Self Imposed Coma: Journal 8/15/06
General Update: (a break from thinking too much)
I’ve been pulling tower guard all week. It pretty much makes me non-existent to the unit and everyone else out in the real world. Sorry if I’ve been a bit lax in returning e-mails and such. Even though I have more free time when I’m playing soldier girl up in a tower, it has a funny way of making me shut out everything. When I come back to the company area after my shift in the tower, I feel completely exhausted. It’s funny how just sitting up in a concrete tower sucks the life out of you. It’s been especially hard with the 120 degree heat. Even after the sun goes down, the heat still lingers.
After I strip off the body armor, helmet, gas mask, weapon, ammo, and back pack, my body aches. I can literally wring out my uniform with as much sweat it collects. The other night I drank 3 liters of water and didn’t have to pee once. I could feel the sweat rolling down my ribs in streams. After the night was over, it felt as if I was waist deep in a boiling vat of water while someone beat my shoulders and back with a baseball bat.
All in a days work.
In other news, my roomie is back from Qatar. Now I can get all the dirt from her for when I go on the 29th. It was odd having her gone last week. It’s always nice to have moments alone especially out here where solitude is not an option but I realized after the first day that time was moving incredibly slow. Much slower than usual. I got a bit stir crazy by day 2 and couldn’t focus on much of anything for very long. It was even hard for me to work on any of the half dozen or so tunes I’ve started. This surprised me a lot when considering that we are often on opposite schedules normally. We sleep in odd rotations and don’t spend much time hanging out outside of the room.
Even though I say that I’m going to love living alone when I get back, I realized something. I need people. I’m an extremely private and solitary person, but I thrive on always having someone I trust at hand. I’m beginning to think that it might be a bad idea to find a place of my own when I get back. It may do more harm than good for my psyche.
Next.
Apparently the cease fire between Israel and Lebanon is holding relatively steady. Just in time for Israel to lick it’s wounds and Hezbollah to re-supply (ah hem… Iran). Lets everyone chant together now: U.N.! U.N! U.N! It’ll be interesting to analyze to last 30 days of the war to see just how effective Hezbollah was against one of the “greatest militaries in the world”. It’ll be a nice Cliff Note for when the U.S. and Iran eventually butt heads. And let me tell you, it makes me VERY nervous to see how unsteady the Israeli military was in this conflict. Just think of the IDF as a smaller version of the U.S. military. Same weapons. Same training. Same structure. Same insecurities against guerilla fighters. I’m sure a group of U.S. generals and military analyzers drooled over this conflict. It’s proven that any clash we should be involved in with Iran will be difficult.
I meant to keep this blog mindless. My bad.
Last night Colin and I discovered a new way to fix the radio. We shook our asses at it. Oh yeah. That’s right. A little bootie shakin’ never hurt anything, has it? Worked like a charm. I think the radio was just lonely.
This weeks food obsession (for those of you who are familiar with this unusual habit of mine): single serving cheese pizza. Mmmm.
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