The Devil will find work for idle hands to do...
It's been a while since I've had the time to sit and write. I just spent about 2 and a half weeks locked down for the most part with nothing to do but study and think. I had plenty of time to ruminate and reminisce. It was not a super fun time but it was plenty of time to sit and think. And sleep whenever I could which was about the only good part.
The boys are finally in Texas. Hopefully, I'll be able to see them more often, but seeing as how right now, fresh out of WLC they have me slated for Staff Duty on Christmas Eve, I'm not really hopeful. Well, not so much hopeful as less than optimistic.
I spent a lot of time thinking about my friends and all the things I miss. My family too. I think all the time spent living away, deployments and stuff are finally catching up with me. And already deployment is rearing its head again. But, as in all things, I chose this. So what can I really say or do about it?
I've been thinking a lot about how I'd like to sit and talk to people that I can't now. I'd like to just sit and talk to my mother for a bit and hash some things out. I'd like to talk to my Papa about the deployment, about War, and the choices I've made in my life. But I can't. And that sucks, but it is what it is. I'd like to grab a bottle of whiskey and sit and talk to my brothers. Well, sans the whiskey, but the sentiment is there. I'd like to talk to a lot of people, but they are either gone or far away. Technology be damned.
