For those of you who are worried about my poor husband serving overseas, I thought I would share part of an E-mail he sent me today.
"WAR IS HELL" It all started when I was rudely awakened by strange sounds outside my window. I looked at the clock and it was 8am. I walked outside and I could not see. I was blind! It took a few minutes and my eyes started to adjust. What was causing this pain? Then I noticed a big ball of fire in the sky above me. I looked around the side of my tent and saw two birds. I had to scare a few birds away from my window. How dare they make noise at 8am? WAR IS HELL!
After I took care of the loud birds I started making my way to the Chow Hall for true warriors. I was about halfway to the Chow Hall and I noticed the unbearable heat. I passed two airmen and they said it was a steamy 78F. It was so hot I had one bead of sweat running down my face. Out of breath and close to heat exhaustion, I got to the Chow Hall and thankfully the AC was working and Ben (the door man) was there with a glass of water. I sat down and rested for a while because the 100 feet from my tent to the Chow Hall was like walking through an oven. WAR IS HELL!
I got my china plate and fine silver and asked where is Jeff my personal chef. The maitre'd said he was sick and would not be here today. WHY ME? Who would be able to make my special eggs? WAR IS HELL!
The rest of the morning went okay. The internet took 3 seconds to load. Way too long, but that is what happens when you are having the type of day I am having.
Then we got to lunch! It was like nothing I have ever seen, the mayhem and anarchy. People were diving under tables screaming and crying. I could not believe my eyes. It was horrible. It took every ounce of energy to get through it...I had to eat lobster, a T-bone steak and fried shrimp for lunch. I had to eat it without shell crackers and a steak knife. If you have a weak stomach you might want to skip this part...the tails were still on the shrimp! MY GOD! IS THERE NO HUMANITY? The drops of golden butter splattered all over the plate...stomach turning. Then it happened. My buddy took one right to the eye...lemon juice. I grabbed him and pulled him to safety away form the juice snipers. I stayed with my friend until the medic arrived. I still had a mission to do! WAR IS HELL!
Most of us got through lunch with only a few minor wounds, nothing that a true warrior could not handle.
The rest of the day was routine...drinks by the pool and a live band for entertainment. I don't know how may more days I can take of this!!
"WAR IS HELL!"
OK, so my day did not go down just like that but I did have surf and turf with lobster, T-bone and fried shrimp, and THERE WERE NO CRACKERS. Thankfully my parents gave me all the survival training down the Cape to open the tail of a lobster by hand. It was a very good lunch. Have I told you lately I am fighting a war over here? So what did you have for lunch today?