Like I said earlier, I spent last night celebrating the Army Dude. Today at seven thirty pm he walked into a Russian cargo flight headed for the Republic of Chad in central Africa.
He’s in the medical task force, and will be fighting wounds in the United Nations’ mission to Chad. We won’t see him for six months, so last night he threw a party downtown. It was a great party and I hope I’ll be feeling normal again tomorrow. Six months on the wagon doesn’t seem like such a bad idea right now.. I also hope he’ll stay safe. The Army Dude is something of a character, childhood friend and, let’s not forget, the owner of the car I’ll be borrowing for this half year.
Godspeed, and take care of yourself!