Somewhere Over The Iraqi Rainbow
Ok, so if I sit at that bus stop and tap my ruddy tan boots together 3 times, will I suddenly find myself whisked back to Texas? If you've been following my posts at all, you've probably figured out, that it's not all that bad here where I'm at. However, I'm just about at the 2/3 point of this deployment, and as tends to happen for many people ... I'm ready to go home. Ana keeps sending videos of Jaiden , or cool stuff like 3-D ultra sound pictures of Joey (baby due in May), and I can't help thinking that these are things I should be there for. Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not complaining. I'm still deployed with Army guys who have to be away from their families for twice a long as I do. (puts it in perspective) But all-in-all, maybe I'm just getting too old for this stuff. With the High Year of Tenure limiting how much longer I can stay in anyway, maybe I'll just hit up the Transition Assistance Program classes when I get h