Well, I have been in Tikrit for nearly ten days now. I am surprised how easily it is to cozy into a big air force base on the other side of the globe. It is a comfortable existence in Tikrit, though I imagine that those east of me would have another story to tell. Living in a protected compound, I don't feel like my existence is being threatened, if I miss real food from the states I can go to the PX and get some. The interesting part is that I don't miss much about the states other than the people I am close to. The mess hall has great food, I drop my clothes off for laundry every three days, and some Pakistani guy is around to cut my hair if it needs to be sheered. This is a simple, pleasant existence.
Working seven days a week has been beneficial to the experience here. Now that the learning curve is flattening, it is easy to forget that there isn't much to do here when you are busy every day. In my situation where I am working nights and sleeping days, it is particularly easy to let each day slide into another; time is flying by. I am finally in the swing of things and learning more about the system. My job has overcome my own expectations of how it would feel to fly, and do something important.
Today is a short post because we are very busy today, but I am lucky that it feels like every time I blink my watch tells me it is sunday and I am a week closer to coming home. Hopefully those who are looking forward to my homecoming feel the same way.
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auspicious narrative of the small-town american dreamer
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Relocated from my native element, I live in the modern-American "dustbowl." In every sense, Inyokern, California has been passed up in the pages of history: the railroad levels the long figurative journey to destinations not-left in the pages of the past. The rails are littered with tribulations that make flight from this archaic wasteland a genuine challenge. Here is the story of my escape.
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