We have been running at full steam for almost 3 weeks now, it's starting to wear me down. As I am fond of saying: I am irritated.
It was bound to happen at some point. So many people, so many personalities, so little sleep. I have kept to myself most of the day, when possible. It's sort of hard to ignore your shipmates when you are doing convoy and IED training, but I managed not to punch anyone in the face. (I'll explain my Face Punch List at a later date.) A good night's rest and a hot shower should set me right.
I realized while eating dinner (alone, of course) that one of the reasons I am out of sorts is that my room mate leaves tomorrow for her next destination. We've only known each other for 2 weeks, but we hit it off immediately. She's pretty amazing and I know that she is going to be incredibly successful when she gets to her ultimate duty station. We have laughed A LOT.
People are starting to go on to other training and our little group is starting to fall apart. Our forced support group is splintering and the hard reality that we are going forward is setting in; at least with me it is. We still have a few days of training, and then I, too, will get on a plane and head to the Middle East.
I am sooooooo not looking forward to Kuwait, but then again...God willing, next Monday or possibly the Monday after will be Monday Number One. Then I'll only have 47 more until I come home.
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All good marathoners know that it's a long race. The pack you start with is not usually the pack with you when you cross the finish line (48 Mondays from now). That fact doesn't make that first group less important. Soon a new group will help move you forward... and then another one. And those of us back here will keep cheering and rooting for you the whole way. Hang in there, Kid.
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