Back in Action

I am back on the blogger Gents.

I am now officially writing from the Big K. It is funny that we call it the Big K yet Osan is small enough to walk anywhere and get there within about 5-7 minutes or less.

There is snow on the fucking ground. I got here and it was fucking raining. The weather is just plain going to suck while I am here, and I have acknowledged that.

Well, work is going fine, mainly because I have yet to actually work. Just in-processing crap.

On the other hand... all of my stuff got here. It was nice to see everyting again and more than what I expected...

THIS WAS BAD!!!!!

So, I am going through my stuff... set up computer... set up PS2... put clothes away... all normal stuff so far... Start digging through the other boxes with extranious shit in it... guess what I find??? 1 hydroshock for my .45 and a box of ammo for my .380.

Needless to say, I called customs after debating with someone why it would be a bad idea to just throw it in the trash. (yes, I was on the sane side of that one) Customs has yet to call back. Though I did leave my name, rank and #. Kind of odd... live ammo, and they don't call back... must have been the end of the duty day.

I know quite a few people here that I have met throughout my career. Many of which I had worked with at Tyndall while TDY down there.

I miss my kid.

not a whole lot going on other than that... however, I do want to get both of you online with me at the same time so I can tell y'all something. No, I am not getting married. It is actually more depressing news.

You my Dawgs,

Eddie.