This post goes out to Mr. Jim B, a while back he told me that the correct name for my site should be "Si vis pacem, para bellum", I have also been informed by a priest that is a Latin scholar in Rome that I was incorrect, OK. I first would like to thank both of them for one, reading, and two caring enough to correct me. I have now corrected the site name, and the banner shall hence forth reflect this change. A big part of where I want to go in life (after Iraq) is being able to one, handle it when people don't like you, and two be able to admit it when you were wrong. No one likes to be wrong, but I am not nearly as clever as I'd like to think I am, and not so proud that I can't handle being wrong.
Oh, I took the sign down from my door in barracks that mentioned the job to which I seek back in CA. As one of the Fobbits pointed out to the CSM that it was "not authorized" to display it. fair enough, I don't want to sway any voters here in Iraq 10,000 miles from the district of which there are about 20 in the Battalion. So I have replaced it with a sign saying no one running for office lives here. Of course there is some 5 font fine print. I do love to argue!
Things here in Iraq are well as normal as they can be, there was a birthday celebration for the 4th Brigade 3rd Infantry Division, the fun was of course mandatory, so I found great pleasure in being tied up with work. I was unfortunately unable to attend. There was a band, there and the band closed with a favorite song of mine from yester year. "Sweet Home Alabama", what a great tune, a smile crept across my face as the first chords were struck. Again I was reminded about "Apocalypse Now" and the USO show in the middle of the jungle. (Oh, to the person who coined the blog name Ablogalypse Now...nice!!!) At any rate the evening is winding down here and I am going to go back to my room and let "the walls move in a little tighter". I got off early last night and rushed back to my room, overjoyed at having an extra 2 hours of "personal" time. Only to stand there for a good hour trying to figure out just what to do. There is an hour I won't get back!
DJ and I have been doing well since I have been back, the two weeks at home really helped us. Thunder6 is somewhere between home and here, I have missed him, although being here is not what any of us would call fun, T6, and MAJ K are like family to me, if I have to be here (and my orders say I do for another 228 days 16 hours, 38 minutes and 10 seconds) I am glad it is with them. Funny the weeks are flying by, but the months are resisting.
As "Big Brother is now readily monitoring our Blogs, I must watch what I say, and how I say it. MAJ K is sitting behind me not looking over my shoulder, and with each stroke of the keypad, I can only laugh as I type this. Hey pencil pusher reading this ready to censor / censure me go on patrol you Fobbit! For those not in the know, a fobbit is a phrase coined by infantry types who leave the relative safety of the base on a more regular basis. These said Fobbits are those nefarious creatures that have little else to do other than run around looking for various infractions of the rules either uniform infractions, or in general if troops appear to be having fun then they must be up to no good. Thus the Fobbits main function is to crush said fun, for if it spreads then we can't call it a war anymore. The Fobbits tend to look at the arhabi as the "Nazgoul" from "The Hobbit", large ominous creatures cloaked in black riding dark horses. I think that they read them this as a bed time story in the Fobbit/Fobgobblin school. Of course this is all in good fun...or is it?
Oh, yes before I forget MAJ K, did in fact tell me that it was Si vi pacem, para bellum. If I didn't mention that I know he'd gloat, come to think of it he probably will any way. As I write this our wives are having lunch a whole world away, I'd love to just be able to walk in and give DJ a hug, I'd trade weeks here for just a moment more with her. Time...