Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Two nights of on-call, then National Guard this weekend, then two nights of call, followed by frantic packing while waiting for a purchaser's home inspection for the next week, call, and then load guns, bikes, and clothes for a ride out to North Carolina to (I hope) a new home in need of some serious rehabbing, and starting a new job and a new chapter of life.
No stress. Because after you've been places where people want to kill you, things randomly go boom, and your possessions consist of two duffel bags worth of stuff, there's not that much that's really that bad if you've got all your limbs and your friends are OK.
But Jim Beam does mellow that nagging concern you might have to live in your cargo trailer for a year or so if things don't work out.