No surprise there. But let’s go already – we’ve waited too long. Our focus is slipping, and our priorities are inexorably shifting from weighty matters of survival to trivial ones of comfort and stateside life. I feel like we’re in limbo, encased in a stasis shell within this alternate universe we inhabit; soon, the shell will collapse and I’ll be awash in the reality-surreality of rifles and diesel fuel and sand and heat and body armor, drinking nothing but water from a tube.
Perversely, I look forward to it – partly because the sooner it begins, the sooner it will end; but another part is that it represents an extreme of human experience, a way to stretch and expand my understanding, in a place a world away from installing Windows patches where pouring sweat and the rolling tympany of your heartbeat in your ears is a constant reminder of your own vitality.