I haven't showered or shaved in three days yet, I'm online and blogging. No, I'm not dirty. All my gear is palatalized, waiting for a bird to load so we can get the hell out of here. Weather conditions here in Afghanistan is not looking so good. When I hear of the "sand box:", I think of sand and heat waves that could burn the skin in a matter of minutes, not mud and snow so thick, you can build an igloo. My dumb ass also packed all my cold weather gear so I'm freezing my ass off. I'm praying I'll be out of here soon so I can finally get settled in AGAIN. That's the thing with the Military, you never know where and when you're going. Everything is subject to change. Our mission was suppose to be in Kuwait but here we are now in Afghanistan, waiting on a flight to Kabul. I'm tired. Will write later if I have time. If you're reading this, I miss you girl friend. =]

As I look back upon my adolescent years, I've realized that there are a million things that I would change, if I had the power to do so. However, I don't regret the choices I've made nor do I regret the path I've taken. All I would take back are the disappointments that I have caused to those I care most about. I realize that I'm not the most mature person in the world and I still have a lot of growing up to do. At this age, I am honestly scared of what the future has in store for me. I haven't accomplished much but I do know the road I decided to take over three years ago would far surpass the life style I was so used to before. Sometimes I contemplate about what would have happened if I had not chosen this path. Would my life have ended prematurely? Would I be another failure to a society who wants us to fail so miserably? I don't know. I don't know anything. I don't even know who I am and what my purpose is in life.