Well we all go home sometime, and my time in the sun has come and gone. Back in the world, and thinking about where to go from here. First a word of explanation, why did I become all mute and stuff? The answer is simple, first it is anonymity and the second was personal.
The army in all its infinite wisdom has a pathological fear of the uncontrolled word. Partially this is a reasoned and logical belief that one’s plans should be “As dark and impenetrable as night” This makes sense in a military and kinetic world personally I believe that in a world where we must practice non-kinetic warfare the ‘Death to Blogging!’ approach of the Department of Defense makes poor sense. The second reason is that the Big Army wants to control the message, to be able to shape a what people think and believe about the military, war and all things national policy.
I would object to this except all special interests try to do the same. Across the spectrum people with agendas like to control the message. For the reasons below I felt the world could do without mine for a while.
You see, I could have gone along and entertained the folks back home without fear of specific discovery except that two things happened. The first was a ill advised pissing match with SSG Moto. Not that I was wrong, more that I should not got into a fight I could not win. Moto knew of this blog and if he waned me to lose a stripe or two could have gone to higher and had me crucified. So I shut up. “You could have claimed it was not you.” Someone might say. I really couldn’t because higher got a nice writing sample from me.
These guys in New York have this news paper. Personally I like it because it Thomas Friedman is an editor there. Then this really hot girl told me that if I was a real man I would submit a piece of writing to this paper. So I did. On June 7th I got paid for my first published writing, and because I had to sign my name to it, I had to get it approved. More on that later.
Shortly after that I also started a pretty intense electronic conversation with the girl mentioned above. There is only so much time to write in a day, and I think the time spent chatting with her, was worth it. At least she has not smothered me in my sleep sense I got back.
These are all excuses, and I apologize to anyone who worried that I had become a statistic instead of a story.
The real question is where do I go from here? Believe it or not there are still some stories from the kitty litter box that need to be told if for no other reason then I will fell better with them in print. That will come later. As time and an exhaustive search of my hard drive allows. If my loyal readers (both of you plus my mom) are interested I will take a lint from Tolkien and chronicle what comes next. Specifically I am focused on taking my savings an riding the Americas. A wild idea generated over more than a few bottles of wine has now become a reality. I know I have said this before but this time I mean it. Watch this space. Besides if you thought I was a wig nut in body armor on an MRAP just wait to see the tom foolery I can get into with a motorcycle and no adult supervision.
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