I have now officially finished my outprocessing. Just need to pick up the letter of release and I'm good to go. Will be out of here tomorrow, and back to the wonderful world of Qatar. A week of hanging around there with my twiddling my thumbs, and then a whirlwind of flights culminating in me landing back in Green and Pleasant Land. Don't know if it would be quite appropriate to kiss the ground when I land, but I just might for the shock value.
I would like to take this moment to address a concern that Viv threw at me a couple of weeks ago. While talking on the phone with her one evening, she said it seemed like I wasn't thrilled with coming home. Seems she took it as a personal slight, that I didn't want to be married to her anymore or something.
Let me make this perfectly clear:
I do want to come home.However, coming home is going to be one of the hardest things I've ever done.
Normally, the military deploys in units, you go to war with the people you normally work with. In my case, despite the best attempts of the JAC to keep us together, I am the
only member of the JAC here.
So when I leave I am going to be very much alone. With a few exceptions, the JAC guys were together. They have had common experiences to share, and inside jokes that you had to be there to get.
I have those too, but all the people I have common experiences with are staying
here. None of the JAC people will know why Adam's nickname is "Snuggles", what Spanky's Secret Clubhouse is, who the B-17 gunner is, and why he is called that, and why you never, ever, under any circumstances, refer to someone you like as a "Great Guy". So when I'm back with the JAC people, I'm going to be very lonely.
My attitude is not stemming from not wanting to come home.
It's because I want to bring the rest of the guys with me.
Take care of yourselves and each other.
Myron