Today was the worst day of my life. We found out we weren’t leaving on the 25 MAY 03, the Sunday. The plan was to take the 0100 hour flight on Sunday night, go to New York and Amsterdam to refuel and then to Kuwait. Well, since that news blew most of us off, the entire training was cancelled, and everyone took some time to sleep and call home to let them know. I know that CPT Guardiano spent a lot of money into this deployment, and we had already gone packed. In fact, we were so ready to go that we did a mock get ready to go right before plane preparation on the Wendsday night. The only thing that was different about this day was that we didn’t have the bus to actually take us. We had the barracks cleaned out. In fact we were so ready that by 2100 hours we didn’t have nothing but 3 bags with us that could have taken us anywhere in the world and we would have been ready. My heart hurt. A lot. And it continues to hurt today, the 29th of MAY. I don’t have a purpose here…