Blah

If I had to use one word to describe what I feel it would be "blah". I feel like I have accomplished nothing in two weeks of being in Dallas. I think I am running in the wrong crowd or something. I feel as if I know no one, as if I do nothing, and I have learned nothing. Yet, if I go out people I know from long ago recognize me, I am so busy I barely find time to rest, and I babble endlessly about learning how to treat the sick and injured. Nothing satisfies.

Though I speak with the tongues of men and angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
I Corinthians 13:1-2

Maybe I just need to meet a girl named "Charity".

Proud to Be an American

In about an hour I will become an American citizen after living here 23 years and being in the Army a year. Wish me luck!

Live, From Austin!

I am in Austin trying to party it up before I go. The fun starts in earnest tonight. I am reveling with a sense of urgency - if that is possible.
Perhaps I have the wrong attitude, but I am trying to cram as much as possible into my time at home. I don't think I am going to die, since the actual casualties in ratio to the number of troops in Iraq is small. At the same time, I could just get lucky (or unlucky, whichever word you prefer). I am not going to leave anything to chance or leave with any regrets.
Got to go nap before the party.