Another day has passed, and little has changed.
We opened the tri-con today and got our duffel bags, squad boxes, and some other equipment.
I was excited to get my surfboard here. It’s old, yellowed, and beat up, but it makes me happy to have it sitting here in my room. Maybe I’ll get Sgt. Bridges to paint and draw it up before the end of the tour. I’ve got some work to do first, patching up some spots. I’d love to strap it to the side of our Stryker when we go on patrols.
I bought a coffee pot and a pillow today. They only had Maxwell House coffee, but it’ll do. I’ll have to have someone out in Hawaii send me some Kona Coffee. It’s funny, I’ve never been much of a coffee drinker, except for when I’m deployed or stuck out in the field training.
I went to the MWR building a couple of different times today. I got online for a bit and sent Theresa a message. I’m hoping I can call her tomorrow.
I started watching Pearl Harbor this evening after dinner. I like that movie, and it reminds me of home in the islands. My DVD started skipping, so I stopped watching.
In other news, we received our company mission statement today. The entire battalion is supposed to be part of a reconciliation effort except for our company. All of the other companies will be moving into established JSSs (Joint Security Station) or COPs (Combat Outpost), and patrolling in areas where coalition forces are settled and have been for a while. Our company mission is to “clear and secure” our sector. To me, that says we are going to fight our way in and then try to hold what we’ve taken.
Our soldiers are taking this whole thing very lightly, and I’m worried about what’s going to happen. I’ve talked to them several times. I’m just not sure what else to say to make them understand that this shit is not a game. Maybe they get it, and maybe I’m just being overly concerned. I don’t know what it is about this particular deployment, but I’m just really expecting the worst. I’m not sure that I’ll make it home this time, and I’m worried that I won’t get all of my boys home this time. That scares me. I’m just now sure I’ll be able to handle losing one of my guys.
I heard several bursts of machine gun fire about twenty minutes ago. I hope no one tries to hit the base tonight. I’m tired, and it’s cold outside. I really don’t want to fuck with it.