Return. Back in the land of the sand.
So there I was geting so rest after traveling in Iraq in trucks, buses and planes. Later that day...
I awoke from my slumber to see a Capt near my bunk saying that there were seats on a patrol going to Normandy. It was nice to see him, as he was once a LT in my company, but there was hardly time for pleasentries as I wasn't going to miss my chance to get out of the tent I was in and back to where my own bunk was. I quickly gathered my stuff and walked out into the darkness searching for my ride.
It cam in the form of a patrol of Hummers going to the FOB, probably on there way from anougther patrol. They let us load up our bags and gave us a quick brief, then we loaded up. I got in my second favorite seat, the one right behind the driver, and we headed out for our 30 minute ride.
The moon was bright and the air was thick with a storm that was ready to come in, but just couldn't. Everything was familiar, but at the same time I noticed little differences, or maybe just things I hadn't noticed before as we made our way back.
The ride was uneventful and I was soon back to my room, after getting a brief greeting from everyone who saw me. Now it's back to doing paperwork for the next week as I have to finish up awards and NCO evaluations that are now due. Oh, Joy. :(