So, here I sit at FT. Dix, New Jersey, patiently (god damn it, I mean fucking patiently) awaiting for the day to come when I go home. The sheer amount of unbelievably stupid shit I've put up with over the last year means nothing to these last THREE DAYS. All I want to do is go home. I was fully prepared to sit through endless hours of briefings, being stabbed with needles and answering ridiculously asinine questions for the sake of getting me the fuck out of here. I mean, what's a week, compared to the collective time I've spent away? But I wasn't prepared for the half-days, the well-meant but pointless downtime, the ungodly sedentary pace in which this demobilization process is moving. Seriously, this whole thing could have been cut down to three days, 12 hours each. And there isn't a damn person here who wouldn't happily go through 12 hours of hell for three days straight, if it got us home sooner.
There are three things that are keeping me from going bat-shit crazy. 1) My deep seated patience, the resounding mantra of," It's almost over. You can make it, you don't actually need hit these morons, however good it would feel." 2) My music. The music brings the memories, and with the memories, it's almost like being home. I can drift through the better days in a cloud of notes, chords and melodies. Believe me, I've got plenty of time to enjoy my selection. 3) The very thought of being home. All of my friends who prayed for my safe keeping, my family and their unfailing support, and the promise of the family that I'm going to become part of. So much uncertainty, coupled with love and promise.
Three more days...
There are three things that are keeping me from going bat-shit crazy. 1) My deep seated patience, the resounding mantra of," It's almost over. You can make it, you don't actually need hit these morons, however good it would feel." 2) My music. The music brings the memories, and with the memories, it's almost like being home. I can drift through the better days in a cloud of notes, chords and melodies. Believe me, I've got plenty of time to enjoy my selection. 3) The very thought of being home. All of my friends who prayed for my safe keeping, my family and their unfailing support, and the promise of the family that I'm going to become part of. So much uncertainty, coupled with love and promise.
Three more days...
