Week 11

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So many days go by, and I forget to count them sometimes. I've only been in the desert for 2 ½ months, but it already feels like home. At least, home in the way that everything is familiar. Christmas here was filled with work, as was new years. It just happened to fall on the days of my shift.

I have found a routine, and even through the daily changes, I always seem to fall back on it. There has been a ton of things going on, actually. Most of them trivial. The blast walls around the city are starting to come down.

The parks are being re-opened, though I doubt you'll find me strolling down the paths at night. Many of the buildings occupied by Coalition Forces are being returned to the Iraqis. One such building is used to feed us. Lord only knows where we will have to go to get lunch now.

I am stationed in a city, so we have some things a little better than those out in Forward Operating Bases. We eat lunch in a hotel, while they eat lunch in a DFAC. It is the same food only at our place there is a giant ceramic cheetah.

On a good note, one of my buddies had a baby, and he gets to fly back home to see her. Little Miss Allyssa Lewis was 8 pounds 3 oz. (I think). He gets two weeks back in the real world, where only your wife can tell you what to do. I am starting to forget what those days are like.