There are lots of reasons why I’ve been having a hard time writing lately. Most obvious is the all-too-common Minnesota winter depression, resulting from being cooped up inside and not seeing the sun for weeks on end. Also obvious is that sitting around fixing computers for a living isn’t nearly as interesting or glamorous as sitting in a truck in Baghdad; somehow even the most mundane shit has a sheen of the exotic when it’s in another country and people are trying to kill you.
Another important reason is that I feel like my position has changed. In Iraq, even though I was hardly on the front lines, I was in a unique situation and almost everything was strange and interesting and comment-worthy. Now, I’m just another citizen-soldier/right-wing gun nut/chauvinist pig with a blog. Without the unique perspective of being in a foreign land, I don’t feel like I have a lot to say.
Somehow, this is related. It’s the Army’s best photos from 2005, and they’re really good. Looking at them fills me with such a strange mix of pride, respect, and jealousy. Jealousy? Because I wish those were my pictures. Army photojournalist is really my dream job – even if only in a Guard setting, there’s probably nothing I’d love more (career-wise) than photographing soldiers, and telling their stories. I love to tell stories (as Melobi can attest), and telling the Army story would be ideal.
So…anyone out there know how I can get myself into an Army Guard PJ slot? (I didn’t mean for this to turn into a job request, but…)