Monday, December 31, 2007

Goodbye 2007-Hello 2008

Its about 1015 am on the last day of 2007. And last year I wrote about how amazing 2006 was and I have to say the same thing about 2007. It started in my "hooch" in Balad, Iraq, and it ends in my house on a couch with my two babies, elvis and eddie. T is slaving away at a work, but we will all welcome the new years together tonight. The memories I have of my deployment still remain so vivid. I miss my guys and gals so much. I wonder how each of them will spend the new year. Last year, we all looked forward to the change to 2007...because it meant that we would be in the same year that the deployment would end. On January 1, 2007, we could all say...WE ARE GOING HOME THIS YEAR!!!. We were also looking forward to going on leave. Ah but then...in the combat zone....we realized we still had such a long way to go. I remember thinking what I would be doing a year from then. What I would be doing today. Well its a year later, and here I sit. Pondering about what my future holds. Feeling just a little sad and sentimental about what happened a year ago. Missing my soldiers. Wishing in some small way, to relive this all over again. Crazy?. I guess so. You know the saying about taking the boy out of the city....well my take is similier. You can take the soldier out of the combat zone, but you cant take the combat zone out of the soldier. Its still very much with me. Well, anyway...happy new year boys and girls. Here's looking forward to 2008!

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Decisions Decisions Decisions

I am sitting here on my couch, thinking about what the next few weeks and months will hold for me. Last year at this time...I knew what the coming days would hold. I knew what I was doing, when I was doing it and what was expected of me. This year, its all a little cloudy what my future holds. Earlier this month, I went back to my first drill and it felt good to put the uniform on again. Now as I ponder what I am going to do, I think of the possibilities. Recruiting for the Guard? I have been offered a position. Deployment to Georgia? (I have been asked to volunteer for a paralegal position working with the wounded warrior program for returning Iraqi/Afganistan vets). Working with homeless veterans? ( I have interviewed and will get a second interview for a director of veteran affairs position) Real estate appraiser/sales agent? (I have a license in both of these fields and have been dabbling a bit in both of these fields recently.) I am not sure what will happen. All these options...and I am clueless right now as to what I am going to end up doing. Ha ha. How is this for decisiveness? Two years ago around new years, I wished for a new military career...well I got that. Last year...I wished for world peace (well that hasn't happened...but I still dream. This year...I am not sure what to wish for...maybe world peace again and continuing my military career. I guess I will have to see. Here is wishing you all a happy new year...from my family (T, elvis and eddie) to yours.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Veteran Day 2008

Today is Veteran's day. I didn't do much. I bought a new couch. I am sure I did more last year. Ha ha. But then again, I wasn't a veteran then. I was an active duty soldier. Today I am sitting in my living room, not in my "hooch" with my dogs and my honey at my side instead of my M16. And even though I am so glad to be back home, I have moments when I can't stop thinking about Iraq. I hear from my bud Blucher and he says he is having some of the same feelings. Yeah, this time last year we were thinking about what it would be like a year from then. Which is today. Ha ha. But today being Veteran's day, means that my thoughts are with guys and gals who are still over there and those who have come back. The other day, I was saddened by a report that came out that said that over a quarter of all homeless people were veterans. That is really stunning to me for some reason. Another report says that there has been a dramatic increase in suicide among returning Iraqi war veterans. And there is still alot of problems with VA care for wounded soldiers. So as much as everyone always says we need to take care of the "troops" and our "vets", it seems that alot of it is all talk and no action. Veterans day should not be one day. It should be everyday. When I was in Iraq, we didnt have to worry about much. We had a warm place to live, plenty of food, entertainment, free health care and we got paid really well. Granted, sometimes we got shot at, but that was rare. But as soon as we become "civilians", well thats when the stuggle begin. Homelessness, unemployment, poverty, and so on. So once the government has used us up...then its off you go buddy...wtf? So, yeah. Today is Veteran's Day. We don't want parades and people flying flags and all that shit. We want jobs, places to live, and decent health care. Just like everyone else.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Long time...no write

Well it sure has been a long time since I sat down to write an entry in this blog. But I have been busy. When last I wrote, I was just off active duty and was taking some time to get adjusted to my life as a civilian. In the last month, I have worked hard to get my pre-war career back on track. I hold a real estate sales license and an assistant appraiser license. Prior to going back on active duty I dabbled a bit in the real estate field and enjoyed it. I have decided that this kind of career will fit well with both my personal goals and with the experience and education that I have. It was also let me set my own pace and schedule. I have eased back in to doing theater again and expect to have the opportunity to do even more of that the next year. I have set up my office now in the house (spent a lot of money to do this... ha ha), but I know it will pay off well. I have not gone back to my home unit yet...we are scheduled to drill the first saturday in November. I think that will be interesting and I am looking forward to putting the uniform on again. But for now...I am just Glenn Read...real estate wiz and stay at home dad to our babies, Elvis and Eddie. Haha. I love it. I promise to write more often. See ya dudes.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Civilian life

Well after almost for almost 18 months, I was on active duty for the US Army. As of Tuesday morning, I am officially off active duty and settling in to civilian life again. I changed my plans a bit, deciding I needed more time away from full time military obligations to reconnect with my pre-war life. Last week I out-processed and left Ft Drum with my DD 214 (discharge papers) and took off my uniform for the last time for at least a few weeks. I am still a member of the NY Army National Guard and will resume drilling with my unit next month. I am also in the process of looking for a new job and organizing the house. So I am easing back in to life here. Nothing too stressful. I am enjoying watching the Yanks and Cowboys and have even done a short acting gig with my friends at Zuzu's Wonderful life. Life is good...once I figure out what I am going to do next...well it will be even better. For now, I am bonding with T, Eddie and Elvis everyday. I hope you are all doing well. Later gators.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Leave and Transition

It has been over two weeks since I last posted. Alot has happened in that two weeks. I enjoyed my birthday and had a great party at Christa's house...with lots of great food and drink. At the party I saw lots of my old friends and really enjoyed myself that whole weekend. On Sunday I went and picked up that big goofy yellow lab and he was as thrilled to see me as I was to see him. T and I took him home and he fit right in with Eddie (our other dog). We need to get a bigger bed though...it really crowded with two dogs and two humans. Ha ha. The 27th I played the best 9 holes of my golf career. I did no worse then double bogeys each whole and had some really good putts. Eric was shocked and I won a free breakfast from him. One of the few bets I have one from him. On the 30th, T and me and Eric and Wanda went on a cruise. That was fun...we ate...we slept...we drank...we ate...we spent money...we ate...we ate...gained like 5 pounds! All in 4 days. It was hard to leave that boat. T had a great time and so did I. We are already planning our next trip. On Tuesday, I packed up and headed to Ft. Drum to begin the new phase of my military career. I have volunteered to serve as a trainer for the Army. In my new job I will be working with soldiers from the National Guard/Reserves who are preparing for deployment to Iraq or Afganistan in the next few months. It is pretty exciting work and I know that I will be successful with it. The only problem right now is that I am still trying to track down the necessary paper work and waiting for orders, yadda yadda yadda. You know the deal and have heard it all before. Ha ha. I did get a chance to go home the last weekend and most likely will be going home this coming weekend. Its Larkfest in Albany and T's birthday! Yoo Hoo! Well anyhoo...not much for me to do right now. Just need to keep focused and get back to working out and eating better. The Army don't want me to be fat...ha ha. Talk to ya later gators.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Albany on my Birthday

I am currently in Albany. Sitting on my couch with my honey by my side. It is my birthday. I am old. Ha ha. Today is my welcome home/birthday party (and my main girl Christa's birthday party too). I got back to Albany on Wednesday and I have done very little. I walked around in my underware all day long for the past few days. When we decided to go out to eat...T strongly suggested I put some pants on. Ruined my fun. Ha ha. But It has been restful and relatively peaceful. Today should be fun. I plan on getting very drunk and eating myself in to a stupor. I don't know what kind of shape I will be in tomorrow...but thats ok. I got nothing going on tomorrow. Here is a big shout out to my favorite sister and twin...Jeanne. She is getting older too...but somehow insists that I have passed her. This has been a tough year for her...physically and emotionally. But she is tough. I know she would have been alot better soldier then me. I am very proud of her. Much love sis! Have a happy birthday! Well I am off to go run down at the preserve. Enjoy your day!

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

One Year Ago - August 21, 2006

A year ago...I wrote this post, as I headed out of the country on my way to the combat zone. I have returned...but I will never forget the feelings I had that day.....Here it is again....on this one year anniversary of my deployment. Wow, where has the time gone?

Leaving on a Jet Plane - Elvis has left the Country
By the time most of you will read this, I will no longer be in the United States. Sometime in the next few hours I will be on a plane heading overseas. It will be the first time in my life that I have left this country except for trips to Canada and Mexico. I am both excited about this and a little nervous. I can't tell you when I will be back...or even if...I ever will come back. But its my goal. I really know how much I will be missed and I have promised everyone of you I would come back safe. But...just to cover my bases....I want to tell you how I feel at this moment. I have had so much to thankful for. I am healthy, I have a great family, and so many friends. Now I have my T...the love who waits for me. I just want you all to know how much I love you all. A man who has friends and a loving family...well he's got everything. I feel happier and more content then I have ever felt in my life. Its because of you. Each of you. Now I know you all think I am a little messed up in the head for doing this...and somedays even I think thats so...I have no regrets. However this ends...I know that I have made the right decision. When I was growing up, I got use to taking the easy road. All through my first tour in the army and through college, I never applied myself the way I should have. I was selfish and inconsiderate. But somewhere along the way, I started to change. Pehaps that was when I began working with people with HIV/AIDS. There I was taught and shown compassion. I started to realize that each person on this planet has purpose and meaning. Each life is precious...each person a gift from god. What I am doing is trying to use my gifts to bring a little ray of light to an area of the world that needs it right now. I want to do two main things:Support my fellow soldiers.Learn about and appreciate the Iraqi people.Some people do not think its possible to do both...but I know I can do it. Not sure how I will go about doing this, but hell...I got to try. I hope I can show both groups my sense of humor...my appreciation for diversity...and my compassion. I hope that I can make friends...as dear to me as all of you have been. I know if I get the chance...I will succeed. Or die trying.Good bye all. I love you all.


Looking back on that day....I am feel good about how things turned out. I am older...wiser...more experienced. I am a combat veteran and real proud to have taken this path. I am very happy to have had this chance.

In Green Weinie Limbo

I have come almost full circle. Back in March 2006, I wrote in this blog about how I was placed in waiting-for-orders status which seemed to go on forever. The Army wants you....so hurry up and then sit and wait...and wait...and wait. I am back at Ft Hood...waiting for orders that will get me back home. This coming weekend, big doings in Albany. The welcome Glenn Home and the Christa and Glenn's birthday bash. Lots of people are coming. All my friends...all Christa's friends....everyone. But I can't fully confirm that I am coming home yet...because I am still waiting for that precious piece of paper which authorizes me to move my ass up north. T is a little pissed at the Army right now. "How the fuck can these bastards get you all the way to Iraq and back but they cant get you from fucking Texas to NY?" Ha ha. Relax babe...I will eventually get there. I have a plan right now. If my orders don't come in time...I will go on leave. I have a plane reservation set for Friday just in case. I hope my orders come...because that will save me almost $500 dollars. So now I am just sitting and waiting hoping that everything works out. I love the Army...but I hate the Big Green Weinie. I should be use to it by now...but what the heck. It does give me something to rant about...and everyone knows how much I love ranting. Any hoo. I will keep you all posted.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Surging Forward...Falling Back

The so-called surge in Iraq has been going on for about 7 months now. Almost everyone that has an opinion on this subject says that the results have been very uneven and mixed. The initial purpose of the surge was to reduce the violence and killings in Baghdad and to stablize other parts of Iraq. The early results show that yes...violence in the capital has decreased, but the flip side is that the killings have increased in other parts of the country. Today there is a report coming out of north western Iraq revealing that over 250 people have been killed by a couple of car bombs in the last day. This is very bad news. The AP reported:

A U.S. general said the nearly simultaneous strikes against the Yazidis -- who have been attacked by Muslim extremists who consider them infidels -- was an act of "ethnic cleansing." An American military spokesman blamed the attack on al-Qaida. Zayan Othman, the health minister of the nearby autonomous Kurdish region, said the casualty toll had risen to at least 250 killed and 350 wounded as bodies were pulled from the rubble. That surpassed the death toll of 215 people from mortar fire and five car bombs in Baghdad's Shiite Muslim enclave of Sadr City on Nov. 23.

The carnage in Qahataniya dealt a serious blow to U.S. efforts to pacify the country, with just weeks before top U.S. commander Gen. David Petraeus and U.S. Ambassador Ryan Crocker are to deliver a pivotal report to Congress amid a fierce debate over whether to begin withdrawing U.S. troops from Iraq. U.S. officials believe extremists are attempting to regroup across northern Iraq after being driven from strongholds in and around Baghdad, and commanders have warned they expected Sunni insurgents to step up attacks in a bid to upstage the report.

It is stories like this that remind us of the nearly impossible mission we currently find ourselves in. All of our weapons...all of our soldiers...have not stopped the violence in the civilian communities. This is just the beginning, I am afraid, of a long bloody struggle...civil war...that will lead to more slaughter of both Iraqis and Americans. I don't know what the answer is. But the current road is not the path we can tolerate for very much longer.


Thursday, August 09, 2007

School Daze

Saturday the 4th I reported to BNCOC at Camp Mabry, Texas. Camp Mabry is in the middle of the best city in Texas....Austin. The week has been real busy with lots of classes and evaluations and early morning PT. Ugggg. This Course is not the vacation I thought it would be when I first found out I was going way back in May. I am glad to be here still the same. Although, the instructors and school cadre do treat us like stinkin' Privates. We have to march everywhere we go and do silly things like stand at parade rest when we are in the chow line. Today, was real busy for me. I started the morning running the PT program. Then I was appointed the platoon sergeant for the afternoon and conducted a class later in the day. It makes for long hours, but it has been quite fun actually. We are learning about military leadership, drill and ceremony, communications and motivation, and lots of other stuff. Sitting in the classroom all day is tough, but we are managing pretty well. The barracks are fun. I am in a room with 13 other guys. I shower in the morning with about a hundred. So I guess you can say that I am getting real close with a lot of the guys here...ha ha. We are half way through with the class and I like all the guys and gals in my platoon. Tomorrow I have a military briefing so I better make this quick and get to work. Peace my peeps!

Friday, August 03, 2007

Solitude and Back to School

This week has been a restful, quiet week. No long plane flights, no endless boring briefings, no out-processing. Mostly I just made phone calls and worked out. I spent a lot of time alone. Just waking up late and easing into the days. I have enjoyed the solitude and It felt good to ease back into real life again. All of that changes this weekend though. Tomorrow I go back to school in Austin. That being, Basic NCO class which starts tomorrow at 1300. The army has what we call NCOES (Non-commissioned officer education system). There are several courses that the army requires in order for NCOs to get promoted to the next rank. In my case, in order to get promoted to Sergeant First Class (or E-7) I need to complete BNCOC (basic non-commissioned officer course). There are two phases, with the basic phase beginning this next week and phase II (which is job specific) held at a later date. I actually have taken this course before....15 years ago. But, the army thinks it will be beneficial for me to take it again. Of course I don't remember much from the last time anyway, so what the hell. At anyrate I am ready and looking forward to getting this started and over with so I can get back home. Plans are being made for my return....my man G has begun planning for a big homecoming/birthdays bash for me and Christa. He sent me the menu....un-freaking believable...god he can cook. In addition to that, I am planning a small little get-away for T and me and Eric and Wanda. Looks like a cruise up the east coast for about 4 days! Yeah...that sounds like a great time too. I think I will need a little extra PT to keep the weight off the next few weeks. Ha Ha. Something very exciting happened tonight. I went to Starbucks and there on the newstand was the NYT!!! Yeah...cool. And it was todays date. In fine print, under the weather, was a sentence that said...PRINTED IN AUSTIN! Thats right. The New York Times was published right there in Austin. HA HA. How effin cool is that. Austin....you are my favorite city in Texas! (btw, Austin has gone Democratic for several decades....a little dot of blue in a sea of red....they voted for John Kerry and Al Gore!) Anyway, I am off to read my NYT and then to sleep in preparation for tommorow. Check back with me later this coming week.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

I miss Iraq!.....Ha ha....Yeah Right

You know I don't really miss Iraq. Nothing about it really. Not the endless noice of aircraft landing and taking off....the constant hum of generators...the awful smell of stewing porta-potties...the sand and dust on everything....D-FAC food in general...nope I don't miss any of it. Naaaa...I don't miss the 120 degree days and the long long hours. I don't miss anything about Iraq. And being home...reminds me of how much I missed when I was there and how much I don't miss about it now. You know the saying....it's always greener on the other side? Well bullshit....it is greener on this side and it always will be. Ha ha. I do miss my soldiers who have stayed behind. They will be here next weekend. I am looking forward to seeing them again. I mean no disrespect to the people of Iraq. I saw alot of beautiful things when I was there. Before it was war-torn...It was a beautiful place I bet. And it is home to them. I am sure if they visited here...they would get homesick too. But for me? I am glad to be back here. And if duty calls again..I would go back to Iraq again...without hesitation. This is not a comfort to those who love me. But it is the truth. But...for the time being.......I don't miss Iraq one bit.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Dick Gets a New Battery

Today the news is reporting that our favorite chicken hawk, Mr. Dick "we will be greeted as liberators" Cheney went in to get his pace maker battery replaced. So for a few hours, Georgie actually had some power as the evil one went under the knife. But alas, the Vice President showed what he was made of and recovered from surgery and will be available to continue to fuck the American People as he has for the past 7 years. Uh thank you again Ralph Nader. Any hoo, I don't want you all to think I was wishing any ill on him...he is human after all...(?). But, you see I want Mr. Cheney to live long enough to see his impeachment and that of his butt boy Mr. Bush. A few months ago, I remember thinking that the Democrats would be wrong for pushing the whole impeachment thing...but the more I see how these guys operate...the more I see the reason why our founders made impeachment an available option under the constitution. It was put there to ensure against abuse of power on the part of the executive branch. The Republicans impeached Clinton for essentially lying about a blow job. They considered this to be "high crimes and misdemeanors". What have these two done? Damn where do we begin? Lying about weapons of mass destruction to get into a war that has thus far caused the deaths of over 3600 soldiers and thousands of Iraqi civilians. Setting up illegal wire taps of Americans. Firing lawyers from the Justice Department...mainly because they refused to indict Democrats and other political enemies and then lying about it. "Outing" a CIA agent solely to discredit her husband who had questioned the administration handling of pre-war intelligence. The list goes on and on. These guys...they are the reason the founders put the impeachment clause in. To protect us from this sort of abuse of power. This is worse then Nixon. A lot worse. So Dick, enjoy your newly charged heart. But remember, the chickens always come home to roost. Well in your case (and all your buddies) the "chicken hawks" always come home to roost. Lets get this impeachment party started. Case you haven't all figured it out.....I'm BAAAAAAAACK!

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Fort Hood....The Sequel

Well here I am again. At Ft Hood Texas. Where it all began 16 months ago. It has not changed much really...at it sure seem nice to be back. I have been here since Monday. Yesterday, bright and early we reported to a outprocessing center and experienced yet more briefings to go along with gazillions we have already gone through. This was death by power point again. These briefings are just "check the box" kinda of shit that the Army feels is necessary for us as we experience reintegration into civilian society. Back in April 2006, I wrote this entry that described what this experience is all about....Death by Power Point, Redux:

Tuesday we experienced a variety of mandatory briefings for soldiers being deployed. For the better part of 6 hours we sat staring at video tapes of various briefings that the Army thinks is so important for us to learn be for we go to Iraq. They call this day "DEATH BY POWER POINT" because we have heard this all before and its still boring. Topics included riveting topics like how to avoid getting killed or a sexually transmitted disease. At one point I looked around the room and noticed that not one person was paying attention to the video that was showing. This was a horrible day because it was so hot in the room and the subject was so boring. (from April 11, 2006)

Uhhhh.....yeah....same deal. Boring shit. The lowlight yesterday was the 45 minutes of discussion about all the bad diseases we can get from having sex. You know..the clap, AIDS, herpes, Hep 1 and 2 and all that. The good news (and bad I guess) is that only a few people actually had sex over there, (present company excluded) so I guess I am not sure how they deem us to be at high risk for any of this. But they do like to scare the hell out of us by showing us pictures of diseased and infected penises and vaginas. Right before lunch no less. Well we did get through it and we continued our outprocessing today. Like I said...check the box and move out. I am not complaining mind you...the air is clear and the food taste really really good and its really quiet. No helos at 2 in the morning and every hour on the hour. The next few days will be low-key as I prepare to go to Basic NCO course in about 10 days. After that...its home to Albany and T and all my buds. There is a big party in the works. I hope!

Monday, July 23, 2007

Early Rise and on to Texas

Well yesterday was a long day and today started very early. 0200 to be exact. I awoke at that time and lugged my bags down to a bus that was waiting to take us to Philly for our flight south. We waited around and then loaded up around 0400 and headed to the airport. Yet another mode of transportation in this long long journey that started on Friday. Hopefully it will end today. My flight from Philly was uneventful except for the fact that some guy told me to hurry up in a not so friendly voice. Apparently I was taking too long to get my bag in the overhead compartment. I glared at him and in my very quiet inner voice I said....'HEY GIVE ME A BREAK ASSHOLE I JUST SPENT A YEAR IN THE EFFIN DESERT!...Of course he didnt hear me but then I look at him again and noticed that he most likely had to pay for two seats to fit his fat ass in. As he passed me I glared again and then said in my very quiet voice....HOW DARE YOU TALK THAT WAY TO ME...YOU UNAPPRECIATIVE FAT F**k...HERE I AM PROTECTING YOUR RIGHT TO OVER FEED YOUR FAT EFFIN FACE AND YOU TELL ME TO HURRY UP. Haha...YOU HURRY UP....THERES A HEART ATTACK WITH YOUR NAME ON IT BUDDY!....Haha. Oh of course he heard none of it...but thats ok...I felt good saying it even if noone ever heard it. Any way, I am in Dallas right now and feeling good. This is the last leg for awhile and I am looking forward to beginning the outprocessing phase. I will keep you all posted. Love you all my peeps!

Sunday, July 22, 2007

American Soil - I have returned!

Last night, at about 0130 I left the combat zone for the last time. Well until the next time that is. Ha ha. According to the pilot of the plane I was on, we crossed the Canadian Border into Vermont about 0830. We touched down about 0945, at Ft Dix, NJ and that is where I am currently. Tomorrow I will head back to Texas for a little more then 3 weeks of training and outprocessing before I head back to Albany. I am real tired right now (my body tells me its not 1815 but 0215 tomorrow.) Thats the jet lag. It will take me a few days to adjust to that I guess. But it does feel great to be back. Already today...I went bowling, played putt putt, rode a go-cart and had a couple of "cool ones". Thats like a week of Sundays already! I have missed so much being gone. I spoke to my brother Bill, Eric and Wanda, and T, and left phone calls for my sis-in-law Sherry. Tomorrow I will make some more calls. But, I can now say, I went to war and came back with all the parts that god gave me. That is a very good thing. Now I am looking forward to working the home front for awhile. Now I need to go collapse. Good night my peeps. Daddy is back in the country!

Saturday, July 21, 2007

THIS JUST IN...ELVIS SPOTTED IN KUWAIT MCDONALDS!

Well...he looked like Elvis anyway...the younger thinner one....ha ha. Hey kids, the trip back home has begun. Last night I flew into Kuwait and now am in the process of preparing for the flight back to the states...exact times are of course classified, but I wanted to make sure everyone knew that I was on my way. It is good to be back in Kuwait...although its effin hotter then hell around here. It has been an emotional week. Alot of sad goodbyes...mixed in with the joy of coming back to see all of my buds and family. Damn I miss Elvis too (that being the big yellow dawg). More to come later, I will be posting some updates and I progress. I love you all! Hmmm, Freedom is almost here!

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Getting Close

Well my friends....I am can almost taste freedom. This time next week, I will be on my way home. Well at least home...as in the good old USA. My real home...Albany....where T and Elvis and little Eddie wait for me...is still about a month off. But time...is on my side now. I am almost there. I have cleared post and now its just a matter of wrapping the last minute things up...like packing and mailing stuff home...and saying goodbye to all my buds here. The last couple of weeks have been busy...I had guard duty a few times, went to redeployment briefings, went to a couple of goodbye parties and started the long process of outprocessing. It will take some time for me to adjust, but I am ready to come home. There is just so much I am excited about doing when I get back. I have had trouble sleeping because of how much I have on my mind, combined with the excitement of leaving Iraq. The rest of this week will be a killer. Early mornings and long days ahead. But by the end of the week, the hardest part will be over. I miss you America. For all your flaws, I still love you. And it will be a very happy day the day I touched down...even if it is in Texas. Ha ha. I will keep you all posted and I begin my journey home. Stay strong baby! Daddy is almost home!

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

4th of July 2007 - Mark...you are not forgotten!

One year ago today I was in Houston, Texas participating in a 4th of July parade in which I rode in the back of duece and a half truck with other soldiers in my brigade. The crowd was great and they were very supportive of us and really showed it. It was classic american patriotism and it was moving and unforgetable. This what I wrote one year ago:

Sometimes I try to bring a level of levity to these posts. I dont take myself seriously and I like to make people laugh and think with what I write. Today, something happened to me that I will never forgot. I dont feel much like laughing tonight, so bear with me. Yesterday I had an opportunity to go to Houston for a couple of days to participate in a Independance Day parade. It was a chance to get out of FT Hood and to see another city in Texas I have not seen yet. We were escorted by a lady by the name of Ms. Julie (don't know her last name) who heads up a group on post that works with deployed soldiers, injured soldiers and their families. The do alot of neat stuff and show support for all those who need it. Ms. Julie has lots of friends all over Texas, and two of her friends joined us in Houston for dinner last night. They actually paid! We had about 24 in our group. Today we were in a parade held in a nice part of town called the Woodlands. As we rode down the parade route, people of all ages stood and cheered as we went by. It was very moving to see young kids and older folks (especially the veterans) enthusiastically cheer as we went by. "We love you" or "Thank you" was what they yelled at us as we went by. I was embarrassed a little I guess and just said thanks back to them. After awhile, I saw a young woman being held by two other woman. She was crying and was having a very bad time of it. I felt really bad because I knew that this meant that she had experienced some kind of awful loss. A few blocks down the road, Julie stopped our truck and brought the young woman to us and told us to help her into the truck. Julie says she needed to be close to us because she lost her brother to a road side bomb in Iraq last November. We all gladly helped her into the truck and told her that we would protect her. I then began talking to her and found out her name was Amy she was from Vermont and that her brother had been one of the "Green Mountain Boys", the Mountain Infantry unit out of Vermont. His name was 2LT Mark Procopio and he was killed in action on November 2nd, 2005 near Ramadi. Amy rode with us the rest of the parade route and got hugs from all the guys at the end. I told her that her brother will never be forgotten and that we wanted to come back to Houston next year so that she could see that we all made it back. I never had the honor of knowing Mark but I know that he was loved by his family and that he was killed doing something he felt was important. I pray that I will get the chance to do the same. Until that day, I salute Mark and the others who have lost their lives in this conflict. They will not be forgotten! Amy, it gonna be alright. I promise.


Well Amy, I am almost home. I want to come to Houston again before head home to Albany. Mark has not been forgotten, nor any of the over 3500 soldiers who have died during this conflict. I hope you are well. As far as the rest of you out there...all my family and my buds...have a great day and enjoy your 4th. Don't drink and drive and eat a burger or two for me. Happy Birthday America!

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Home Stretch!

It's July 1st. You know what that means? It means that I am leaving Iraq....THIS MONTH...and coming home to see all my family and friends...NEXT MONTH. Ha ha. How about that? The time has flown by and I can not believe that my departure is so close. Everyone is in count down mode. "HOW MANY DAYS YOU GOT SOLDIER?''....."30 days and a wake-up sergeant!" Everyone has a countdown clock on their computers...and mine says...20 days! Wow. There is so much that I need to do to get ready. This coming week will be real busy. I have guard duty on Tuesday and Thursday. And in between, on Wednesday, I have a DCS briefing. That is the briefing that those leaving theater have to have prior to leaving. It begins our out-processing. It is very exciting. And the saying goodbyes have begun. Since mid-May, we have been losing people to redeployment. My roommate left in May (I have had my own room since then) and a few of my buds have left the last few days. Yesterday, we had our last section party to say goodbye to one of my favorite soldiers. Jaime is a specialist from Houston. I have really bonded with her. She is a great soldier and a good friend. I know her husband and son cant wait to have her back, but damn we will miss her. You know, it was hard for me when I said goodbye to my family and friends back home, but it is equally hard for me to say goodbye to my soldiers. Because for the year and a half...they have been my family. I cherish everyone back home, but I will never forget the guys and gals who went to war with me. Who laughed and cried and worked and played all these many months. Everyone felt lonely and a little down (particularily around the holidays) this past year, but we all took comfort in the fact that we had each other. That is a bond that will never go away. I am so grateful for it. But, there is still much I need to do. The mission is not complete yet, but time is on our side. We are coming home THIS MONTH. Keep your fingers crossed and pray that we will see this one through.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Yes, I am Doing OK---Thanks for Asking

This is the longest time between post. I can't explain why it has been so long, but I guess it is because I have been preoccupied with thoughts of leaving Iraq next month and preparing for the redeployment of my unit. I can't believe that I have been out of the country for almost 11 months. Next month at this time, I will be back at FT Hood, Texas for another 3 weeks before I head home. The days are long still, and its getting real hot. The other day it was about 120. My fellow soldiers are getting what we call "short-timers" attitudes. Basically, we don't care about much right now. We see the light at the end of this very long tunnel. But still now and then we are jolted by reality when we get hit by a few mortar attacks that seem to be getting closer and closer to us. The last big attack came within a few hundred yards of me and a few guys got hit by shrapnel (but not hurt too bad). For the most part, what we are going through is not that much different that what most of you go through at your jobs. We come to work, goof off some, gossip and laugh a lot and make fun of the boss behind her/his back. But then, unlike at home, the siren goes off (air raid) and the big voice shouts... INCOMING...INCOMING... INCOMING....... and we hit the deck and pray that it don't fall right on our heads. Then we close our eyes and a few seconds later....boom.....or nothing.....or BOOM (if its close). The other day....it was....BOOM BOOM.....BOOM...BOOM! As I am sitting on the floor I am thinking....WTF????.....I volunteered for this? After awhile, we finally get the all clear, and we continue on with our day as if nothing happened. Ha ha. Not everyday is like this of course. But it does give us the feeling that we are finally earning a little of our "combat pay". Well, I have just over 3 weeks of unpredictability left. I really am hoping that there isnt a big "HIT ME" sign on my back the next time the mortars come visiting. Love to all my peeps.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Paris Hilton Needs a Hug

So the war is raging over here and there is bad news after bad news coming out of Baghdad. We are on target for another tough month here in Iraq. But THANK GOD WERE NOT PARIS HILTON!!!. I mean that poor girl...first the judge sends her to jail then the sheriff lets her out then that mean old judge sends her back to the pokey!! OH THE HUMANITY!!!!. So I am starting a FREE PARIS NOW! petition so that poor little rich girl doesnt have to spend an hour more in jail then she has too. NO JUSTICE...NO PEACE BITCHES!!! I mean, this story is big news. All the major news channels have been all Paris all the time. Even that RARELY FAIR AND NOT REALLY BALANCED news channel Fox has been spending big money talking shit about my girl. BACK OFF YOU JERKS! Paris needs a hug. And I for one want to say, as an American fighting man, fighting for all that is pure and just over here in the desert think that this oppression of Paris must stop. Just as as the American Army liberated Paris (the city in France) 62 years ago, I will lead a new band of brothers to liberate Paris (Hilton) this summer. Can you feel the OUTRAGE? Well my fellow Americans, D-Day approaches! ARE YOU WITH ME? LIBERATE PARIS....TODAY!


(THIS MESSAGE PAID FOR BY THE LIBERATE PARIS COMMITTEE AND CONCERNED CITIZENS LIKE YOU. DONATIONS WELCOME, BUT THEY ARE NOT TAX DEDUCTIBLE...THOSE BASTARDS)

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Ground Hog Day

If you ever saw the Bill Murray movie called "Ground Hog Day" you will know what I mean when I say everyday over here is alot like Ground Hog Day. The same thing, from morning to night, all day long, day to day and into the next day. Wake up at 0600, get dressed for PT, run PT, back to the hooch to grab the shower stuff and then its off to the shower and and into the shower and wash my ass and back to the hooch and get dressed and put on my uniform and gear and grab the weapon and strap it to my back and its off to walk the 15 minutes to work and then its a morning meeting with me and the LTC and Major and my man Bluch (where we talk about nothing and alot) and then its into the office and checking my email and getting updates from my subordinates and working on whatever is "hot" that day or whatever the LTC thinks is "hot" and then its off to lunch and eat KBR shit and then a mid-day walk and then back to the office to review the work of my soldiers until 1900 and then its put on my gear and strap my weapon to my back and walk back to the hooch--dripping wet from sweat cause its a hundred and oh fuck...and then its take off my gear and my uniform and check the internet and turn on the tv to watch crap and then its lay in the bed and fall all sleep and then the alarm rings and shit.....wake up and 0600, get dressed for PT........". You get the point. Ground Hogs Day...You see...when you are in the combat zone...you want ground hogs day...because if the shit hits the fan...and something messes with this daily regimen...it often means something really bad happens (like a chopper going down or some soldier getting killed or injured). We have had a few days like that since we have been in country, but for the most part, its just been SSDD. Well I am hoping for the last 7 weeks or so to be just like for me. Let me know what to expect...with no surprizes. I have had enough excitement to last me a long time. Now, I just want to get home fully intact...and with my mind intact.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

A Tough Month

Today is the last day of May. It has gotten hot in Iraq and it's been a very difficult month for civilians and soldiers alike. In is very hard to get a firm figure for the civilian deaths, but there have been hundreds this month. As far as soldiers, we have lost 119 in May. The third deadliest month since the war began in March 2003. The president and the generals will tell you that this is not a surprise. The up-tick in American deaths was expected, because our new tactics are riskier. No longer are we relying on fighting the enemy from spralling bases like Anaconda. Now we are sending smaller, more agile company-size or less units into the "belly of the beast". We are trying hard to win, not just by fire-power, but through doing the one thing we should have done better in the beginning....by winning the hearts and minds of the Iraqi people. This is counter-insurgency 101. We need to provide them the basics... security, food, water, electricity. In return for that.....they will provide us with information. Who are the terrorists...who are insurgents...who are the enemy? Who's laying IEDs, who's recruiting suicide bombers, who's blowing up buses in Baghdad? But to be successful at this strategy, we have to get closer to the people. We have to be more vunerable. We have to except more risks and more death. President Bush recently said he knows that August will be a very bad time. He expects more death. But this is the price of war, he says..and the price that we have to pay to win in Iraq. To defeat terrorism. So as tough as May has been...my guess is...it is only the beginning of a long, hot, summer of death in the desert.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Memorial Day in Iraq

Last year at this time I was in Kentucky and Tennessee spending the holiday with my family. I remember alot about that weekend. I went to see my nephews play baseball, went to my neice's birthday, and then celebrated a graduation party for my neice Samantha in a park in Kentucky. It was a fun, relaxing weekend. This year...well there is a totally different feel to this year. Since last Memorial Day, over 1000 more soldiers have been killed. In January, my Brigade lost 3 of them. I didnt know anyone who had died in this war last year. Thats different this year. I know 3 men who won't be returning with us. And we all know that at anytime, we could be taken as well. Because in this war, there is no "front" and there is no "rear". There is just us and lot's of people who hate us. Thats it. In a nutshell. There is this strange, uneasy feeling we all have. Not quite knowing what will happen, but feeling that something really bad is about to happen. I think most of feel that this is a lost cause right now, but as Tennyson wrote, "Theirs is not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die." I read his famous poem (The Charge of the Light Brigade) and I reflected on it alot. I dedicate it to all those who we have lost to this war and other wars. May they always be remembered, not just on Memorial Day, but everyday.

The Charge Of The Light Brigade
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Memorializing Events in the Battle of Balaclava, October 25, 1854Written 1854

Half a league half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of
Death Rode the six hundred: 'Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns' he
said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 'Forward, the Light
Brigade!' Was there a man dismay'd ? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had
blunder'd: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do
& die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of
them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of
Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres
bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army
while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line
they broke; Cossack & Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,Shatter'd &
sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of
them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd
at with shot and shell, While horse & hero fell, They that had fought so
well Came thro' the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was
left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge
they made! All the world wonder'd. Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light
Brigade, Noble six hundred!

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

10 Months in the Zone!

Tomorrow represents the end of the 10th month of my deployment in the combat zone. And the beginning of the 11th month. I officially got to Kuwait on the morning of August 23rd, 2006. It was really, really hot. In fact, heres what I wrote the day after arriving:


The last 24 hours have been the longest I can remember since basic
training. It began late Monday night when we were rounded up and bussed to a gym on Fort Hood and went through the final stages of paper work and inprocessing before we got on the plane. This was also the last chance that family members and friends had to see their soldiers off. It was pretty emotional and I was feeling for them and for myself as well. Just before midnight we got back on the bus and headed to the airfield where the huge plane was waiting. There the USO was there and gave us nice care packages and we hung out until it was time to load. A short time later we got on the plane and took off. We stopped off in Maine first, where we were greeted by USO volunteers and veterans from WWII, Korea, and Vietnam. It was nice to know that they supported us...if not the war. Back on the plane and off to Germany, we we changed planes and headed to our current location somewhere in the middle east. (can you guess where?...) I will be here for a for a week or more and then head to Iraq. Damn it is hot. I don't think anyone can fully appreciate how hot....and its not humid but it doesn't matter. Haha. Sand is everywhere. I am tired and worn out but my spirits are high. Its weird to think that 24 hours ago I was in Texas...and now....not. Haha. I will keep you all posted. (original post date August 23, 2007)

Kuwait is an interesting place. More desert then anything else. And hotter then it should ever be anywhere. Today it was 110 degrees. But in late August, this was the headline of my blog one day: "133 Degrees". I then penned this entry:

You know why there will never be peace in the middle east?...cause its too @@@@ing Hot! Thats right its was 133 degrees some time today. At night I use a blanket because it gets down to 100. Ha Ha. Its like in February and March in NY when we wake up to that first 50 degree weather and people want to start wearing shorts after a long winter. Crazy. Yep. I have never seen heat like this before. Oh its a dry heat too. The wind blows the heat and sand around and it get everywhere. Mostly in your mouth and nose. Next time you go out for a slice of pizza after drinking ask the guy if you can put your own slice in the oven. When he gives you the slice, stick it in along with your head. Keep it there for about 5 minutes. THATS HOW @@@@ING HOT IT IS!!!..Sorry Sherry. The heat is getting to me. We are not doing much except laying around and some classes now and then. There is a couple of big tents that have lots of movies, internet, books, and other stuff to do. There is a theater where they show lots of good movies. Mostly we go there to cool off. Happy Birthday to Christa! I hope her surprise party was wild and crazy. I know she and my peeps drank a little bit of wine. The only thing we have here is "Near Beer". Thats the non-alcohol stuff. I was hoping they would come up with the NA version of Grey Goose. But I doubt it. Well this week should be exciting. I understand that there is a big ass sandstorm heading our way! Yep. Sand and 80 miles an hour winds. These things are nasty and can last up to 5 days. We have to get plastic bags and seal up all our shit. Oh and we have to go out to the px and get our goat milk and eggs in case we get stranded. There will most likely be a mad rush for those things once the weather channel issues the storm warning....lol. Woo Hoo...maybe we will get a sand day...no school! At any rate, I guess things are going ok. Everyday I spend here is one more day I can cross off the calendar." (original post date August 27, 2007)

Iraq, I have to say, has been much better. There is a least a little vegetation and trees here. Kuwait?...just a lot of effin sand. In late July, I will make a return trip there on my way home. Somehow, I won't mind the return trip much. I'll be going home. At any rate, I am happy the time is going by fast. 10 months down...two to go!

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Bloody Bloody Surge

For the last several weeks, there have been thousands of new troops deployed to Iraq. Americans have heard about this "surge" of 30,000 or more soldiers who are here to improve the security situation down in Baghdad, but we actually get to see them. I am in Balad (Camp Anaconda) and almost all of these new soldiers are stopping here before they get to their final destination (Baghdad). They arrive by C130 and then are bussed over to our side of base where their transportation will be helo's for the short flight to Baghdad. I work near the airfield, so for the last several weeks when I would be leaving the office I would walk past the terminal where the formations of soldiers, with all there gear, would be waiting for their flights south. They are young. Very young. Mostly men, but a few woman as well. They are doing what we all did when we first got into the country. We were anxious...excited....and a little awkward. We didn't know what to expect. As I looked out at the formation, I saw their bags and gear lined up and I watched them as they interacted with each other and did the whole hurry up and wait game. Some read books...some listed to their MP3s. A few smoked and shot the shit. They didn't look scared this bunch. Not at all. Just the opposite. They looked content. Excited that they were finally going to be "in the fight." They...were going to war. But we members of the "Fobbets" club, (named for those of us who rarely leave the FOB) we feel a little envious of them. I mean, we know that we all have our jobs to do, but still, we all feel a little guilty about knowing that these guys are going into some horrible shit while we live in our safe little "gated community" and have many of the comforts of home like movies, swimming pools, and fast food. Today I read that a young paralegal (which is what I am) was killed two days ago in combat related action. He was young...not infantry....a paper pusher. Yet he was killed. Like hundreds who have died since the surge began, he was most likely blown up by an IED or a suicide bomber. He didn't join to knock down doors. To root out insurgents. He joined to be a paralegal. I bet for the college money. This is not a unique story I am sure. I wonder how many of the soldiers I passed on their way to Baghdad have met with a similar fate? I shudder to think. It is painful to think of any of those young kids losing their lives before they have had a real chance to live at all. God. I won't tell you what I wish for. It will upset many of you. I don't want to do that to you. I am safe....but inside...I feel torn. And yes...I feel a little guilty. I don't know why I guess. Well yes...actually I do. Think of them. Pray for them.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Mom

This Sunday is mother's day. It is the third straight one without my mom. I miss her. My mother died a little over 2 years ago. I was there with her at the end, along with my brother Bill, Ron, Sherry, and my sister Jeannie. I am grateful to have had the chance to be with her when she passed. I just wish I could have been there more with her when she was living. But such is life. I never seem to say the things I want to say to the people that I love. I don't know why that is. When my dad was lying in a hospital bed dying of a stroke, I wanted to tell him that I loved him...but I never did. I regret that. There are lots of things I wanted to say to my mother. I never did. I really regret that. My parents were decent people. My dad was a career military. But he was not the most squared away soldier...he got busted a few times. But he did serve honorable in WWII and Korea. He retired after 20 years as a E-4. Not a lot of money there. My mom was a stay at home mom. She gave birth to 7 of us. They both did their best to keep us all clothed, housed, and fed. The one thing I can say about both of them...we never felt unloved by them. They gave us and showed us that a lot. So we were poor, but we got by alright. It is difficult for me to explain to you my feelings for my parents. There are still so many unresolved issues that I have with both of them. Recently I have been thinking a lot about that last weekend with my mom. In late February 2005, I was in the middle of a three week run of A Streetcar Named Desire at Albany Civic Theater. I was playing the role of Mitch...(the Carl Malden role). Mitch is the one who is Stanley's best friend who is lonely and lives with his sick mother. Very sad character. Anyway, I got a call from my brother telling me that my mother (who we found out had inoperable lung cancer) was very close to death. He told me that if I wanted to see her I should get down there very quickly. I knew I would have to, but I was I was still in denial and thought that it would be OK for me to do the show that weekend and then leave on Monday to see her. Surely she would hold on for a few more days. My sister Jeanne got on the phone with me and she seemed to indicate that mom was not as bad as everyone was saying and that if I waited until Monday that would be fine. She was in denial too. Finally, my brother Ron got on the phone and he told me that it was that bad and that it was up to me to get down there before she died if I wanted to see her one last time. That did it. I made the plan to head down there the next day. I quickly made some calls and found a replacement to fill my role for the Saturday and Sunday shows, but I had to do the show that night. It was very surreal. I was playing a man whose mother was dying and didn't have long to live and that was the exact situation I found myself in for real. Well the next day I flew down to Kentucky and I had the chance to spend the next 48 hours with my mom and brothers and sisters. It was very sad. Very emotional. It was the longest 48 hours of my life. But I got a chance to speak to my mom, and to sing to her. And to hold her hand. We could even understand her when she tried to speak sometimes. But it is so hard to watch someone slip away like this. I nearly lost it at one point. I couldn't stand watching her struggle to breath. At one point, I told her to go..it was alright. But she was going to go on her own terms..not mine. Her time, it turned out, was early Monday morning. I remember watching her chest move up and down....and then nothing. The nurse came over to take her pulse and to listen to her heart. She looked at us and turned off the respirator. We all knew what that meant. My mother took one last final breath and then that was it. I instantly thought....it should be like this....our mothers see us take our first breath...we should be there when they take their last. As painful as this was, I am so grateful I was there.
Mom...I do miss you. I hope you know how much I loved you. How much I wish I could have been more open with you. How much I wish I took the time to get to know you better. How I wish I was a better son to you. I hope where ever you are...that you happy. I hope that you and dad and Grandma and Aunt Joan are have a good game of cards and talking about the things you use to do. Have a great Mothers Day. To all you out there, who still have their moms. Do the right thing. Call her and tell her you love her. Send her flowers. Just spend time with her. You won't regret it.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Mission Accomplished? Not So Much.

Yesterday was the May 1st. Four years ago, President Bush landed on the aircraft carrier and gave a speech under a huge sign that read "MISSION ACCOMPLISHED". He stated, "Major combat operations have ended. In the battle of Iraq, the United States and its allies have PREVAILED." Hm. Really? We won? Since that day, 3200 American soldiers have died in Iraq. Since that day, nearly 25,000 soldiers have been wounded as a result of the war. Since May 1st 2003, we have spent well over 400 BILLION dollars fighting this war. But to Bush and all the cool-aid drinkers at the pentagon, its blood and money well spent to bring peace and democracy to the people of Iraq. They still believe that the US will prevail here. But ask the average soldier...and he or she will tell you that we don't see any way that the people of Iraq will ever know true peace or democracy. It just ain't gonna happen. (at least not in our lifetime). It is hard to believe that our involvement in this war has now lasted longer then our involvement in WWI, WWII, and the Korean conflict. And just what are we fighting for this time? The rationale for the war has changed over time, so I am not sure what we are fighting for. But I know this....we are still at war....people are dying and the mission is far from accomplished. It is a sad day. A sad anniversary. Very sad indeed.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Guard Duty and Another Week Down

Well last night was another fun night in cozy confines of Camp Anaconda. If you all slept better last night its because I was on guard duty making sure that the farmers, and the kids and the cows did not get too close to the LSA. Damn it...I would have shot them on the spot if I ever thought that they were a threat. The cows over here are a little skinny. So if I see I fat one...I will know its because the enemy has thought of an ingenous way to kill us. Beware of the new killing machine...the IEC.....IMPROVISED EXPLODING COWS!!!...They strap a few hundred pounds of explosives on those poor creatures and they walk up to us...awwww we say...look at the fat cows...so peaceful...so cute....I want to pet the funny cow......and then BLAMMMMMMMMMM!...Flying meat everywhere...and we never saw it coming. Let's hope that this information does not fall into the wrong hands....like terrorists or even worse...PETA...that would be ugly. But I digress. Today was my recovery day from guard duty and it has been a pretty good one. Nothing like the Sundays I mentioned in last week's post, but alright for Iraq. I got two new packages from home...My friend Cathy T (who is taking such great care of Elvis)..sent us a big box of treats and a little something for Licia...I got bags and bags of jelly beans...and plastic eggs with candy in them...thank you so much Cath!...I also got a great package from Barb and Vin (they are the ones that gave me the St. Christopher necklace...which I wear every day.) I got an Elvis Gospel CD and a couple of movies, including the classic Gone With the Wind. Thanks Barb and Vin! This week we spent alot of time on planning for our redeployment. I do not have an exact date, but it will be sometime in mid-summer. Noone really wants to tell any of their family and friends definite dates (which would violate OPSEC) because they do not want them to be disappointed if we get extended. I am not sure what the future will hold for me when I get back but I am looking at many options at this point. I am enjoying the military life...but I miss my love and all my buds and all the theater. So I will have some thinking to do before I commit one way or another to anything. The war itself is raging again. The new Baghdad security plan, which seemed to reduce some of the killings in the Capital initially, has been tested again after a bloody week of bombings, kidnappings, and sectarian killings. The President, ect., continues to say that the "Surge" is working and needs more time. Meanwhile, back home....the tragedy at Virginia Tech. Its been a rough week. But it is another week off the calendar for me. Talk to you soon.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

I Want My Sundays Back!

God....I use to love Sundays. Those were my days. I miss them. Getting up late, reading the Sunday NY Times or the TU, watching Meet the Press and the Sports Reporters. Then about noon...it was off to brunch with the boys. Just easing into the day. On a lot of those Sundays, I ended up going to a matinee at the theater or if I was involved in a show, I would go to rehearsal. That was quite a nice way to spend a day. I do miss them. Most of the Sundays now are spent working. There is no Sunday paper (except the Stars and Stripes...which we get on Monday or Tuesday) no brunch, and Meet the Press comes on on Monday too. Today is Sunday, I worked. The Brigade Legal Office is always busy and as the Chief Paralegal, I get my share of long days. Today was actually short (only 9 hours) but I can now see a tiny little light at the end of the tunnel. August is just around the corner. About 16 weeks...give or take few days. That means 16 Sundays until I get my favorite day back. Some time in August, I will have a Sunday back in Albany. And it will consist of all my favorite things again. Getting up late..the NYT...Meet the Press...and Brunch. Then, me and my honey....we'll go for a ride in the country or take the dogs for a walk or head to the greenhouse to look at orchids. That will be a special day indeed. About 120 days or so until I come home. I hope....ha ha. Until then I will dream that dream.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

A Ghost of Easter Past

Happy Easter everyone. I hope everyone is enjoying the day. It has been a quiet day here in Iraq for me. Last year, at this time I was getting ready for my last official day in Albany. I left for Fort Hood on April 9th, 2006. A year later, I am spending Easter in Iraq. Yet another holiday away from home. All week long we have been recieving packages from back home...all kinds of candy...little plastic eggs filled with jelly beans and other kinds of candy. I was thinking about Easter sundays in the past today. One stands out to me. When I was about 7 or 8 (in the early 70s) we were living on Black River Road, between Watertown and the village of Black River (in upstate NY). I remember that the week leading up to Easter, my brother John was teasing me about how I was not going to get anything from the Easter Bunny because I had been bad. Well when you are 7 or 8, you believe your brother when he tells you such things. But somehow, I wanted to believe that he was wrong. I made sure that the last few days before Easter I was extra good. Anyway, Easter morning, my twin sister Jeanne and I got up early to see if we got anything from the Easter Bunny. Well we found a basket with Jeanne's name on it but try as we did, we could not find one for me. I remember what my brother had told me and I came to the conclusion that indeed, I was bad and the Easter Bunny had passed me by. Well I started to cry real bad, but my sister came over to me and put her arm around me and said that it was ok...she would share her basket with me. That's how she was. Always generous. Always thinking of her twin. The sad truth is that if the shoe had been on the other foot...I don't think I would have offered her the same deal. I think I would have told her to buzz off. Ha ha. I was a selfish brat back then. As it turned out though, when my dad woke up he wanted to know what the Easter Bunny had given me. I told him that the Easter Bunny had stiffed me because I was bad. My dad laughed. He told me to look a little harder. Check the garage. Which I did and there it was! I guess I was not so bad afterall. I love this story because it reminds me of how important my sister was to me back then. (and now too). She was always so thoughtful. She was always there for me. She made sure I learned how tie my shoes (and tied them for me more then once). When I was bullied, she fearlessly fought the boys who picked on me. She was my guardian angel. I was a lucky kid to have a sister. Especially a twin sister. And through all the years of growing up and in school she never let me down. Last year, she began to change her life just like I did. She went back to school and became a paramedic. She got involved in search and rescues. These are things she always wanted to do. Now she is doing them and I am very proud of her. As I am sure she is of me. I love you sis...and yes...if you don't get a basket this year...don't worry...I will share mine with you. (I get dibs on the bunny ears though!) Love you all and peace my peeps!

Sunday, April 01, 2007

OMG!!!!....I have been extended in Iraq 6 months!

You know what today is? It's April 1st...April fool's day!...Ha ha. No, it's not true. We have not been extended in Iraq. Not yet anyway. So everyone can take a deep breath. Well, you never know. In the last few months there have been a few National Guard units who have been extended in Iraq for a few months, but we don't believe that we will be extended ourselves. But if we did get extended, there would be nothing we could do about it anyway, so we continue to count down the days until we are scheduled to re-deploy. Right now, we are looking at about 4 months, which would get me back to the US by late summer. As much as I have enjoyed this experience, I am looking forward to coming back to Albany to be with my friends, with T and the doggies. Let's keep our fingers crossed. Anyway, March is now gone and April is here. Last year (on this day) I had a blog entry that talked about how much I wished my orders would come so that I could leave for Ft. Hood and start my deployment. As it turned out, that week would be my last week in Albany before I headed out. But anyway, here we are a year later and I believe I am a changed man. I think I am more confident then I was. More relaxed. More reflective too. I also better appreciate the many things I took for granted when I was back home. Being with friends, sunday brunch, hanging with my family. I also have been greatly moved by what I have seen here. I understand more about the struggles that other human beings are going through. Other soldiers who have to deal with many problems here and at home. Marriages gone bad...sick spouses...problems with their kids. The fear of the average Iraqi, wondering if the next time they go to a Mosque or to the market they and their families will be blown up. The men and woman who work so hard for low pay in a dangerous environment just so they can go back to India or the Philippines or Uganda with a little something for their families. There is a lot of people struggling right now. Here. At home. All over. But it is the beginning of Holy Week. Next Sunday is Easter. As a kid, I always remember what that meant. Hope. Resurrection. Renewal. Salvation. At the end of a difficult week comes Easter. The Bible tells us this. Depression and sadness on Good Friday but joy and rebirth on Easter Sunday. It's a nice thought don't you think? Anyway, enough about religion. Let's get straight to all those wonderful Easter traditions like "Easter eggs", fluffy bunnies, jelly beans, and Charlton Heston. (or is that Max Van Sydow?) Ahhh I miss those days when we got our new stuffed animals and ate the ears off chocolate rabbits. Mom never explained to us why we colored eggs at Easter or what bunnies had to do with our Lord dying on a cross. But as kids, well we just liked getting stuff from the Easter Bunny so I guess it didnt matter. So its another holiday in the "cradle of civilization". The biggies are out of the way....Halloween, Thankgiving, Christmas, New Years...now Easter. (I don't count Valentine's Day because I was in Atlanta that day). Coming up...Memorial Day...4th of July...then it's back home. Just in time for my birthday. What a celebration that will be. But until then....Happy Easter...Happy Passover....Happy Spring!

Friday, March 23, 2007

7 Months In the Combat Zone

Today represents the 7th month in the combat zone for me and most of the folks in my unit. We first got to Kuwait on August 23rd and the time has gone faster then most of us could imagine. Since then we have seen and done a lot. We have been changed. Sadly, some of the guys who came here with us will not be coming home with us. A few of buddies left because of medical reasons and of course, we had the three who died when the aircraft crashed in January. I think about these guys a lot. I think of what their families must be thinking and wish there was something....anything....that I could say or do for them. Back home, there is a lot going on politically. Debates are going on about the war. There is the horrible stories coming out of Walter Reed and how injured vets are being treated. There is a looming constitutional crisis between Bush and the Congress who are fighting it out to see if Carl Rove and other presidential aids have to testify at congressional hearings. Its ugly. But to be truthful, we might as well be on a different planet. We are too busy just living day by day, counting down to redeployment. Camp Anaconda is still very much "Mortaritaville" around here now, so we are on constant alert. The surge...some say...is working. But it is real hard for us to tell. In the states, you hear about the death of soldiers but you mostly just get the numbers that died. We learn that they were from certain units and certain locations in the country and then we learn their names. It is hard to read those names. We all look forward to coming home. We do have lots of hard times but we also have some really interesting and yes...fun...times. Last week we went to the movies and enjoyed goofing off at the office once the boss left. Today, the Bluch did a little barb-b-cue out back. The ribs were great and the brisket was just like being in Texas. Ha ha. But it did remind us of what we had to look forward to when we come home. So 7 months down. We are officially over the hump. We can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Now lets just hope they don't move that effin tunnel on us. Ha ha. See you later my peeps.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Ignorance Wears Four Stars

The other day after General Pace (the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff) indicated that gay people should not serve in the military because gay people are "immoral", his staff and several others pointed out that this was the General's personal opinion and damn it, he was entitled to it. Well sir, with all due respect, this is my opinion and I AM ENTITLED TO IT TOO. Don't ask, don't tell is a law that allows gays to serve in the military as long as they do not reveal their sexual orientation or engage in "homosexual conduct". The reasons for this policy, according to the Department of Defense is as follows.......
Homosexuality is incompatible with military service. The presence in the
military environment of persons who engage in homosexual conduct or who, by
their statements, demonstrate a propensity to engage in homosexual conduct,
seriously impairs the accomplishment of the military mission. The presence
of such members adversely affects the ability of the armed forces to
maintain discipline, good order, and morale; to foster mutual trust and
confidence among service members; to insure the integrity of the system of
rank and command; to facilitate assignment and worldwide deployment of
service members who frequently must live and work in close conditions
affording minimal privacy; to recruit and retain members of the armed
forces; to maintain the public acceptability of military service; and to
prevent breaches of security."

General Pace, in his moment of truth, clearly indicated that he thought gays should be banned from the military, not for the reasons listed above, but rather because he says:

".....homosexual acts between two individuals are immoral and that we
should not condone immoral acts," Pace said in a wide-ranging discussion with
Tribune editors and reporters in Chicago. "I do not believe the United States is
well served by a policy that says it is OK to be immoral in any way."As an
individual, I would not want [acceptance of gay behavior] to be our policy, just
like I would not want it to be our policy that if we were to find out that
so-and-so was sleeping with somebody else's wife, that we would just look the
other way, which we do not. We prosecute that kind of immoral behavior," Pace
said." (Chicago Tribune)


Nowhere, in this statement does he state anything about morale or unit cohesion or the other reasons that the military imposed these restrictions in the first place. He basically said that he finds homosexuality morally offensive and that he did not feel that the military should endorse "immoral behavior" by letting gays serve openly. I am comforted of course by General Pace's concern that the military only recruit "moral" soldiers but this begs the question. What are your standards for determining whether or not a soldier is moral? In the last few years the military have issued a significant number of so-call "morals waivers", because recruiting has plummeted after the Iraqi war and there was a need for new recruits. These moral waivers allow soldiers with felonies and multiple misdemeanors to enlist in the service. The New York Times recently reported on this:


"To keep filling the ranks, the Army has had to keep lowering its expectations.
Diluting educational, aptitude and medical standards has not been enough. Nor
have larger enlistment bonuses plugged the gap. So the Army has found itself
recklessly expanding the granting of “moral waivers,” which let people convicted
of serious misdemeanors and even some felonies enlist in its ranks. Last
year, such waivers were granted to 8,129 men and women — or more than one out of every 10 new Army recruits. That number is up 65 percent since 2003, the year
President Bush ordered the invasion of Iraq. In the last three years, more than
125,000 moral waivers have been granted by America’s four military services.
Most of last year’s Army waivers were for serious misdemeanors, like aggravated
assault, robbery, burglary and vehicular homicide. But around 900 — double the
number in 2003 — were for felonies. Worse, the Army does no systematic tracking
of recruits with waivers once it signs them up, and it does not always pay
enough attention to any adjustment problems. Without adequate monitoring and
counseling, handing out guns to people who have already committed crimes poses a
danger to the other soldiers they serve with and to the innocent civilians they
are supposed to protect." (NYT, February 2007)

Now let me get this straight. General Pace says gays should not serve because "we don't want to encourage immoral behavior" but it's all right to enlist convicted felons who commit robbery, aggravated assault, burglary and vehicular homicide. What the F@@@??? Uh...last time I looked people who steal from and assault others are considered "immoral". Is this the message you want to send to people? You can be bad...really bad...kill someone with your car even...and still join the military. But if you are gay...well shit...that knocks you out for good. Come on General. This is bullshit, sir. There is no other way to describe this line of thinking. What is the military necessity for keeping gays out? Can you give us a reason other then homosexuality insults your morals? Please sir, you owe the men and woman of the Armed Forces an honest discussion on the merits of keeping this outdated, useless policy. And lets cut the morality play. You should be implementing policy not making it. Let congress debate this issue on merit and let the chips fall where they might. State your view on the policy not on your personal view of homosexuality. And let all qualified men and women who love their country and who are willing to give their lives in its defense serve. Bigotry has no place in America or in our military.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Stirring the Melting Pot: The Army Way

My first full week back in Balad has gone pretty well. On Monday I landed early in the morning in beautiful downtown Camp Anaconda. The best thing about landing....it was 77 degrees and sunny here and I left 10 degrees and snow in Albany. But then again, I would take Albany over Balad no matter what time of the year it is. Home was great, but when my boy Blu came by my hooch on Monday night (I basically slept most of the day on Monday) I could see in his eyes how happy he was that I was back. And I was real happy to see him. You know I have the best friends at home.....but there is something about the connections you make when you go to war with someone. I think its because you have to be with these people through tough times and through all the bullshit that the "giant green weanie" (the army) throws your way and this shared misery and adversity tends to makes you all closer. Thats how I feel about my soldiers. We come from all over...and are so different in so many ways. One of my soldiers is 19! Damn I sometimes think that she thinks I am the oldest man in the army. My soldiers come from places like Texas and Alabama and Colorado. My LTC and Major are from Vermont and I am from NY. I have female soldiers and male soldiers, african-american and mexican-american and a few good all american mutts. And yes...we even have those who are liberals and those who are conservatives, those who are Republicans and those who are Democrats. In the civilian world, I could not imagine that this combination of characters from all different ages and ethnicities and regions could ever manage to get along or to build a team that would be so strong. And yet...that's what we have done. I believe the rest of the country could learn from our experience. See...over here....we really don't have the time to waste on petty differences like the color of your skin or where you came from or even whether you are liberal or conservative. What matters most is....will you be there for your buddy when bad shit goes down or not? Do you trust the guy or gal that's in the foxhole to your left and right? I don't speak for all soldiers, but I can say at least in my own case.....I know my soldiers will be there for me and they know I am there for them. That's why I worried so much when I was home. Knowing that helicopters that carry soldiers are a big target right now for the insurgents. When I was home...I panicked when I heard that one of them went down. I prayed that it was not any of my soldiers who were on those flights. I felt relieved when I came back and Blucher told me everyone was alright. I can't even begin to fathom losing one of them. Although we are all looking forward to going home this summer....I don't want to waste time...wishing the time away....without realizing that in many ways we are living incredible lives and are sharing moments with each other that will never leave us and are not likely to be replicated. The fighting Jags....oh how proud I am of my team. And with all due respect to my family and friends in the US....it really feels good to be home! In August...home will be back in Albany....but for now.....it's Camp Anaconda Iraq...and I have a family to take care of over here.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Eddie I Hardly Knew Ye

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

About a year ago I first learned that I would be deploying for Iraq. For those of you who read my blog back then you know how difficult it was for me to say goodbye to all my friends and family. This last two weeks has been remarkable but I have had to say goodbye all over again. To everyone. And I won't lie...it hurts. I am now in Atlanta and getting ready to head back to the sandbox. I will be glad when I do get back, because that will mean I am one step closer to coming back here. I got a chance to see so many of my friends back in Albany and traveled to Tennessee to see my family. I also got a chance to go to NYC for a bit as well. I really realized how much home means to me. And how much each of you mean to me. Today is not an easy day. But tomorrow will be better and the day after that even better. Because as much as I love my family here, I know that I got my soldiers who miss me and want me back with them. So it is bittersweet. It really is. To my love....honey....thank you for making me complete. I love you so much. Take care of Eddie and love him like you love me. When you are lonely hold him tight. (btw...for those wondering....Eddie is the new dog we just got). I will come home to you..dont ever doubt that. Alright. I better cut this short. Much love to you all.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Nashville Here I Come!

Well my time home is really going by fast. Today I am heading south to spend time with my family in Tennessee and Kentucky. I am real excited to see everyone. My brother John is coming up from Florida so it will be a real good time. At present I am in the Baltimore Airport waiting for my flight to Nashville. I have heard from some of my soldiers back in Iraq and they all miss me and they sound like they are doing well. I worry about them though....I can't fathom the thought that something bad might happen to them while I am away. But I pray they will be safe. I will be heading back to Albany monday night and then T and I will be going down to NYC for a few days to see Wanda and Eric. I think I will need a vacation from my R and R when I am through. Ha ha. I am enjoying my time back home immensely, but I am also very excited to get back to Balad. I feel restless and need to start feeling useful again. Ha ha. Although my family and friends think I have a job to do here...and that is give them the proper attention they need. But anyway, I guess I will just take it one day at a time. Ok...I better go chase my plane down. Later my peeps!

Monday, February 19, 2007

Home at Last

Although I did enjoy Atlanta...(anything is better then sleeping in a tent in Kuwait)....I took the 9:30 flight to Albany where there was T and two feet of snow waiting for me. It was a nice home coming. T's car was stuck in the middle of the street so I was picked up in my explorer and we plowed our way home. Thursday we met up with a bunch of my friends at one of my favorite mexican resturants...El Mariachi's. I had my first drink in about 6 months and it felt great. It was nice sitting around talking to Christa and Goutham, Ravi and Peter and John and Joanne. John told me it was almost like I had never gone away. But of course, I had, so there were lots of questions about what it was like to be over there and what it was like to be here. Friday we spent most of the time running errands and looking for T's car which had be towed. Then we met up with my friends Cindy and Diana at a resturant in Schenectady before we headed over to Scotia to pick up the big yellow goofball, Elvis. Elvis went nuts! He remembered me. It was nice to see him and to spend a few hours with the nicest people in Scotia...maybe the nicest anywhere...haha. Joe and Cathy are the best. They have taken tremendous care of Elvis, and Joe has taken over as Elvis's pack leader. He has trained him well. But when Elvis saw me he went back to his old "humping ways" and did his best to let me know who the real boss was (at least in our relationship.) Joe and Cathy's son Steve was there as well...what a great kid. Very talented actor. Last year when we did Auntie Mame, he stole the show. I want to work with him again soon. Saturday was an interesting day...myself and Eric and Wanda went with Ed (my theater buddy) to film an original independant film on a frozen lake. It was fun but very cold. It will be fun to see that. Saturday night we went to a party in my honor at Christa's house. What a blast! The food was tremendous and lots of my friends were there. I really had a great time. Sunday we went to brunch and then to dinner with my friends Vin and Barb. God that woman can cook. They are such great people. Barb and Vin use to volunteer with me at the Damien Center. We really stuffed ourselves yesterday. We went home and just hung out the rest of the night watching Jackass II (funny as hell...but a little gross) and then we crashed. Today (monday) we are just resting. I have been on the go since last monday. Its nice to just hang out and do nothing. It really is good to be home.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

On Leave - Stuck in Atlanta

Well my friends...I have good news and bad news. The good news is that after 7 months in the combat zone, I have finally made it back to the good old US of A. The bad news is that mother nature being the true tempremental bitch we know her to be decided that she would surprize us all with the storm of the century. Mind you it is a fairly new century but still after having recording temps nearing 60 in January, Albany NY is today getting hammered. It hasnt rained on my parade but it sure as hell is snowing on it. Damn it. Oh well at least I am back in the same continent as my family and friends. I am currently writing this in the VIP Club of Delta Airways. To their credit...they are trying their best to get me home but they dont have any magic wand either, so here I sit. The VIP Club is neat...free drinks. I am sitting at a table with a nice man from Switzerland. He is former military as well. I have had a number of people come up to me and thank me for my service. It is a nice thing, but I am a little embarrassed. But it does make me feel better that people appreciate what we are doing regardless of how they feel about the war. Anyway, all my buds are planning my return party. Let's hope they wont have to hold this in May. I keep you all touch. Love to all on this Valentines Day. This means you T!

Monday, February 12, 2007

Homeward Bound - Kuwait at Present

Well today has been a really long day. It started at 0530 when I woke up and got dressed and finished packing for my trip back to the states. I arrived at the air field terminal and went to a huge tent filled with soldiers and a few civilians that were doing the same thing I was doing. Going home. Most of the morning we just sat around and I caught a few extra Zs. At 1230, we received a briefing (one of many we will get this next few days) and then took our bags out to be "palletized" in preparation for a C-130 flight to Kuwait. The we all went back to the tent and hung out until around 1500 when we did roll-call and took a bus out to the tarmac. At about 1530 we loaded on to our C-130 (crowded in sardines) and flew south to Kuwait. The trip lasted about an hour and a half but we finally got there and another bus brought us to the place where we would begin outprocessing in preparation for leaving the combat zone. More briefings...more sitting around and waiting. Finally tonight....we got an approximate time for departure. (I can't tell you yet.....sorry thats OPSEC). Haha. Anyway...with no weather or other delays I should be in the arms of my love by this time on Wednesday. I can't wait. It feels weird to be out of Iraq. I am real tired, but I am looking forward to tommorow. This place is pretty cool though. Today I had Mickey Dees for the first time in along time. Love those Big Macs. Ha ha. Well anyway, I am real tired so I better say goodnight and head back to my tent. I need to get some more sleep. 15 hours so far today is just not enough. Ha ha. See ya my peeps.

Monday, February 05, 2007

One Week to Go

One week from today I will be on my way home. It will be a long journey. I still am not sure the exact day I will be back in Albany, but if everything works out I should be back by the 14th. I am very excited about seeing everyone. On Saturday the 17th I believe that my man G is planning to cook a nice dinner for us at my house and then I want to party with all my friends. Things are going well here, January flew by and it was a tough month. We are approaching 6 months in the combat zone, with another 6 months to go. Other then missing all my buds, Elvis, and my Baby this experience has been very rewarding so far. Last night was my last night of quard before I head home and it was cold and wet and miserable, but I made it through all right. The rest of the week should be pretty easy. Meetings and reports and all that. Then on Sunday its rest and pack for the trip. I cant believe I am almost home. See you all soon!

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Road Trip

The past week has been busy. On Wednesday myself and my boss and another paralegal flew down south to visit one of our subordinate units down in southern Iraq. I was a little anxious of flying after the tragedy of last week end, but I knew that the guys down there needed some of our help so I just said a little prayer and brought all my lucky religious medals. The first flight we took was a funny looking plane called a "Sherpa" which looks alot like a box kite with wings. We landed and spent the day and night at Camp Adder (near Talil). It was interesting to experience a different camp. On the first day, I had lunch with a group of Romanian soldiers. The Camp itself is "owned" by the Polish. By owned I mean controlled. At any rate it was a much smaller camp with fewer amenities, but they had something we really envied: peace and quiet. Ha ha. You see, where I am is Camp Anaconda. Which is really big and noisy. It is a air force base as well as a army camp so there is constant noise related to aircraft (helos) and planes taking off at all hours). The worst is the F-16s that seem to be taking off from your hooch and landing in your yard. Think the "city". Camp Adder on the other had...is like the suburbs. More relaxed...quieter. Few take offs and landings. Everyone there seems to be much more relaxed. On Friday, we left Adder trip to visit other elements of the company that were located in "the country". These were tiny FOBS(forward operating bases) that were even more relaxed then Adder. We flew medivacs Blackhawks to each of those locations. We flew extremely low. On the trip we saw a lot of different landscapes. We saw deserts and swamps. The swamps looked like the everglades. Very interesting. And of course we saw camels. Lots and lots of camels. It was along day. We got back late and then left to come back home the next day. Overall it was a fun trip and it made the week go by fast. As I was flying back home I couldn't help but think about what all my friends were doing the last few days back in Albany. I am sure they were doing the usual stuff...working...preparing for the next Zuzu's show...drinking some wine. Living their lives. Well...I was flying all over Iraq. How's that for something different? I will post some pics of the trip soon. In the meantime, I am counting down the days until I come home. 14 days and a wake up. I can't wait.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Grief

EVEN IN OUR SLEEP...PAIN THAT CANNOT FORGET...FALLS DROP BY DROP UPON THE HEART, UNTIL, IN OUR LAST DESPITE, AGAINST OUR WILL, COMES WISDOM, BY THE AWFUL GRACE OF GOD.


AESCHYLUS

This post is a tribute to the 12 soldiers who lost their lives on Saturday when their Black Hawk crashed. I knew several of these men. They were part of my Brigade. Yesterday we paid tribute to them. We have lost Fathers, Mothers, Husbands. Brothers. Soldiers. Good People. We will never forget them. Pray for them and for their families.





Sunday, January 14, 2007

Fairy Tales

When you are along way from home and feeling lonely there are times when you question how you truly feel about someone. And you worry how about what they feel for you. I asked T to wait for me....and its a tough thing to do. Asking anyone to give up a year of their lives is never easy especially when you both know the risks involved in this. There of course is the danger of the combat zone...and then there is the long distance thing. At any rate it is a very hard thing. I know that my love is very very unhappy right now...misses me...wishes I was home. But here I am. So we fall asleep alone and wake up alone. The days blend in to one another and as time goes by the doubts keep perculating deep in our minds. How do we feel about each other? How has my being away changed our relationship? Are we in trouble? Sadly I don't know the answers to these questions. I feel quilty about putting someone I love through this. Its not deserved. I don't want to be selfish. I want what is best for us both. I will be coming home in 29 days. We'll have to talk about this. I dread this. I guess I want to live a fairy tale. I want there to be a happy ending. But like this war...maybe there will be no happy ending for us. But I am still hoping...still wearing the ring. I still love you babe. Please remember that.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Countdown to Leave...35 Days and a Wakeup

Well here I am posting my very first post of 2007. It has been a quiet so far. I am glad the holidays are over though. Now we all are beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. We have been counting our days until we go on leave and the days left of the deployment. We can all say that we are leaving Iraq...this year...2007. We think...haha. The President is going to be presenting a plan to "surge" another several thousand troops to Iraq in the coming months. Speculation is that the Army will meet these goals by speeding up deployments for troops preparing to come to Iraq and extending existing deployments (like us) for up to 90 days. If this happens...we may end up in Iraq until late fall/early winter instead of coming home in July/August. I am ok either way I quess. But I know my love wants me home even sooner then that. My friends too. But I will have to wait and see about how it all turns out. In the meantime...I got my leave dates....and they begin on the 14th of February and go until the 28th. 15 days. I am looking forward to that so much. I will be leaving Iraq a few days before that and hopefully getting back to the US by Valentine's Day. Oh the thought of a romantic dinner in the City really sounds nice. Hang in there baby. I love you. Can't wait to see you. We are planning a big party for that following weekend and then I will be taking a trip down south to see my family in Kentucky and Tennessee. Well anyway. I think this New Year is starting out pretty good. I am real happy and exciting about what the rest of the year will hold. I hope the rest of you are doing good. Talk to you soon...and see you all soon.....35 days and a wakeup!