Just a Quickie...

As the title suggests this is a very fast and furious post to update all two maybe (and that is a very thin and stretched maybe) three of you who read this few and far between blog on a few important matters.

1. I am currently deployed to Afghanistan.

2. That was really the only important thing I had to say.

On a serious not though folks, yes I am currently deployed and will be for the normal tour of approximately a year (unless things change which they can and usually do but we hope for the best around here). What does this mean to you? Well not much that really affects your normal daily life... that is unless you know me personally (and those of you that I do.... just keep that to yourself please). Some things that may affect you as a loving and avid reader of my so called blog are that I have limited access to the internet and everything on it. There is a good side to all of this though.... with my current surrounding and environment I may have more and better content worth writing about so it may actually improve my blog content and not hinder it in any way. This is only a possibility and quickly scatted through my noggin, but it is possible none the less.

So I think that about covers it... I hope to let you hear from me sooner rather than later.... cheerio mate (been hanging around too many Brits I suppose....)

Already Gone...

I know I need to do this, but it seems my motivation is lacking and content unknown to me. I decided to just start writing and let my mind wander and the words flow forth. Which oddly enough is what I normally do anyways, just with a little direction to start with... I am gone from the United States now.... in a country that ends with a "stan" and on my way to another one that ends with a "stan". So I am gone again, away from family and friends, away from convenience and freedom. I sometimes look back on my life and think all I am ever doing is leaving. I wonder why I would think of it that way... Why not see it as always going somewhere instead of always leaving someone? Is it better that I look upon the sadness of leaving loved ones or that I should look to the enjoyment of going new places. Except most of the places I seem to go are not by choice and really aren't that enjoyable. And yet I seem to deal with leaving extraordinarily well compared to most people I know and see. Is it because I was never really close to many people when I was young? Is it because I moved around and lived with different parents? I have no idea, but I hate the idea that calls out to me every time I broach the subject in my mind. That I am good at leaving... If there was something to ever be good at, is this something anyone should want to be good at? Makes me think about the song Should've Been A Cowboy by Toby Keith...

I bet you've never heard ole Marshall Dylan say
Miss Kitty have you ever thought of running away
Settling down would you marry me
If I ask you twice and beg you pretty please
She'd of said Yes in a New York minute
They never tied the knot
His heart wasn't in it
He just stole a kiss as he road away
He never hung his hat up, at Kitty's place