Another great one from Chris Muir.
I've been enjoying the homemade bread I was sent, for breakfast and lunch. Yum. My Blenheim Ginger Ale has been greatly appreciated, too. (For those Out of the Loop, the two best ginger ales are Blenheim and Buffalo Rock.)
We've been hosting a squad or so of infantry here in the camp. They were here for a mission, which was postponed, so they hung out in our MWR room for 24 hours. They had to stay somewhere, so I certainly wouldn't begrudge them a room and some environmental control, but it's nice to have some space and quiet again.
I am winding up Gust Front, with both delight and sadness. It's a great book, which I have enjoyed thoroughly, I'm just a wee bit sad knowing I don't have any of the other Ringo books in the series waiting. I don't think I've enjoyed and looked forward to novels so much since I was fairly early in David Weber's Honor Harrington series (which have declined in enjoyability, Dave, if you're listening! Don't mean to bust you out like that, but if contacting you was easier, I'd have just sent you an email or letter).
Before I left for this deployment, I tried to plan various ways to occupy my time. Buddy Byron tried to give me some admonition about dividing attention, but I told him, "Man, you don't understand. The really big enemy of the soldier is boredom. I have to find ways to spend my time, or I'll go nuts."
I know I've been very fortunate. Being seperated from my many dear friends and family and the US of A(!) is hard, but aside from the odd running with a can of 120mm ammo on my shoulder ("Wt 97 lbs") while returning fire, and the frequently encountered stupid NCO, this has been a vacation compared to the experience of so many previous US veterans. If I acknowledged any gods, I would thank them.