I've missed the family terribly this week. COL Abati is getting ready to go home, and all his conversations are getting focused on seeing his family again.
So, I'm doing well. Still working long hours, still spending every day with the Iraqis and still living in the same place. I haven't weighed myself lately, but I'm still losing weight. My pants look like I should be in a Subway commercial, I can pull them out about 3 inches from my waist. Damon thinks that I should take a picture and send it back home. I've really noticed in my face, it's looking leaner.
Damon and I were sitting with the Iraqi gate guards last night, enjoying some chai (arabic for tea) and conversation. They asked what rank we were, and were shocked when we told them Ra'aid (Major). They couldn't comprehend the fact that American officers respect and value the enlisted man. I think that they are all envious of the fact that we can feel comfortable sitting and talking with them, when their own leaders treat them no better than tools.
A word on the chai. For those who don't know, the Iraqis drink chai with a TON of sugar. The cups we drink from are SMALL (espresso sized), and they fill the cup halfway with sugar before adding the extremely hot tea. Literally three scoops for a three ounce cup. Diabetes is a rampant disease here...
So, we move on, doing what we can to affect positive change. I love and miss you. Our phones have been down for a while, so I can't call, and FOB Shield doesn't have a phone center that we can get to. But, they should be up soon, hopefully.
Love,
Ross
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