As much as one can get used to life in a (at least temporarily) quiet theater of war, there is always that faint desire for home. A desire to trade in the decent food at a mass dining facility for the simple pleasures of cooking at home. A desire to trade in a relatively comfortable sleeping bag on a mattress for a queen sized bed at home. A desire to trade in a few wonderful soldiers for a mini-wife and a baby! :)
As I was writing, my activist friend walked by and said "You look like you've settled in--like you really enjoy what you're doing." I cannot deny that this work invigorates me.
Now for what you all have been waiting for: The one, the only...Drool Baby!
