Finally settled down in our new digs. Internet is slow, and we’re working on it.
I wish I could regale you with tales of derring do and macho shit like Marcus, but alas, tis not to be. We’ve hit the ground running with our hand off from the outgoing team, and are still drinking from the fire hose, so to speak. That means meetings ad nauseum and chai. Lots of chai.
After 6 months of living out of my duffel bags, going through the same training at Riley twice (I am just that special), enduring Kuwait and Taji, we are finally doing our mission.
Also, I would like to take this opportunity to curse Marcus. Curse him to Hades. Taji was a tad underwhelming, what with all the death by PowerPoint, so I started reading. I got tired of constantly playing East Front (damn you again Marcus), so I picked up a John Ringo book. I’ve now killed all 4 Ringo books I could get my hands on: Vorpal Blade, Choosers of the Slain, Unto the Breach, and Sister Time. Dammit.
Curse you, Marcus.