Adios America

Well kids, it’s time to head back to the bummer. It’s been fun these last few days, but it’s high time I get more mud, grime, and explosions in my life. Things just aren’t the same without frequent reminders that the world is a savage place.

I’ll be flying out tomorrow, taking the day-long series of flights to reemerge in a world far from here. Don’t miss me, I’ll be posting before long, once U.S. Customs designates me as a non-threat to our nation’s security and I’m safely traveled.

The lines and briefings will probably be just as fun going in as they were going out, save for the fact that we have an Iraqi light at the end of this tunnel. I would guess faces will be a bit glum going back, but that’s how it is.

I had some good talks while I was here and the break was good. I’m not “fully refreshed” in that magic way everyone expects you to be after a vacation, but I’ll manage. Summer’s fire is stoking as we speak, so I’m sure the loving Iraqi climate will dry out my otherwise enthusiastic return. Still, there are only a few scant months left, far fewer than a few months ago.

Incidentally today is the big Latino boycott, so hopefully the country won’t fall apart between Oregon and Iraq. It’d be nice to have a country to come back to, so you guys iron out all this hoo-ha here and I’ll keep on over yonder. Deal?

Well that’s it, footfalls on the hallway carpet tell me it’s time to go. I’m out, big peeps. Keep it real.

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