FOB Smart at 1630 - Friday
It is Friday morning back home and Friday late-afternoon here in Qalat, Afghanistan. I often wonder what you many souls I know and do not know are doing, thinking, or enjoying inversely to me. My son likes to ask the same question nearly every time that we speak. He says, "Daddy, it is daytime here. Is it nighttime there?" I find this extremely funny. He is so much like me and he does not even know it yet and even when he does realize this, it will still take years to figure out why!
I walked the mile for the smile at last and found the past within my reach. I called your name in the game and found that familiar flame before the same fluttered out beyond my speech. I went the distance before my persistence faded and my memories traded and called out in the night for you. I fear not the past for the half-mast of the sails searching for another wind found freedom again and are unlikely to set loose upon anything other than truth.
Today has been a rather lackluster day. Not for anything in particular, other than the weather, while much cooler, has been more overcast or heavily cloudy than the usual bright and full of sunshine skies we enjoy. The work set forth at the morning's onset has been completed and checked. You know, sometimes working seven days a week gets a little long in the tooth; however, you would be hard pressed to find someone to complain of this fact. In fact, the regularity is at once comforting and exhausting, which I believe gives the appearance of time moving by quickly.
143, Kaesen.
Good night and good day.
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