It doesn't seem like a week since I posted something on here. Probably due to moving from Bagram to Kyrgyzstan to Germany to Wisconsin. There's nothing like spending the better part of 19 hours on a plane to put you in a homicidal frame of mind, especially when the last crew rotation gets you several stewardesses who obviously feel their job is a pain in the ass. Thankfully that was the shortest leg of the trip, with the others having outstanding crews. Now to make it through a series of briefings on PTSD, and how to "adjust to the civilian world". Guns, bikes, and beer, duh. What's hard about that?
Plus, a big thank you to the volunteers who do the deployment "welcome home line" coming off the plane in Bangor, Maine. That group was there at 0300 in the AM when I came back from Iraq in 2004, and they're still at it, making sure troops are getting access to cell phones to call home, coffee, and small oddly dressed dogs as soon as they get off the plane in the US. They're good people.