12 days isn't much time when it's all the time you'll have for the next 12-18 months.
I've been giving this some thought, and I believe the reason this time is hitting me harder than the last two must be because I know what to expect. Well, as the saying goes, we sleep in the bed we make.
Lately, I've been considering my own committment and resolve. This has been a long war already, that much is true. Hard to believe it's been two years since I made a heartfelt post here while on an R&R leave during the last hurrah. It's always funny the way time works and moves relative to what we're experiencing...the last year and a half has been a blur. Life as usual, nothing to report. I only wish, in hindsight, that I could experience it again in order to appreciate all those moments and opportunities I probably took for granted. Time doesn't stand still, after all, while we're not watching.
Anyway, back to my committment and resolve: it's been tough, these last few days. I think I'm developing an ulcer, to be perfectly honest. The thought of leaving *again* and living that life *again* is almost enough to make me nauseous. In fact, if it weren't for the people I love, maybe my resolve would crumble entirely.
There are alot of people around here who think what we're doing there is the most monumental and critical event of the century. Others think it's a crime, bogus, based on a lie. Well, everyone is entitled to their opinion. One request: make it an educated opinion. Don't let Michael Moore or Ann Coulter make up your mind for you. (In concession, if you were to ask 10 vets what it was like "over there", you might very well have 5 or more answers. It's all relative to experience and perspective.)
As long as I live, it is my mission to save my kids from having to deal with the troubles we have. One way or another...whatever it takes. As long as I live, it is my mission to give them an adult life without suicide bombers, head hackers, and "soldiers" that "make no distinction between uniformed and non-uniformed American enemies". The answer may be Britney Spears CD's, X-boxes or the bomb. Whatever works. I'll do my part for the next year, whatever that part my evolve into. Suffice it to say that I feel what I'm going to do is important;maybe or maybe not for the reasons either party is selling at the moment.
12 days. I can't seem to slow the clock down, no matter what I do. In fact, it's almost midnight here, so make that 11 days.