Family Time

The other day I said I was going to write some stuff about our little trip to Qalat. Well, after further review of pictures and the trip me, myself and I determined that more pictures of the desert and occasional camel wouldn't be worth taxing the carpal tunnel syndrome, so in lieu of that.....
Camp Georgia is really coming along. Now that most of us have our own rooms, SGM and I have noticed that after we cook dinner and everyone gets food, no one is to be found albeit our intelligent SPC Allee that eats with us. Weird. Before we'd all eat together, chit chat about the day and plans for the next few. Well, last night our generator went out and it was COLD. We grilled out and kept slapping on wood to the grill and gathering around. It was like a KAO without the amenities. The Hajji contractors were hanging out waiting for the mechanic to show up. We fed them and shared Cuban cigars with them and we all laughed and talked about killing Taliban, the cost of the cigars and all sorts of other fun stuff. It was like old home week. The SGTs were actually hanging out as well. About 2100, the power came back up and everyone dissipated to their corners to warm up all their 2000 or so parts. SGM and I talked a little later about how nice it was to have that time together as a team to bond like "old times" (1 week ago) across the camp. It drove home the importance of family time, that time at dinner when people actually sit and commune (communicate) with one another and enjoy the presence of each other. The Afghans do this every night, probably because there's nothing else to do but at least they do it.
I know now, more than ever, what I'd give to be able to sit across from my wife and daughter and hear about their day and their upcoming events. I'm willing to sacrifice my life to continue to give you that opportunity to look across at yours. Please take it.