Thoughts.
I’m in that mood to do something and I just don’t know what. Usually at this time I’m just aimlessly exploring what the Internet has to offer. Unfortunately, my internet sucks so bad that I can’t even load google. You know it’s that damn slow when you can’t even load a search box. I’ve explored through the hundreds of movies that I have on my hard drive and can’t find one that I’m even close to being interested in. Although I haven’t seen all of them, I just need to do something. Listening to the new Drake album. I can’t say that I’m totally blown away with this one; I like it. We’ll leave it at that.
I’ll just type it out.
I’m less than one month from leaving this place. I’m excited to say the least but I know there’s so much to do before I even step back onto the plane back home. Shoot… it’s crazy to even think it’s already November 15th. My Soldiers try to act tough and the attitude is like, “it’s whatevers”.
I know these guys are excited and are wanting to be home just as much as I do. I had a dream the other night that one of my guys got shot on one of the last missions we had before it was time to go. One of my biggest fears since I’ve been here is having to face the parents or spouse of one of my Soldiers if one of them were to get killed, God forbid. I know it’s bad to think about but I am in a warzone. I’ve come to love this job, no matter how much I bitch about it on the backside. I think it’s because of the “joes”. My NCOs and my platoon sergeant have done an outstanding job keeping these guys grounded. It’s that time of the deployment, getting close to coming home, that the Soldiers start to slip away and that’s all they can think about. Sometimes I even feel myself slipping and not really “giving a fuck”. It’s the wrong answer. If I slip, what is that telling my guys? I’m so proud of them. Each of them has their own personality to add to the platoon and I am so thankful that I have had this chance to experience this whole leadership thing. I’m extremely glad however that I’ve only had a few instances with the enemy. (Actually, since this enemy is so good at being a coward, I’m sure I’ve faced them many times. They’re probably like “these dumbasses don’t even know”). Whatever man—like I said, I’m almost out of here. A well-deserved period of time for family and friends is awaiting all of us back home. I just want to know that I made a difference out here, even if it is a small one. These Afghans stress me out… here I am trying to fix your country, your province, your district, your village, your home, you… and you can’t see that. I can only be nice for so long. It’s been all about hearts and minds since Day 1, but these people don’t want us here. It’s something that they’ve had to adapt to; they don’t have the will to change. I guess after ten years, it’s still not meant to be. When are we going to learn?
I feel like I can write a book about this deployment. I feel like I’m just rambling though.
I have so much to look forward to. These next few months are going to be super busy as soon as I get back. I.DO.NOT.CARE. I’m ready. Please Lord, give me the strength to finish strong, stay focused and grounded.
To the rest of ya’ll, God bless and take care.