Closing Time
Could you stop my mind, I’d like to get out.
Well, it’s getting pretty close to closing time here. I’m only 4 days away from getting my freedoms back so thats a plus.
Things are all kinda weird right now. We’ve pretty much done everything that needs doing, and have packed away most the stuff that needs packin, so now it’s just tyin up loose ends and such. Like getting those nasty grills all polished up for Iraq. We wouldn’t want anyone to be nondeployable for a toof ache. That’d be awful…..awfully retarded. A pair of pliers will do the trick. Oh and maybe a shot of whiskey shortly after.
So anyway…what with all the down time comes a little brain activity now and then. Nothing major I might add, just a few bumps on the EKG every now and then. Oh wait…..dang I tjust forgot what I was gonna say…dang it.
Block leave will be coming up soon which is where everyone gets to go home and be with their loved ones for a bit before we hit the sandbox. I don’t know how those married folk will be feeling, but I can only imagine what kind of mixed emotions they are going through. It would be kinda hard to be home and trying to have a good time, knowing in the back of your mind that you will be flying far away for a good year over in the sandbox. I don’t even know if I would enjoy myself.
There’s times where I think that it’s easier to avoid all the heartache and such, by simply avoiding situations that put you there. Goodbye’s for example. I hate em. I would rather it be just a farewell wave and maybe a “Here’s one for the road,” kinda thing, instead of all the tears and emotions. That’s like taking the bandaid off reaaally slow…it just hurts longer. I have never seen the benefit of drawing it out. It only makes it seem like it’s going to be permanent…like you’ll never sese them again. I hate that. I would pay money if it were just as simple as a casual, “Hey, see you next year buddy!” Then it’d be just that. Allright, no problem, see ya. Easy. No tears. See ya in one year.
But at the same time, you have to actually be in that mindset…no faking it. Cuz then it’s almost like a stab in the back….then you have that clawing in your brain that nags at you like you’re missing something. So really it’s a touchy subject. I don’t even know where that came from…but there it is. I don’t really like saying goodbye.
That makes two of us hoss.
yeah, my brother was the same way
OK. So you don’t like goodbye’s. But either you’re coming out here on your ‘block leave’ or get ready for company because I’m coming out there. No way are you going off for a year without coming to see me or me coming to see you.
Good-byes are the worst. I posted a little something for ya on my blog, SureFire. Check it out.
Thank you much Stoicmom, I may bot be a “connoisseur” but I have been known to whip up some odd poetry now and again.
Hmm. “Odd” is probably the right descriptive…
i agree with you on that. goodbyes are the worst.. and i’ve said plenty.. but i’ve kinda figured out that NOT saying goodbye is so much harder. that opportunity to give a final farewell was taken from me with two of my dearest friends and sometimes (years later) it still hurts horribly. but in the face of that pain, i always say.. and i’m sure they are the words of someone wiser than i… “i’d rather love and leave, than never love at all.”