I’ve never been so scared to call home before. We have no idea when we’re leaving, if we’re leaving at all, if everything is going as planned. If I go back home, I get to continue my college career. But the Army got me out for an experience of a lifetime, and that’s exactly what I want. I want to go to Iraq, learn what it’s like to live in Baghdad, and see the world, travel in an airplane with a weapon, continue to grow, mature. I’ve never been so frustrated before in my life for such a length of time. Today, we found out that first and second platoons are going to Baghdad. How crazy cool is that. Right in the middle of everything, where I wanted to be. I want to go and take pictures, write journals, and write letters to people, with pictures of what I’m experiencing. Is that too much to ask? I hate waiting, I’ve never hated waiting before, but this is surely to teach me a lesson. Now they got some bullshit classes they have me and everyone else take, basically about Operations Orders, how to do the right thing at the right time type of deal. What, do I really need to go through some postal class again? We know this already, we’ve been there, done that. Why can’t we leave already? I’m afraid this frustration, the fear of uncertainty is going to cause me to make mistakes I cannot undo.