It wasn't just the picture, though. The very air was grainy. It was my first Kuwait sandstorm. I've been through a few in Afghanistan, but this was the first of this trip. Whee, sandstorm selfie.
Yes, for now, I'm a resident of Camp Buehring, Kuwait. Not much fun, especially when the ground won't stay on the fucking ground. Hopefully we'll do some good here, and we can get the job done quickly. Then we can all get back home.
When we were at Scares that Care, I got the word that we'd be moving to Fort Riley. I was needed out there. Fine. Except, Chief, you've got to go NOW.
So, I got notice that we were moving in July.
Got orders in August.
We got on the road in September. Got a call the first day of the road trip, and I knew what was coming. "Chief, you're deployable, right?"
We arrived, and signed in, and before Jennie and I got all our boxes unpacked, I came downrange.
So let's get this done. And yeah, when I can, I'm writing. Of course. I've got a short story called "Idle Puppet" that'll be published soon in an anthology from Sirens Call Publications, and my next two novels will be published by Permuted Press--one, Dark Crescent, next summer, and the other Casualties, in winter of 2016.
Keep reading, and I'll keep writing.