Holy hosannah on a stick! I’m damn near there!
Tomorrow night, I take my bags to Customs, and a few hours later, I’m merrily on my airlifted way to the States! Granted, I’ll have a few days’ layover in Qatar (Al Udeid AB), but I figure that by this time next week, I’ll be home and watching the Home Shopping Channel, just because I can.
Oh, the joys and sorrows of the past seven months! While I would happily return to this little garden spot, the “Crossroads of Civilization” has given me enough for this year. I want to be able to drive outside my workplace without having to wear my “ensemble” (but DCUs are so slimming!). I want to frolic in a field without having to worry about PM2s. Hell, I just want to watch TV on my own schedule!
I do have something else to look forward to: when I made my reservations at Malmstrom’s Billeting office last week, they say to me, “Well Sir, we’ve got a slight problem. We can only put you in the DV quarters, and it costs $7/day extra. . . Sorry. . .” Oh, I think I can swing that.
What does freedom taste like? I don’t remember. I’ll tell you after my first Sam Adams.