Slowing Down

Just when things seem to be speeding up, it slows back down. As fast they come, it slows back down again. That is life over here... not knowing when the next time the engine is going to fly to the next gear.

Last couple of days have been quiet, not much going on, doing the same patrols in the same areas, running into the same people, having the same conversations (for the most part). A couple of days ago, right after my previous entry, the other platoon got hit by a grenade, luckily there were only shrapnel wounds. After that, it has calmed down again. An attack is inevitable, but the timing of it always seems unexpected. I believe we have thwarted many other attacks, but it is difficult to gauge our success in that manner... if they don't attack, we just never know.

So many things that could kill and harm us... but it is best not to dwell on it too much. The first couple of days patrolling outside the wire, I was watching every step, looking at every rooftop, paranoid of every hole I pass by... I still am vigilant, but in a more "relaxed" sort of way now. I am more accepting of my situation, and acknowledge that anything could happen- so it is best to save the energy and save my mind for the moment when everything goes to hell.

I think I said that the way I wanted to...