I hate to complain about being in the paradise that is Qatar, but lonely is certainly a fitting word. It is really weird, I have no schedule and no worries, and I dread going back to Afghanistan; yet I find myself depressed most of the day while I am here.
There are plenty of activities and people every where I go, yet I know none of them. With no mission to accomplish, all I can think of is home and how I long to be there. Then the morbid side of me makes it worse; every time I am in a room with a bunch of people I can’t help but think of how many will never make it home again. Statistically speaking the last 100 days is nearly as dangerous as the first 100, and so many of us here are heading into those days.
The big topic of conversation around here is September and the upcoming Congressional debate. With so many cronies (n. pl. cro·nies A longtime close friend or companion.) leaving Washington and others changing sides over the last few days, many here are thinking change may finally be on the horizon.
Who knows, we may even find another Attorney General like Ashcroft; wouldn’t that be nice for a change!