I woke up with sand in my mouth again this morning for the last time. If I had known that I might have chewed that shit up a little bit before I spit it out. But I didn't have a clue. Not a fucking clue that this was going to be my last day as a 68W in the United States Army. Uncle Sam lost a damn fine combat medic today.
My unit was out on a mission, deep out in the devil's nut sack, pardon my language. I remember looking around at the guys in my unit, thinking what a clusterfuck we were forced into and how I couldn't wait to get home to Oklahoma. Peterson was next to me shooting the shit with Dickey, Gibson and some scout from another outfit. Peterson was talking about one of the Sergeants, Coulter, and how she kept teasing him and brushing up against him with her nice rack. Gibson told him he was full of shit and blew cigarette smoke in his face. I kinda laughed to myself thinking about it. Looking back now any action Sgt. Coulter threw my way would have made my last day here just a little bit nicer, as dirty, sweaty and short-tempered as that woman is. Would have made for a nice going away present.
We got into our trucks and humvees about an hour and a half after that and started on our way through the hot, sandy, dirty, shitty streets in a small convoy. Kogelinski, a puny little private from somewhere up north started bitching about how he was tired of being here and his wife was crying on the phone every timne he talked to her. Blah, blah, blah, we heard all this before. Last time we all rode together. Somebody farted, a few of the guys laughed. I looked outside and told everybody that the whole fucking country smelled like asshole. Dirty asshole. Pardon my language again. The guys sure liked that one, they all knew it was true I guess.
Now, truth be told convoys always made me a little on edge, everybody knows about IED's, road side bombs and shit like suicide bombers and ambushes and all that kinda thing. Guess I had a weird look because my buddy next to me punched my chest and smiled. "Only 128 more days man, we can do this shit." I didn't feel like talking much so I nodded and readjusted my family jewels then my sunglasses.
