That's the days since you-know-when. Counting leap years. Counting all those days we remembered the victims in our mission lobbies. Those ramp ceremonies with us at attention as they march the caskets up. The dinners turned to wakes for a bygone America. Debates about unifying or dividing. Tales of profiteering and pandering. Serving too, though don't forget. Being brave and smart and working hard. Getting by.
Yesterday the Kabul embassy took its turn, and people had to hunker down to avoid the bullets and RPGs. I hear they even ate MREs. I'm ok: I'm in Helmand far away, somewhere between Washer and Nad Ali, surrounded by desert and Marines.
We're trying to get out of here. But we're also trying to - in the words of one of our maximum leaders - make it matter. We're close in Helmand, but time is running out.
Yesterday the Kabul embassy took its turn, and people had to hunker down to avoid the bullets and RPGs. I hear they even ate MREs. I'm ok: I'm in Helmand far away, somewhere between Washer and Nad Ali, surrounded by desert and Marines.
We're trying to get out of here. But we're also trying to - in the words of one of our maximum leaders - make it matter. We're close in Helmand, but time is running out.
Sorry, I missed Now, Now Zad (sounds like a Broadway musical) 'til now. Happy talk now, more in your email later. Loved the bicycle+child-in-sun-blasted-village. Nice. You're right though, they do need more smiling birds and singing flowers. Don't Ospreys come with an expiration date? Do what you can. H.
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