one day this war is going to end and I don't know how i feel about that.
because life is simple here. 40 dollar per day food stipend and a hotel room. means you do your 8.5 hours of work a day, six days a week, buy cheap and delicious takeout meals for every meal. suddenly you have more spare time than you ever did back home. work, eat, sleep, rest, occasional beer with the crew. life is simple here in the suck. no family, no friends, no decison making, no cooking, no chores. just work and not-work.
we are all counting the days (20 days left now) until we are relieved of this burdensome task and allowed to go back home... to that easy familiar old life, not appreciating the simpleness of this moment.
Will we miss this when it's gone? not the hard work, of course not. But everything else? possibly. the sense of purpose, the challenges both physical and mental, the individual and group effort, the necessary faith in the strategy and competence of the leadership. the new friends. the sight and sound of strange new people, houses, plants, and mountains never seen before (except when I was deployed here in 2016). the simplicity.
the sense of purpose, and belief that our sacrifice and pain will win a righteous, better future for our loved ones.
The war analogies dont end...
I got pulled off the front lines after 3 weeks in the field, and put to work in the safe, air conditioned HQ in the rear. I feel like an evacuated casualty, or maybe soldier honorably reassigned for good of the war effort.
we're all here making and shaping history through our marginally incremental individual contributions and no one but ourselves will know what we and our comrades in the trenches did to win (or lose) this war.we'll all be changed by the experience but no one will know what we did or how we did it.
few will understand the physical and mental challenges we had to overcome within ourselves, nevermind the pain inflicted upon us by the enemy (republicans). or the burden inflicted by our weaker willed comrades who didn't understand why they signed up to be in this war, or signed up for the wrong reasons and made our jobs even harder. the dumb ones, the smart ones, the lazy, the hardworking ones, the sincere but incompetent, the insincere but competent, the introverts and extroverts. they were all here, like they are for every war.
the HQ Generals, the non-commissioned officers, the grizzled staff sergeants, the field promotion lieutenants, the incompetent cadet school grads, and us the cannon fodder foot soldiers of course.
after all our work and pain and sacrifice, we must trust that the few indivduals who we fought for to reap the fruits of our labor, will do right by our memory.
it is what it is.
also, I fell in love today.
