As the title suggests I'm going to be heading to Iraq in Oct. I'm not going to say where or what day....cause that would be giving to much info. Anyway the point is that I'm going to be deploying to a hostile part of the country (that's saying that there's somewhere not hostile....lol ok I guess that's really not saying much but that's the point.).

I have to say that I have been going back and forth about this...whether I want to go or if I want to hate every minute of it. It's funny, I remember growing up playing war and wanting to be a soldier more then anything else. And here I sit, living the dream so to speak. Not only am a soldier, I lead men. In fact I think that scares me more then the thought of dying itself. The fact that I make choices that could mean life and death for my soldiers and those around me. But this is the life that I wanted and I'm very happy with my choices thus far. Anyway, back to Iraq. I kinda want to go. I want to know what war is like....even though this isn't like the wars I grew up learning about. I want to live out that boyhood dream of being something more then just another person.... I want have a reason. And regardless of how the world feels about this war I know that it's my turn to go, to be a part of it.

I know that I'm going to miss my wife, my family, my friends, my dogs.....my life in general but I do plan on coming home. I have to say that my family had been more then understanding of what is going on. I know that the wish that I didn't have to go, that I didn't try to put my self in harms way.

"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."
-- George Orwell

Sleep well