josephd

Awake to the sound of thumping and horrid oscillating screeching, I look around to catch a glimpse of what is making this sound. I see my breath on the air, I look at my watch 7:11 A.M., then a memory of the night before, my watch previously displaying 2:55. Just over three hours ago one 21 hour day had ended, and now another has begun. I sit up, my breath shoots out as white steam, a shiver runs down my body the heater must have quit in the middle of the night again. That explains the strange sound I'm hearing. I get dressed, slowly; it's so cold and hard to even move. Step outside carrying the bourdon of 70 pounds worth of ammunition, body armor, and weapon. A blast of cold air hits me in the face, a layer of snow covers every everything oddly out of place in the desert landscape. I walk, wind in my face, face and hands numb the ground frozen beneath my feet. Another wonderful day I think. That was just my walk to work.

A short little story for you, about how my day is going so far. I just want to be home, cold beer in one hand, SG in the other.