Archive for November, 2007

Merry Thanksgiving!

November 22, 2007

Are you ready for the holidays? Prepared to hear the wild turkey tales of Harold the Red Billed Turkey, who led the pilgrim’s sleigh through the dark and foggy night? Or perhaps you like the tale of Chilly, the Pile of Leaves, who came to life when children placed a magic top hat upon his head? Perhaps Saint Jovial will place candied yams and sweet potatoes in your stockings if you’re a good boy or girl.

Nevermind. Thanksgiving just doesn’t have quite the potential for stories or songs as Christmas does, but it was worth a shot.  It is still a very good holiday though.

I have lots to give thanks for this year, believe it or not. The Cowboys, who you will watch live and I will watch on tape delay tomorrow at work, will extend their record to 10 wins, I am sure.

I ate a ton of good food for Thanksgiving Lunch, to include Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, maccaroni and cheese, green beans, fresh fruit, a salad, sparking grape juice (since there is no alcohol here), Dr. Pepper and Root Beer. I’d like to give thanks that they are also having all the same desserts for dinner, so I will sample them tonight.

I deployed with a bunch of people who I will have more good times than bad times with, and even during the bad times we make each other laugh and smile.

My family is safe and far away, which is better than them being here and in danger. I know they love me because they constantly send cards, packages, and answer all my phone calls, so I hope they know I love them too.

If they know that, then I am truly thankful.

And I am thankful that the work I am doing is meaningful, and that overall, Iraq will have been better off because of the unit I have deployed with and the things we are doing here. Regardless of what you think about how this war started, I am glad to be a part of making the country a better place than what it was.

And because I know there are many more people out there reading this than I know, I hope you are all thankful for something today. And if you really want to tell someone how thankful you are for something, please email me and let me know. I’d love to hear about it.



November 8, 2007

You really do take some things for granted. Take breathing, for example. You do it all the time, it happens without you knowing it, and you know you need to do it, but it just doesn’t take up that many brain cycles in your average day. Well, my friends, if you want a new found appreciation for the simple things in life, like breathing, let me recommend you contract a nice strain of bronchitus. It will set your priorities straight.

I got it approximately six months ago, and for some reason I got it out here in the desert. I don’t know why, in a dead barren desert, I can contract something either bacterial or viral, but I did, and it sucked the air out of me. For a few days it felt like I was drawing half a breath, which makes everything I do become twice as tiresome. I was getting winded just walking to work at my otherwise normal pace.

Thank goodness I have books to read in my spare downtime. I’ve been re-reading the Terry Pratchett Discworld novels. They are hilarious and very witty novels of satire. He lampoons human foibles using a fantastical setting that just serves to exaggerate the point or story he’s telling, and succeeds at entertaining you and making you laugh the whole time. I read the first book in just four days (its not too long) and am well on the way through the second. The last time I read some of these was almost 12 years ago, so I am getting a lot more of the jokes that I missed the first time around.  I think my roommate wishes I would just shut the books so he could sleep, since I keep laughing out loud while I read them.

Things are going well here, and I have enjoyed getting emails from family and friends, and packages from family as well. Morale is high, and it better be since we still have a long way to go, but it is made a little easier every time we hear from someone who cares back across the ocean. Have a good weekend since the soldiers don’t have those here; insurgents don’t take days off.

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