trouble of our own making

every now and then a soldier will lose something. on even rarer occasions that something will be an item you never want to fall into enemy hands. one such device came up missing, and there was no end to the trouble. 1/2 a day for everyone was spent searching. 1/2 a week is being spend doing the paperwork. they put cords on things for a reason; one this soldier apparently didn't grasp. i just hope it doesn't fall into the wrong hands, because it would be used to kill us or our allies. now the damage is done, and we wait, and wait, and dare to hope...hope and pray it was picked up by another soldier....

but on to brighter topics.... i got the postcard jon sent me from budapest today. that makes it exactly 1 month to get here. i'm guessing that'll be about how long anything shipped from outside the u.s. takes to get here. things shipped from the u.s. take about 2 weeks to arrive. ah, the joys of being in the back end of the world. so the mystery of how long it takes mail to get here is solved. as the for the mystery of how the chocolate didn't melt? i guess some things were meant to remain enigmas... or maybe it was magic chocolate...mmm, magic chocolate....

i got around to posting a pic of me for my profile. i know it's hard to tell that's me. the friend that took it said i look like some soft of insect with no face and all eyes. so if you were ever wondering what i'd look like with no face, there it is. one of these days i'll get around to snapping a photo of myself with all my body armor on. it weighs 1/2 what i do. not that that's saying much as i weigh less than most girls my height. it seriously weighs 70-80 pounds though. imaging trying to run with all that crap on, and you'll get pretty close to what it would feel like to be in combat...except that you'd also be scared shitless. that's one memorable event i'll be happy to miss out on.

one more night in the world's butt crack...one more night being grateful for the little things (like taking a shower..so nice!)...one more night nursing my bottle of sparkling grape juice i swiped from the chow hall. what i'd give for a glass of champagne...