I'm back now. Sucks being in a hanger with hundreds of people there to greet everyone else, and being all alone.

Early in the tour, I mailed my house key back to a friend at Fort Polk so he could send my wife a bridesmaid dress. Well, he lost the key, so I can't get in my house. And my phone doesn't work. And neither does my car. The anger sharks are circling in my head.