thewhitty

Work, work, work...and by work I mean constant missions and patrols. It cooled down to 123 degrees today with a light breeze that keeps you just bearably cool from all of the sweat. Butters, Bex, and I have fully undertaken our joint effort at the composition of a graphic novel that is somewhat along the lines of a "zombie apocalypse" type story. So far it is superbly exciting and we like where things are going. Sometimes I don't know where we find the time for it with all of the stupid shit going on here. It's almost 3am here in Iraq and I have to be ready for another patrol in four hours so I'm off to smoke a death stick and catch a couple hours of rack time. Goodnight.