I'm now back in the Holding Pen in Kuwait. What a morose experience this has turned out to be.
Leaving the family in Frankfurt (again) was just about as horrible as it can get. M clinging tightly, T being sweet, and E doing her best to let me be the only one with tears in the eyes.
On the flight to Qatar, of the servicefolks I saw, none of us were talking.
When we arrived at Kuwait International Airport, we had a bit of a surreal experience. Here we are, proceeding back to the war(s), but first... we must clear customs. We're all just showing our military IDs (instead of everyone else using passports), and here is a large military contingent moving through, but first - we have to be screened. Ahhhh, the joys of flying commercially to the war.
We were herded together and told to wait for our buses. When they arrived, they guided us through the airport, and we were just being stared at. You could have led naked women on camels through the airport and seen the same reaction.
Long ride back to the base with the "covert" escorts. And the inprocessing begins. Soon, good-bye to the civvies, and back to the war.
Yippee.
Joy.
Just $!@$% fantastic.
3 comments:
Trying to come up with something profound or at least cheering...nothing. Just know that there are quite a few of us here at home that while we may technically be strangers, still feel we know you in a small way. We have been heartened at your joy in being home with your family. And pray for you and yours until you are all together again.
Like Mary Ann says, it may seem trite but we really do appreciate the sacrifices you are making. We all benefit because men like you volunteer to serve and work under the suckiest conditions. THANK YOU!
Thank you for your posts and your service to our country. My husband is right behind you or beside you on his way back to Kaf. He's not a writer so your posts are appreciated. Hang in there, we are 1/2 thru.
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