Just a couple more doodles – and a brief description of what the rest of my war has to offer me. Hint – nothing I care about except the possibility of going home someday.
First some craps:
Gold paint pens are for losers. Ok, so it really just ran out and ruined my good time.
Yeah. About that.
So – next week I’m off on a new adventure – back in Kuwait. This has both its pros and cons which I’ll outline right… meow:
PROS
- Away from most everyone.
- Kuwait.
- Only 40(ish) machines and 10(ish) phones to worry about.
CONS
- I have to leave my CHU for a tent.
- Kuwait.
- No “2 free beers” on Super Bowl Sunday.
- It doesn’t get me home any faster.
- Stuck in Kuwait with a small number of people that will drive me insane inside of two days.
Basically – it’s a bum deal either way. I’m either in Kuwait getting shit ready for the 278th ACR to come through and get the shit setup for the 155th to come back through – or I’m in Iraq doing a “left seat – right seat” with the 278th as they come in to take over our mission.
No matter how you slice it – it’s a big fat wedge of shitcake.
All that starts in about… seven days. I’ll be packed up, thrown on a Chinook shithook, then get to Kuwait on some big ol’ cargo bird. Then scramble to meet unattainable goals for ungrateful people. The good news is – I haven’t seen anything that puts me out of the Army for FUCKING GOOD after April 15th.
That’s the life.
Sometimes all you have is what you carry with you. You and your art brewing inside you. That’s it.
just do your best to keep it even between the left ear and right ear…
and flockitall…never thought I would be giving my son condolences because he had to move out of his tin home into a canvas one…and remember, not so many years ago you thought sleeping in Big Blue or in a tent was really cool stuff!