Sand, Sand, Everywhere, but Not a Drop to Drink

September 28, 2007

Hello from Southwest Asia. Apparently the cradle of civilization (arguably) is also almost an unbearable climate. I don’t understand why everything should get started here, but I do know why they went forth and populated the earth… anything has got to be better than this. The land is flat and sandy as far as you can see, when you can see. The rest of the time, a haze hangs over the horizon that looks like smog, but is really dust on a scale most people will never understand. It makes you feel insignificant, like one of the grains of sand.

Truth be told, it is not as hot as I thought it would be. Texas has been hotter, and more humid, but the sand is the thing. It really does get into everything. Perhaps I sound naive when I mention something I have been told a million times before about this place, but you don’t understand until you see it for yourself. Such is with many things in life, apparently.

Well, there is some debate on the mailing address for my unit once we get to Iraq, so I will let you know as soon as that is firmed up so you all can send me a few nice things. I am well taken care of on that front, so I would rather most of you spend your money on flat rate postage boxes filled with treats and goodies for the rest of the soldiers in my company. I will hand them out to the single soldiers or the “not single but forgotten” soldiers. They need the morale boost of adoring fans as much as the next junior enlisted. The officers will have to fend for themselves though, they make enough money to buy friends if they really need them. (Joke!)

The internet here in southwest asia is a bit spotty, but once I get to my final destination I will supposedly have a much more solid connection to the world wide web. Then I will be able to fulfill my promise of delivering more poetry and updating you all more often than once a month or so.

I have been keeping a personal journal, and I reccommend this practice to everyone. It is a very liberating experience to get the things and thoughts off your chest and onto something solid to read back. It has seemed to help my memory of important things in the last week or so, and helps me digest what has happened so that I can prioritize better for the next day. I might post some snippets, but most of the journal is for me and therefore not suitable for public consumption. It is very raw, and very unedited. I don’t even try to fix my spelling! Gasp!

Since it might be a while until I update again, I hope you understand I still care for all of you who read this because the only way you know to read this is I invited you to do so. Till then, Asta La Vista.

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