Well, I think I finally completed my decompression from Gulf Wars. Yeah, I had a blast. Worked my ass off, added what seems like 200 miles to my feet (exaggeration, I know). But it's all good.

I've come to the conclusion that I really love my job. I love what we are doing and I believe in it. It's just the nature of the beast that, just like all things Army, shit changes on a daily basis. Yesterday was one of those days where I really seriously considered going ING (INactive Guard). But, if I did that, I wouldn't be able to support my children. That would be a bad move on my part. So, a friend of mine told me last night that it's a choice whether or not to have a good or a bad day... And surprisingly, I woke up in a good mood today. I was surprised. I was awake almost an hour before my first cup of coffee. That's unlike me...

Well, guess I will get off of here and get back to the work that I love.

C'iao

P.S.: Pics from Gulf to follow as I get them...