I've had two nights wihtout being able to sleep. I've been turning all night.
I'm having images of my old days in the gulf. From first being dropped in at 1500 feet to the stupid republican guard holding there ground.
I see and feel the blackening sky as the oil wells were lit on fire and the intense heat they produced in an already oven like country.
I feel so bad for my old comrades as they encounter the "new enemy" and feel as if I abandoned them.
I should be there I keep thinking...I should be there..I should..I should....*
My old Unit the "Mountaineers" 10th Mountain Division out of NY are under heavy and intense fire...I cant get my mind off of it, I really can't.
"Jesus", I keep thinking.." should I go back"? "Should I re-enlist and join my old unit"?
I'm so sad right now I even have tears in my eyes....what to do?
I feel like if it's unfinished business..I should go back...but I don't know what to do.
Mav.- Thinking of my old platoon "Wolverines"