I don’t know when I’ll be able to go on leave. I’m wanting to go, of course, sometime on January, 20 Jan or whenever, but anything is good when it comes with getting out of here. Djibouti is nicer than Kuwait in that there isn’t as much military discipline politics around here as there is in Kuwait. Of course we fell under 444 PSB, a reserve unit that’s never been deployed, and with them there was a lot of drama and a lot of idiocy going around. I’m lucky enough to serve with America’s best, regardless of their intent of joining in the first place.
I got my TV that I sent out on the 23rd yesterday. The mail system seems to be ridiculously efficient. It was a bit damaged, but it still worked, of course. And today I got my Xbox and books I sent 3 days ago in the mail, so I can watch DVDs and play games now. Of course there is word that we’re moving our tents again in the next 2 weeks, but we’re so used to moving and don’t carry too much luggage, so I don’t think it will be a huge problem.
Well, we’re taking malaria pills. I keep forgetting where I left it and all, but I take it everyday now after dinner. There were couple malaria stories that I heard that I didn’t like too much, and I heard they’re carried by mosquitos and flies, which there are plenty of here biting us, so I got real scared and started taking them seriously yesterday. Well, Roberson had taken one in the morning, and he was feeling so bad that he couldn’t even stand up straight. That guy looked like he was about to throw up, which he did for the first time in 5 years, and he still looked like he was fucked up. He went to the doctors, found out he had a fever (yeah) and took the day slow.
Mabugat is going to keep us occupied for a while. Why just yesterday he had his shirt on backwards like he so often does, and today he walked straight into the female porter potties. The greatest thing about it is, there is a huge sign in front of the porter pottie that says FEMALE on it, and it’s the one that faces the end of the dirt road next to the post office, so you’re walking and staring at it for at least 2 or 3 minutes before you have to walk in. Then to top it off, he comes out of the porter potties and doesn’t have the sense of mind to look around the corner, so of course he bumps into a Marine, and that guy’s just pissed off. I think he would have gotten beaten up if we weren’t standing back, clapping and laughing at him.