Ok, I really feel like I'm starting to run out of places to talk to people who will understand or at least attempt too. So anyway here is my story.
In November of 2002 I went to Kyrgyzstan. From there I flew an assortment of missions doing various things in more countries then I can remember. What was suppost to be a 3 or 4 month tour ended up being 8 months. Now I'm a single young Airman so I really didn't mind. July of 2003 I returned home. I bought my Lightning and life was great. In December of 2003 I meet a woman at a club that I was working part time at. Little did I know it at the time but this is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. There is no doubt. I care about her more then anything in the world. So when January rolls around, my commander calls me into his office. I thought I screwed something up but it was worse. He told me that I was needed back in the "big sand box". I packed my things and was gone at the end of Febuary. When I left I was not supprised to see that my orders had been cut for 6 months. The Lightning went into storage. I've been over here ever since then dreaming of the day I'll get to return home. I'm runing out of motivation. They just told us that we will be lucky if we are able to return in September because the mission has to come first. I don't regret joining the military or anything that I've ever done in the Air Force. Its just that I'm starting to get drug down with thte toughts that I'm never going to get home to my Girl/Truck. Not to mention that 6 days ago was my 21st B-Day. What a way to spend it. On patrol in the middle of no where hoping for a hot meal.
A lot of you here are very pro military and believe it or not. Every post I read where someone is supporting the things we do lifts my spirits. With all the negative media going on now its just hard to find that anymore.
Sorry for the long and pointless rant but I just needed to get some of those things off my chest.
Jason
In November of 2002 I went to Kyrgyzstan. From there I flew an assortment of missions doing various things in more countries then I can remember. What was suppost to be a 3 or 4 month tour ended up being 8 months. Now I'm a single young Airman so I really didn't mind. July of 2003 I returned home. I bought my Lightning and life was great. In December of 2003 I meet a woman at a club that I was working part time at. Little did I know it at the time but this is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. There is no doubt. I care about her more then anything in the world. So when January rolls around, my commander calls me into his office. I thought I screwed something up but it was worse. He told me that I was needed back in the "big sand box". I packed my things and was gone at the end of Febuary. When I left I was not supprised to see that my orders had been cut for 6 months. The Lightning went into storage. I've been over here ever since then dreaming of the day I'll get to return home. I'm runing out of motivation. They just told us that we will be lucky if we are able to return in September because the mission has to come first. I don't regret joining the military or anything that I've ever done in the Air Force. Its just that I'm starting to get drug down with thte toughts that I'm never going to get home to my Girl/Truck. Not to mention that 6 days ago was my 21st B-Day. What a way to spend it. On patrol in the middle of no where hoping for a hot meal.
A lot of you here are very pro military and believe it or not. Every post I read where someone is supporting the things we do lifts my spirits. With all the negative media going on now its just hard to find that anymore.
Sorry for the long and pointless rant but I just needed to get some of those things off my chest.
Jason
