Sergeant Liddy showed up yesterday afternoon, his blond hair stubbly from a fresh haircut. He has somehow managed to noticeably gain weight in the week that he's been gone.
He told me, "Shirley, I don't know where your black box is"- the black box being my big job box issued to me in lieu of a locker. Meyers told me it's right next to his, so that's a relief! I'm not surprised Liddy has no clue where it is.
We were told that we'll be pulled out of this camp sometime between the 25th of April and the 5th of next month, so the light can actually be seen at the end of the tunnel. I'm hoping the whole demobilization process won't take too much time, but for the first time, it's starting to feel like going home isn't so far away. I can make it.