Deployed to Isreal

The camel musk entered my tent today a quiet sand storm arouse the warm wind settled outside white garments blew in the breeze i could hardly collect myself my thoughts were on American things like Antonio's pizza why I'd mastered nano breads pita pockets honey dipping peppermint tea with lemon grass aroma soaring though out brass tea cups my mind focused completely locked and loaded I suppose although it is definitely going to to take some time getting use being referred to as SGT when all I wanted to do was curl up with my diary and my kitten mittens i sure miss mittens being so far away in the middle east on guard duty missing my family my friends even my noisy neighbors i miss the buses the trains the cold cold nights wrapped in fleece hands hiding in my faux **** things were different around here unusually quiet for a war zone I'm torn from college days my two best friends were from Tripoli the other from West Bank i sit outside Jerusalem wondering what my friends are doing back in America eating toast reading poetry wait I here something what a pleasant surprise a tiny kitten here now in the middle east hello there I'll call you Jaguar funny meeting you here I'm no longer lonely can't wait to take you back home to America