor = free exercise.
- Walking everywhere = free exercise.
- Running for bunker = free exercise.
- No cooking.
- No cleaning.
- No utility bills.
- No cell phone.
- No commercials on TV – and the military infomercials are so entertaining.
- No grocery shopping or trips to the mall.
- No yard work.
- No pesky “What will I wear this weekend?” dilemmas.
- Every volleyball court is a sand volleyball court.
- Bronchial rattle of hooch air conditioner comforting, reassuring.
- Two guns and a knife make me feel like a bad-a*s.
- The Gator.
- The bat house.
- Random weirdness, such as abandoned open box of Q-tips at bus stop.
- That fresh bubble gum smell of a clean port-a-john.
- Cha Cha wetting his pants.
- Bugging the engineers.
- “Jambo jambo!”
- Can always depend on a good giggle from Australian uniform “camouflage” (It has lavender hearts, I’m not kidding)
- World’s most beautiful palm trees.
- Bird song saturating the hot mid-morning air.
- Feeling of contributing to history.
- The friends I’ve made.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Down to Single Digits!!
Thirty things I'll miss about Iraq...
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3 comments:
Toonces,
You'll be home before you know it. Enjoy you decompression time in Kuwait! They have Starbuck!
So thankful you and Pearl are down to single digits. Your blogs have been terrific. Pearl's mom.
I just discovered your blog...while googling bat houses (of all things)....but really enjoyed your postings...and commented about your blog on my own blog at http://studiog.greayer.com
hope you are well - my best - R
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