FOB Smart at 2301 - Thursday
Late into the night, I find myself wishing I had not enjoyed that last cup of coffee two hours ago. I said that it rarely affects me - but tonight is one of those rare moments I presume it has, if only sedately. Actually, I just finished watching a movie in bed. Thoughts permeate my thinking regularly of my son, Kaesen, and I just received a photograph of him from his mother. My son is magical and often, at least during my time here, ethereal in many ways. I say so because he is my little angel, my little gift of a son whom I adore and think about in most of my spare thoughts and time. Kaesen is such a good boy, a loyal son, and a young life with so very much to look forward to with amazement.
Less than 24 days remain on my countdown to returning "home." I am eagerly awaiting my reunion with my son, my family, and my friends. How wonderful it will be to be back in the United States. I, myself, am looking ahead to the near-term future with great anticipation for all things good and balanced.
Afghanistan has been quite the experience for me personally. It has broadened my horizons, captivated my soul and my heart, and I take away from this so much more than I have given. And I feel that I have given so very much already in terms of sharing, caring, and endowing those whom I have encountered with the very best of me professionally and some personally. "What a ride" could sum up my thinking on the matter for the moment.
143, Kaesen.
Good night and good day.
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