Monday, November 28, 2011

Dust, old cars, and moon rocks

I forgot just how much I loath this country, with its wet-dog smell and silt blown into every crevice. But I'm here, after a marathon series of flights. It's good to be well prepared, but there is a down side to the four duffel bags worth of uniforms and gear I was issued.

I thankfully have my own little teeny-tiny living cubicle, which is a major improvement from living accomodations on my last deployment! I am looking forward to learning the job well and making the most of this year.

3 comments:

Old NFO said...

Do what you've gotta do and come home safe... And, yeah, it stinks in more ways than one...

Brigid said...

Hate to see you gone, but they could find no one finer to do what you do. Be safe, and your friends will keep the home fires burning.

J.R.Shirley said...

Thanks, friends. :-)


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