hmmm...sorry it wasn't as productive as you would have liked. So, have you introduced your sister to RBV, yet? I'm sure she would gain all kinds of knowledge from her brother. Maybe she can come back without dad, and you two can have some brother-sister bonding time. There's something liberating and calming about laughing it up with a sibling. Rock on, brother!

Did you go pick up Mark yet? Geesh, we've got the beer, we're waiting at the beach...C'MON ALREADY! We figured that's where you were, because you haven't been on in like FOREVER...*giggle* or 3 days or something. Happy working!

uhhh...I mean, sup guy?

Well your weekend seemed to go a completely different direction than originally planned. Glad you're back. I get to look forward to family this coming weekend. "Little brother" (who is 6' 4'') and his wife (6'0'') and their two kids all invade my home on Thursday. I will feel like a midget and my house will be bursting at the seams with people! I hope I survive.

Uuggghhhh... I guess it's the 47th or March or something... How many days are in this fucking month. How long have I been gone now? 6, 7 years? I am soooooo ready to get the fuck out of here. But the next two stops probably won't be much fun either, unless they include VA BEACH, MUTHAFUCKAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's my whining limit for the day. What have you been up to?

So, this one time...at band camp...

Dood.....

Did you get smoked at the Pentagon or what? Write me, motherfucker!
I know it must be rough sitting in your comfy 1/4 million dollar pad back stateside, but at least take a moment to email your best friend on the other side of the fucking planet.

Looking like I'll see you soon enough... Well, not soon enough, but sooner rather than later. Very much looking forward to it. I need a major break, brother. I am cooked. You can only stay in the red so long. So fucking sick of looking over my shoulder, and keeping my hand on a weapon. I cannot WAIT to relax and not have to worry about some fucker putting a bullet in my head or burying a machete in my back... "There are daggers in men's smiles" here... I've no idea who's on whose side. Everyone looks the same.
I've some crazy shit written down about this trip I've kept in a journal, I'll get it to you once the trip is over - can't do it right now, you know the deal.... Although, I wish I could get rid of it, it just has to sit there and wait till we're wheels up. I swear, I'll write a book one day.
Keep your head down. Looks like the shit is about to hit the proverbial fan, back home... Fuckin' Israelis.... Grrrrr.. What the hell are they thinking? They're going to cause another world war if they keep up their crazy ass ways. Shot the fucking leader of hamas out of his wheelchair with a helicopter gunship????????? Hello.... They need to cut the shit.
I just want to come home. Sick of bailing out these fucking lunatics all over the planet. I want to just start grabbing random passersby and shake their little asses and shout in their face "LIVE LIKE A FUCKING HUMAN!!!!!!!!" (and if you don't, we'll come kill you )
I dunno, Jeff... I'm just tired. It's way too early in the game to feel the way I feel now. I guess the last 8 years are catching up to me. 30 days vacation/year... I have fucking 112 days on the books... I haven't had a break in ages. So tired. Try to stay focused, but it's hard. So much shit going on. Every knock on the hotel door is another possibility of erupting terror. Finger on the trigger, eye to the keyhole, "who's there"? It's exciting for the first week or so, after that, I can't describe the burden of walking around paranoid out of your mind... It's exhausting.

I miss you guys.

L&R,

Mark