After another extremely disappointing night, I have my greatest hope of getting off the base today. Now that it has become more likely that I’ll be leaving I can recall a post earlier during this deployment when I spoke about the people. The people are what make this job worth doing, not the people we save or the people back home but the people we work with. I remember talking about an age divide that kept our team from really growing close with one another and that being the reason why this deployment wasn’t the same as the other one.
The makeup of our team has changed significantly since then. I had the great honor of working with three people that I had been previously deployed with. They slowly rotated back as the others rotated to the spoke or back home. So during the final week of my time here it was like we had the dream team together again.
When asked by one of the guys whether I was excited about leaving (this was during my first attempt at leaving) and I told him “You know, sometimes I am, but other times I’m not. Honestly being out here is great, it’s like you get to hang out with your buddies all day and get paid for it.” He laughed in response.
I know now that this will definitely be my last time out. Because like a bad breakup it’s not the good times you remember during the relationship, it’s the bad ending that leaves that taste in your mouth and this break up has been pretty traumatic. Unlike Afghanistan, where I could almost come and go as I pleased, Iraq is like a clingy girl that doesn’t want to let go. Hopefully this time it will be the final chapter of this journey.
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