The sun set brilliantly over the barracks yesterday, the long-awaited easing of humidity forming ragged high clouds to bear the sun’s last light. The full moon came up yellow in the east; male nighthawks “boomed” in the sky overhead, diving so their special wing feathers made a weird sound to attract the females. As my night drew to a close, the artillery started in the distance, an extended “whoomp” sound, as opposed to the sharp blast of a 40mm grenade or the textbook “boom” of a mortar simulator.

Doritos for breakfast today – going to the DFAC (dining facility) in the morning is just too much of a pain in the ass, since they seem especially adept at screwing up breakfast food.