My buddy CW2 Chris Bracken, who I knew in Hawaii when he was SPC Chris Bracken, “the angriest man in the army,” is now an Apache helicopter pilot.  He sent me some supplies for my time in the desert.  The greatest gift is this remote helicopter he gave me so I can annoy the snot out of the guys in my section.

Raley and I broke it out today and are trying to figure out the intricacies of the hover.  I didn’t expect it to be this fun.

You'll put your eye out.

Our big event this week was a pentagon press conference. It didn’t go so well at the end because the General’s microphone came uncliped and fell down his shirt. It was a total rookie move and we’ll at least have another shot next month.

I’m now in full swing, editing the newscast without the Sorority Soldier. She’s in Kuwait, bored. Wish her a happy birthday that I thought was on the 11th, but it ends up being on the 9th. That apparently makes me a good friend. Her words, not mine.

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