Back at FOB Hefner. Today the CG's jump got hit with and IED just down the road and had one urgent surgical medevac. We went to help even though it was Cajun's zone but when a two star general is involved, everybody wants some face time. We arrived just minutes before the bird came in. I've had a lot of time to think while I've been over here and there have also been times that I wished I had time to think. I may not be as religious as I should be but there is no question as to miracles that have occurred. RPG's bouncing of vehicles. RPG's hitting vehicles with no one in the back. Mortars falling only inches from hitting us. Anyway, some call it luck. Not me. And I'm thankful for it.
I heard today that my friend Ben Barker is back with the company and I'm looking forward to seeing him. I had not talked with my friend Greg Murphy for years and made a point to call him before I left for Fallujah. The talk was good. He had been mad at me for a long time and when someone's mad at me, my last defense is to be mad at them, and that's where we were.
He told me that he was going to be a Dad and that I was going to be an Uncle. That meant so much to me because I always thought of him as my brother. I have not spoken with him since, but I didn't want to die in Fallujah without "making up". I hope we fall right back into our old ways. I called home just a few days ago. I call home more than I thought that I would, but it's more for them than me. First my Dad, we spoke for a good while. I told him about Sgt. Davis and all the dead Iraqi's. I hadn't planned on letting them back home know that kind of thing but it went okay. I called my Mom and knew that we wouldn't talk long but just wanted to say hi. She said to me, "You're still in California, right?" I was shocked.
I always told myself you were still safe in "California" too. It helped :-)
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