The days since my last post have drug by, day by day, just like the movie. But, spring hopes eternal! They say the furry guy didn't even see his shadow this year! Either way, I am tracking 49 days before I head home to see the clan.
Reflection from a career Sailor ~ When you are deployed, it seems like everyday is Monday. Even if you have a day that is your "sleep in" day, you still go through the same ritual and duties. What you need is a break in the action to help you count the weeks! Back in the Navy on the ship, we counted pizza nights. We had pizza every Friday night! It was 24 pizza nights to go when you first pulled out, 3 pizza nights to this or that port call, 2 pizza nights until Christmas. You get what I mean. We marked the time and had goals, and we got by.
I was thinking yesterday on Ground Hog Day, that the people of Afghanistan need a pizza night. Something to give them hope. I am not sure it is the U.S. or ISAF at this point. They are in a 30 year old Ground Hog Day of war and turmoil.
With a life expectancy of 44 in Afghanistan, there is a good chance an Afghan will never see it pass. (see the dated article linked here) I am grateful to know that "this too shall pass" can be said about anything I have ever endured in this temporal life on earth. I have had it easy. Count your "pizza days" and count your blessings wherever you are!
44? I'm 44... That really brings it close to home. I think I must count deer days...at least during hunting season. It's been 15 days since I saw a deer in my neighborhood. I was afraid they killed them all. I understand the need for thinning of the herd, but I still look forward to seeing them on my walks. I read this post this morning and then walked outside. And there one was. A beautiful whitetail deer. Hope does spring eternal. I needed to hear that this morning. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteStay safe and hurry home. Blessings my friend.
Shelley