Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Memorial Day Weekend in Afghanistan

I have heard from my son over the past few days. Initially, he was tired, hoarse and distracted on the phone. He is not permitted to tell me where he is...and his only comment on his activities is "I am doing my job."

The next phone call revealed that he is still able to gripe about his three favorite topics: FOOD (not enough, stinks, etc.), WEATHER (hot, dusty, dirty) and FATIGUE. Later he added BOREDOM to the list. Now, I LIKE BOREDOM. It sounds a lot like "doing nothing"; resting and recharging. The "doing my job" part is very frightening.

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