...what it must feel like to get old. Friends in Afghanistan is a perfect analogy to growing old. When I arrived almost one year ago, I was surrounded by friends or at least familiar faces. The longer I've stayed the fewer friends are around. I used to see familiar faces every day, I suppose it is like when a person begins to outlive his friends. The changing of the guard is almost complete. Although I'm not the last one here, it's starting to feel that way.
In order to not sound too depressing, I'm looking at it the other way: I'll soon be delivered from Purgatory! Although, I'm excited to get back to my civilian life I'm a little nervous.
See you at home!
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Way to steal my ideas.
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As intelligent as you are, you should know that there are not original thoughts. But yes, I should have given you credit.
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