Well, damn. Got called into the Sergeant Major's office this afternoon along with SGT Graywarz and we were both given the boot. Politely, of course. A combination of things: the Boss' full time PSO is here and has been for a couple of months, so they really don't need me. They have a couple of fillers from another unit who can do the driving, and our unit wants us back. We will be leaving Iraq in about six weeks or so, and I guess we are needed back to help with the preparations for pulling out.
Sergeant Major was very nice about it all. We have done a good job, sorry to see us go, thanks for the hard work, all of that.
Still, a bitter pill.
I was so pissed I actually threw my hat on the ground afterwards, which is a somewhat childish thing to do and failed to make me feel better.
So I guess it's back to our little camp, where I will probably be stringing concertina wire and filling sandbags, or some equally vital grunt work such as supervising the loading of conexes, or even worse, riding a desk in the TOC.
I know how lucky I am, believe me. Unlike the rest of my boys, I actually got to do real PSD work for a general officer. I was up and down Irish three and four times a week. I was all over the IZ (aka Green Zone); various and sundry places in the Red Zone; went on helicopter rides, went to cool places, saw cool shit...what I thought was gonna be a ten day gig turned into almost almost four months. So I shouldn't complain.
But still. Damn.
Ah well. As my mom would have said, that's the way the cookie crumbles.
I'll try and get some Italy pics up a bit later this week. Happy Monday and Happy First Day of Summer, y'all.