FOB Smart at 1900 - Tuesday
What a wonderful place to call home is where home and the heart become one. Not for nothing, but home in my mind, is where the heart rests and hopes for rest. I say this because even though my mind and body are here in another country, 10,000 miles and more away from loved ones, my heart rests at times anywhere - even here. It rests because of the immense love within me for my son, my family, my friends, my enemies, and those whom I have not met yet. Anyway, life here is not so bad, not so uninteresting, and not so permanent. It is another stop along the great train ride of life.
We met with folks today, planned for upcoming missions and projects; we discussed security more, visited appropriately, and obviously ate well. I'd say the day was about as good as it could be given the time of year, weather, exterior influences, and the volume of work to be expected right now.
The days and nights keep coming and going. Sometimes it feels like day at night and the opposite at other times. Constantly I feel, especially as my time here draws to a close, the tugging of "home" and the yearning for a resumption of normalcy. I have said so many times just how much I feel like this is a movie in which we are all stars and the plot has come to a near standstill. Maybe this feeling changes again when the work picks up after the weather warms up a bit. Either way, I am coming home in well less than 90 days - actually, less than 80 days!
143, Kaesen.
Good night and good day.
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