So that’s it. All my stuff is ready go with the exception of stuff I need to get ready. It’s crazy that I was able to fit my whole amount of stuff in ten boxes, one tub, one cloth crate and an over sized duffel bag. And my room is empty. I striped it of its former eclectic glory. And now this is the last night in my room. And in my house. I can’t sleep. Uh oh.
This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said “Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad) I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.
You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.