My Little Friend

7/29/2007 08:05:00 AM UTC +0300

For those of you not in the loop, I'm getting close to the end of my tour. I have a little over two weeks left, and I'm beginning to think about how I'm going to transfer my job to the next poor sap, as well as how I'm going to get all my stuff out of here, make all the necessary travel arrangements, etc. The combination of anticipation and uneasiness makes for a huge weight on my shoulders.

A little gecko has taken up residence among the sand bags outside my trailer. He is just waking up when I come home, and he greets me before skittering off to eat some tasty bugs.

I'd like to take him home with me. This place is not safe, and he doesn't even have a helmet or any body armor. What will happen if he gets hit with a rocket? He doesn't stand a chance.

Time really does fly here. I'm afraid I'll blink and I'll be on my flight home. This may not be the most pleasant place in the world, but I still need to take it all in before I leave. I don't want to forget what has happened here.

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