It's always a good part of the deployment when you can switch from counting
down months or weeks to counting days. Since "troop movements"
are considered classified I can't share my exact count with you, but it
wouldn't matter. No plan survives first contact with
Stratcom. But my best
guess is I’ll be back in CA by the first weekend of August - or so.
So that has me feeling pretty good. Also, in the last few months I
seem to have overcome some kind of major writing hurdle or opened some
floodgate I wasn't aware of, because I've been very prolific. I've
probably written (and rewritten and rewritten) over a dozen scenes for my book in the last
month alone - and some of them are actually not terrible. Also there's my
CDS column and - not frequently enough, I know - this
blog.
So on at least one of the
promises I made myself, I'm making good
progress.
The other, faithful (i.e. bored) readers will recall, was to set new
standards for my fitness. Well, I suffered a bit of a setback. In
mid-April I started having sharp pains in my neck. I had to take a full month
off from any resistance training before they (mostly) went away, and then after
two days back in the gym they came back, a lot worse than before and running
all down my right arm now. Diagnosis (my own, with help from Dr. Dad):
pinched nerve, probably C5 or C6 for those keeping score.
So basically I can't go to the gym.
This is incredibly frustrating.
I've tried to make up for it by hazing the crap out of myself with cardio,
since that doesn't hurt and actually seems to help a little. I'm up to
running 50+ minutes every morning, working toward an hour. For real
runners it's not all that much, I know, but cut me some slack - I'm doing it in
90-100 degree temps. Also I hate running. But anyway, it's
working. We don't have a scale or anything here, but my cammie pants (“trousers”
in the officially-sanctioned Marine Corps lexicon) tell me I've trimmed the ol’
waist line some.
So there you go. More than you ever wanted to know about my personal
fitness, but since I set out those goals publicly before I left, I figured I'd
post a progress report.
Right now, I'm getting ready to go for my morning run once again. It's
0507, a bit earlier than I usually wake up but when you're up, you're up.
Earlier is certainly better for a run: I noticed on my calendar (thank you, AH)
that today is the first official day of summer.
Ha ha.
Ha.
Ha.
The best part of being up at this hour, though, is "watching" the
Yanks game while I hydrate (I know, I hate that word too but it’s terribly
efficient). The Internet is too slow here for video or even the radio
broadcast (I would, I think, give up an entire paycheck to hear John Sterling
call a live game right now) but I can more or less follow the play-by-play with
MLB GameDay, where
the Yanks have just tied up the score in pursuit of their 11th straight
win. Go Bombers!
In war news, things have been very busy of late, and going well for the good
guys, all in all.
Needless to say, I’m
talking about military stuff – the political side of things is its own story
that each person can judge for him/her/itself.
Unfortunately even when things are going well – big picture – the price
is high, and the
moments of silence in the JOC become more frequent as
the fighting season continues to heat up.
If there is one thing that frustrates me the most about international
affairs it is that the sacrifices we Americans make for other peoples – and I’m
not just talking about the troops but the money too – seem to get taken for
granted, like of course the U.S. will send troops and taxpayer dollars to every
crisis or natural disaster on the planet.
The world would basically implode into boiling shit, not to be too blunt
about it, if the U.S. overnight withdrew all its foreign aid, humanitarian
assistance, security guarantees (explicit or implied), forward-deployed forces,
contributions to the U.N. and the IMF and the WHO and various other NGOs and
IGOs and non-profits and charities and good-will causes and so on, yet it seems
everyone always has some complaint or demand or criticism that goes beyond what
any other country – big or small, rich or poor, Western or non – is asked or
expected to do.
Sometimes I just get fed
up with that.
I’m not saying we don’t
reap benefits from what we do and give, but we do and give far out of
proportion to others and to what we get in return.
So I hope the Afghans, among others, remember
for generations what the Americans – and the Brits and others but undeniably
the Americans most of all – have sacrificed for them.
We shoved the human garbage known as the Taliban
regime out the door in well under a year, but we stuck around for over a decade
to do our best to leave something better in its place.
I hope they remember that.
Well that was unexpected.
Guess I had
something to get off my chest.
Anyway
the Internet has gone away – we’re not in Op Minimize but it does that quite
often for mysterious and unknown reasons – so I’ll have to post this when it
comes back.
Meanwhile, I’m all hydrated
up, so it’s time for a run.
See ya soon!
"Yankees win. Theeeeeeeeee Yankees...win!"