In typical fashion we were shorted over a week of block leave before deployment due to the machinations of the Air Farce - although I have serious questions about the training unit's attempt to "keep it from happening".

This was further compounded by the training unit calling me and the CO after everyone was home and attempting to change the load out schedule to a time *before* our published Cinderella time to be back in the barracks...what rubbish - fortunately the CO told them to pound sand and we pushed it back until after everyone was back.

We were issued 4 gear boxes (instead of 1) to put additional supplies, such as manuals, medical, weapons maintenence and training aids...this was because here at "Combat Advisor" school the average team is 12-15 pax - Our company is *considerably* more than that - so we were authorized addtional space for team kit - of course when the load out Nazi came to inspect our boxes - he hardlined us and held us to 1 box - "one box per team - period"  - so we spent half the night finding space in individual duffles for the team kit - grrrr....of couse all of our assault packs have to fit in a airline style box before we are allowed to get on the aircraft - so we had to pack those VERY light...can't wait for the cluster phuc in the morrow....

On a happy note - we are all now proud graduates of the Army's Elite "Combat Advisor" course...we just want to know when we are getting our tab...and does it take precidence over SF, Sapper or Ranger tabs?!?! (BTW - that was sarcasm)

On an even happier note - I got to drive my car this w/e - zoom - zoom - zoom I love that car -

On an even more happy note I got to spend time with the kiddos this w/e - played some baseball - stole some deedle-dee and chilled -

On a more different happy note - I recovered my Ti and promised to come back with my shield...or on it.

So - the surge is winding down...looks like my job might get interesting...doens't that just figure - oh wicked hand of fate  -

Mars - we ask for the steel and the fire to vanquish our enemies...

Themis - we ask that you smile blindlyupon us, as we do your work against the enemies of freedom...

Nike - we ask that you grant us vicotry - it is your realm..

So, in the immortal words of Conan - the good things are:

"To crush my enemies, see them driven before me, and hear the lamentations of their women".

Snootch to the Mutha Phucin Bootch.

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