Yesterday was Memorial Day in America. When we lived overseas in Japan, we honored both American and Japanese holidays, which made for a lot of entertaining at times. Since I had a day off on Sunday, Memorial Day Monday seemed just like any other day. I woke up early and decided to go to the post office. I knew it was open because during a visit to the post office last week, I asked if they were going to close on Memorial Day, like the post offices back home (Natch). I had about 20 to 30 pounds of parcels to mail back home and another box of goodies for a former coworker who’s stationed nearby (SSG Z., I hope the chocolate makes it to you!) There’s still one more box underneath my bed left to mail and another rug (yes, another one) for either the kitchen or Babybee’s room. So I filled up my seabag (duffle bag for you Army and Air Force types) with my boxes and trudged down to the US Post Office, all the while, taking sips from my ever present bottle of water and praying that the line at the post office was relatively short. I’ve been there before where the line is nearly out to the road and waited for nearly an hour before getting inside the front door. It’s a bit like a popular amusement park ride’s line in the summer heat, except without the zigzag layout designed to cram hundreds of people into a small space and still manage to keep order. Thank goodness I’d thought ahead and pre-filled out all my customs forms, because that move certainly sped things up for me. I was in and out of there within 15 minutes.
Enroute back, I saw a sign, literally, that spoke volumes to me about the meaning of Memorial Day. “Enduring Freedom”… of course, I had to ask a soldier to step aside a moment so that I could take the photo. His last name was “Strong” and for a split second, I wanted to put him in the photo… “Army Strong”. I thought it would be a poignant moment, Memorial Day, Army “Strong”, Enduring Freedom sign, in the middle of the Kandahar Air Field…
This past week has had its share of busy and notsobusy nights for me. I needed the night off, just to reset my bad luck! As I’ve said in the past, when it’s busy at work for me, it’s not good somewhere else in this warzone. And for a couple nights in a row, we were just plain busy. So for my day off, I spent a good bit of it in my corner haven, in the air conditioned comfort of my barracks. When I finally rolled out of bed, it was after midnight and .I decided to go to the gym. Since I’m on nights, I knew I needed to get my internal clock used to sleeping during the day.
Now I’m going to try to get some shuteye… Goodnight, all. See you next time.!