i arrived in kuwait on the 9th.
its the 29th now and im still here.
we were scheduled to leave a day or two ago but typical army they bumped us off our flight.
i cant say that i mind though, if i do the math and all its only means less time that ill actually be 'in sector'.
it took about a week but im used to the time zone now.
still though, theres time ill walk around here and look at things for a good minute.
it still hasnt sunk in, it all still looks surreal.
today i watched a pair of birds, small birds, and i thought,
they look just like the birds back home.
but theyre not.
i cant allow myself to think that anything here is real.
the sand, the buildings, the people,
theyre all fake.
theyre all fake shells,
cheap imitations.
if they were real i couldnt hate them.

ive grown quiet, around almost everyone.
i dont think im becoming a recluse but having this much time to yourself certainly makes you think.
i can only wonder if the men in past wars thought alike.
i read once, in some ptsd article or seomthing of the sort, about a woman, who was describing her husband.
she said that he wasnt wounded in combat but he still has fresh scars inside.
i guess it makes sense.
talk about maturing.
i can only imagine how much more this would suck(and must suck) for people who are married and with kids.
well, theres my update.
half the battalion is gone so i can finally post.
i go home on leave in june.
i cant wait to see the beach.
itll be perfect weather to swim.