Turn a Page, The Story, The Same

Home From Iraq

I promptly took the ride up to my parent's place after our welcome home ceremony. They pulled out all the stops. We waited a whole 2 hours for the generals to show up. It was unreal. Such a long road for the soldiers around me.

All the danger, all the screw ups, the successes, the pain, the joy, the excitement. It all was coming to the culmination of this moment. We would go inside, they would cheer, we would put on a show and leave - veterans and citizen soldiers.

It's been a couple months since returning from my overseas tour. I've decided to continue writing about my somewhat less exciting exploits in the states.

After coming home, I found out my job in Atlanta was no more. The contract was up and since I was a contracted employee, the company would not be obligated to find me work.

So, I started hunting. I managed to find a job in the DC area writing software. Something I've wanted to do for some time now. Return to my craft. Get paid to do what I spent 4 years in college learning.

It's been interesting and over the next couple days, I'll recount some stories about the move, my first couple weeks here and the big frost I managed to survive.

The End and a Begining

It would appear that my regular travel overseas as come to an end.

I have mixed feelings about the end of that part of my life. I'll miss the excitement, the danger but, so far, while the chapter has changed. The story, my life, is still the same that I've scripted out in the Signaleer journal.