Today, My Company did an awesome thing. The owners through a Christmas party outside in some big tents. They had it catered and had a live band Dr. Zarr’s Amazing Funk Monster, they rocked the place. They played at my brother’s wedding and they still rock.
I suspect the crowd and the tent, which we ate in, trigger this, because it looked exactly like the tent I stayed in the first three months in Iraq, caused a flood of memories from Iraq. I guess it was still surreal to me that it was only two years ago, The Christmas sentiment made me think about my Christmas there, it was a good one, I got the word that morning that I was on the next flight out. Most of guys were already gone except a few NCOs and me. Extremely busy that morning finish the last minute packing and cleaning of the tent so Bill the Team Sergeant could inspect it. The 9:30 mortar attack, and running into the bunker. Carrying all my stuff to the team side of the compound and them giving me a lift to the helipad. Sitting on the Helipad watching them explode the dud rounds that landed in the helipad. The total freedom and joy of making home alive asI was in the bird leaving the fob, an emotion that it hard to describe. as I sat in the tent more memories came at a rapid pace. I had to get away from the crowd and tent, so I sat back alone from everybody. I hope that I did not seem anti social to everybody else but the flood was getting too deep. It was not all bad memories; it was just becoming over whelmed. I moved away and listen to band rock. I did have a good time.
