Restless
I was attempting to get some rest before our patrol tonight, but I guess that isn’t going to happen at this point. I was lying in my bunk staring at the ceiling with a lot of different things going through my mind. Our time here in hell is starting to draw down. We have less than four months left, but that’s still four months of this place. The days seem to be getting longer and time is slowing to a standstill. People are on edge, and everyone is worn down to the point of “I don’t give a crap anymore.” This can be a real dangerous time in a deployment as complacency, routine, and just plain boredom set in. Anyway, that’s not what was running through my mind.