January 22, 2009
It's my first night overseas. We just landed early this morning. I miss the cold weather… It's so bloody hot here. Back home it's probably snowing hard. I bet Harry's complaining over the sniffles, she always is by now. Tom, a buddy of mine, says we'll be out on convoy by this time next week. I'm not nervous, though. Lut. Johnson's my CO, and he says I should be worried to all get out, that the fear of god just hasn't been put in me yet. How bad can it be? I'm only a medic, I'm not even on the front lines. I mean, come on, it doesn't get much quieter than this right now…
John