I’ve been here for 72 days exactly. I’m in that weird spot where I’m almost halfway through my deployment… but not quite long enough to say I’m “halfway through” my deployment.
Still, I feel like I can eventually see the light at the end of the tunnel.
In just a couple days, it will be September. When you think that I’ve been here since June, it seems like a lot longer than 72 days, but that’s just the math toying with my brain. When you think that I only need to make it to December, it seems like there is hope yet.
I’ve worked every day for 10 weeks straight. The last day off was on June 14th. I’m not going to lie to you. I’m burnt out like the light outside my room. It’s not that I’m not capable of doing the job, but every now and then I just need a break.
Fortunately, I’ve already put in my paperwork to take about four or five days off in October. They will actually fly me out of here to a place where I can get real milk. There are other things I can do there, too, but real milk is the only thing on my mind (aside from not working). On a six-month deployment, I don’t get to fly back home in the middle like other people do. I would have to be here for a year-long tour, and I wouldn’t ever want to do that.
I miss my family every day. I try to video chat with them several times per week. It doesn’t always work out well with the connection, but the ability to stay in touch with people back home helps me about as much as it helps them. My son is growing up and learning new words. He talks to me through the computer, but I have no idea what the heck he’s saying. I need a linguist that speaks the language of 19-month-olds.