I really am starting to hate this whole bit. Everyday, going to work is like a chore. It takes 20 minutes just to get there. By the time it’s time for us to come back, the whole country’s in a bizarre sand storm. And it really hurts, too, when it gets in your face and all. I hate having to dig into my ears to get the sand out everyday. And the food? Damn, I have to walk 10 minutes for that one. Every meal of the day. I have to walk 10 minutes there and back every meal of the day. It’s really starting to aggravate me.
So far none of my original three wishes have come true. My brother didn’t finish Ranger School, I’m still not even close to going to Iraq, and I haven’t received a single letter from anybody, much less from her. And I still got 5 more months. It’s only been 1.5 so far…