Well, the final countdown has begun. I'm sitting in my room about 36 hours from stepping on the plane that will take me to Iraq. A little bit of nervousness is starting to set in, at least I think. It has been hard to differentiate between nervousness and excitement. I guess I'm not sure if there is much of a difference anyway. So far fear really has not come into play. But I suppose you can't be nervous unless you fear some unknown. Not that any of it matters, I'm getting on the plane regardless.
What does matter is that I do not have a phone charger for my dead phone, I'm leaving in a day, and I have a bizillion people to call. I'm really gonna have to figure something out. That would not go over well with the fam and friends if I didn't get that last phone call in.