|suprise, another birthday deployed!
||[Jun. 19th, 2011|10:20 pm]
this time to a different country though, now that I am officially a "dismount" I have some of my self-respect back. being in a line platoon is great, I am part of a team again, not part of a sitcom (the office comes to mind, really working in Operations was more like Office Space).
I've only been on two missions so far, but I am amazed by how much contempt most of the guys in my platoon have for the Afghan people, today I had to trudge through various wheat/ herb fields, I was making an attempt to not crush the heads, but the rest of the dismounts relished it, also while mounted back up, the feints and swerving the big armoured truck at the people was running rampant. I guess maybe I just havn't been outside the wire enough to hate them yet. But even in Iraq, where I was outside the wire almost every day for both deployments, I never hated them as much as some of these dudes do. I guess some stupid part of me believes that we are hear to help these people (even though most of them don't want said help).
needless to say I am one year older and one year closer to death, I am about 18 months closer to being out of the army and not being separated for at least a year at a time from my wonderful wife anymore.
I still don't know what I'll do when I ETS, I do tend to think about it a lot, I have a wife to support, not just myself. If it was just me, I wouldn't give a crap, I'd hobo it and travel the globe, or at least travel multiple friends couches.
today was my birthday, I'm deployed to Afghanistan, and it was a pretty fucking* good day.
*sorry for cursing