You never realize how long 18 months can be. Yeah sure, it’s only a year and half of your life, but have you ever considered how long that time is? How much of your life has just passed? How many events, both good and bad have occurred in that span of time? To give you a clue, think back on everything I have written about, or at least tried to write about, not to mention all the little things that happen back home that never make it to the pages of my blog let alone the local newspaper. Below, you will see the numbers from my Donut of Misery. I came on orders December 1st of 2004. I was still in
To date, I have been on orders for 72.88 weeks between
I would love to tell all of my readers exactly how much time is left but unfortunately I am forbidden by law. So I guess you all will just have to stay tuned in till the end.
I saw this over at Ficken Chingers and I thought I would have a little fun with this. Thanks Angie, for giving a Soldier something fun to do to break the bullshit over here.
Go to Wikipedia and put in your birthdate (not the year) and then list 3 events, 2 birthdays and 1 death.
Just wanted to say Happy Easter to all. As you sit down tonight for your evening dinner and you say your blessings, I ask that you say one for the Soldiers deployed around the world away from loved ones. It is days like today that the loneliness and solitude tend to flood our hearts and minds.
For myself, I look at it as one less holiday that I have to spend away from family and friends.
Things have been quiet around here lately. The rumors of when we are leaving are still circulating and boy are some of them funny. I have heard everything from May 1st (no way in hell) to July 31st. I learned a long time ago not to listen to the rumors because the chances of any of them being right are slim to none. I myself have a feeling it will be the last week of May but I don’t go around spreading that. That is my personal pick. I should start something like an office pool with all the dates flying around. I could make some money around here. One thing for certain is this upcoming week we are packing one of the containers with all the equipment we don’t need (i.e. cold weather gear) to be shipped back early. That, my friend is a good sign. It still doesn’t tell us when we are leaving but you know it isn’t much time left. I am sure the “brass” know a round-a-bout date but they are not putting it out yet which I personally understand. When you are in a combat zone, you don’t want information like troop movements, or troop withdrawals being loosely talked about. So I figure we will find out about 14 to 30 days out our official date, and that will change 5 times before the move.
On to other news, I still haven’t been pinned my Purple Heart. I think the company commander is waiting for a day where our battalion commander can present it. Personally, I would be happy with them handing it to me and saying “Good job of staying alive.” But that isn’t how the Army works and I know this. They are going to hold a little impromptu formation and drag the ceremony out. I dread that day, I really do. I also haven’t chatted online with the “X” in quite awhile. A lot has to do with I just don’t go looking for her online. The last time I chatted with her online it was too painful. Now we just occasionally email each other and it is a lot easier on the heart that way. I know deep down I am in for more heartache once I get home and see her again but I am prepping myself now for it. All I can do is prepare myself for my return home. I just hope I have a few days of peace and solace so I can enjoy my return before having to face her. Until next time…..
Finally…after all the paperwork and stupid Army bullshit, I received word that my Purple Heart has been approved. My boss actually brought it back with him from his trip down to higher headquarters this past weekend. I won’t actually get the award until the command decides on how they want to present it. I did get a chance to sneak a peak at it (since I work in the shop that handles awards) and it is surreal. I never in a million years thought I would see my name on such a prestigious award. Then again, I never planned on getting wounded in combat. The Purple Heart is the oldest award given out. The award was established by General George Washington at
Someone told me there are certain perks that come with the award. For one, I can join any veterans group like the VFW or American Legion although I already qualified for these groups from my tour in
“Please sir, do not call me a hero. Heroes never leave the battlefield as they have gave their all for this great nation. And I sir, plan on coming home.” -unknown