It isn't every day that I get to do crazy shit and nearly kill myself, but every once in a while, I ask myself "what the fuck am I doing?"
I like the quiet, safe little room I currently occupy. I count 6 more months until I can finally gear up one last time and climb on that bird which will take me back to civilization. I really miss Germany, the Hefenweizen, of course the women, the driving experience. Then, back to the good-ole USA for some normalcy. Of course, I do not truly miss the United States, I just feel nostalgic from time to time, and I especially dislike the Iraqi desert. I do not like being pulled over every ten miles for speeding or having an expired tag or whatever, probably just a random check. I do not miss the police state one bit, or the ridiculous traffic at rush hour or during holidays. But, I do miss family and friends. I do miss the freedom that comes with being a "citizen", even if it is only an illusion.
Fuck, that's enough for one day.