In my room, here in Port Hueneme, it is pushing 1400 (2pm for you land lubbers)... 12 or so hours from now I will leave my room for the last time and march over to the Regimental HQ. We will muster, bid farewell to those family and friends who have come to see us off, check out our individual weapons, bus to the near by air base and await our flight... Some 36 or so hours from now, I will deplane that aircraft in Kuwait and begin my six or so months of deployment. 4,332 hours later - and that's a ROUGH estimate - do the whole thing in reverse. It may be some time before I can post again, but do not worry - I am fine.
So, as my last post before my world gets turned upside-down, I leave you with a verse from the wonderul Irish Folk Song - The Parting Glass:
Of all the comrades that ere I had, they're sorry for my going away,
And of all the sweethearts that ere I had , they wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise while you should not,
I will gently rise and I'll softly call, "Goodnight and joy be with you all!"
Goodnight, and joy be with you all.
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be safe...don't stop blogging. take care. Naomi
ReplyDeletegod bless and watch over you!!!!!!!! Nathalie
ReplyDeleteGood luck, my friend! We pray for your safe and speedy return. Carl (Frenchie)
ReplyDeleteA piece of my heart goes with you. Be safe, and know that you are loved. Mom
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