Dearest: I’m in Kuwait. Can’t say where or for how long. Apparently I can buy a
pre-paid sim card for my cell phone, which seems to be the popular thing to do.
I’ll look at the prices and decide then. I don’t think it will matter in terms
of what Sprint charges you to recieve the call.

I have a 20 minute limit on the internet. It’s raining and cold. Billy Rasy took
me on a goose chase this AM looking for coffee (got soaked), even tho there’s
free coffee in the DFAC. He’s nuts. You-know-who instructed me not to do PT,
again. About caused my eyeballs to pop out. I cut myself shaving last night and
joked to the CSM that I better not let anyone see the cut – might not be allowed
to shave anymore. I got a good laugh. I awoke at 430AM and ran anyway. Felt
extra rewarding. He didn’t even get out of his fartsack until 730. Of all the
things to have to sneak.

Anyway, I’m good. Artillery in the background makes me wish I were doing that.
Give my love to the kids and let the family know. All for now. Love, J

Oh, how my heart aches for this fine young man and his family because they’re mine. There are 150,000 Americans in Iraq with no clue about when they will get to leave. So many little children at home missing their fathers and mothers and brothers and sisters and parents scared to death for their all too grown up children. I’m NOT trying to be political, I’m just trying to say that every day I call up Google news with my heart in my throat. I’m ashamed that when I hear three marines have been killed, I’m relieved that it wasn’t “my” soldier. I pray for peace.