I'm back. Feel my pain.

Arrival back in KC was noted by said gentleman with Rat Tail/Mullet standing behind me while waiting for the bus to long-term parking. I took a deep breath then snickered to myself while treacherous echos of "achy breaky heart" fumbled through my traumatized mind. I realized I was only bringing misery on myself so I promptly diverted to Barney's "wheels on the bus."

Ah, it was good to see the family despite the difficult goodbyes. Seems like just as I get settled in, I have to pack up and leave. I'm ready to get on that plane to start the clock ticking. 365,4,3...... One thing that amazed me was how much I missed the smell of my wife and daughter. I didn't realize how much impact that had on my daily routine. My last night at home I couldn't deep breathe or hold them close enough.

So, on the plane were a bunch of Tennessee Guard guys flying up to Riley for a little pre Afghanistan "Funstomatic" training. I laughed to myself and remembered when I was a "FNG" (New Guy). Man, to be a fly on the wall about week 2 or so. It takes about 6 weeks to become numb to the pain. The hits kept coming when at the baggage claim was the same SFC that showed our team around the first few weeks. I passed on of the team and said "see you on the other side." At that moment I felt like I had all the knowledge in the world; my Army virginity had been lost. I've passed the test, I've been Funstoned. I'm no longer a Sailor in the Navy. I'm Green! Shh. Don't tell.