Today is a cold and wet day here in Baghdad. If I were anywhere else in the would, I would say that it felt like it was going to snow. That would be something—a white Christmas! Things are still busy at work, but I enjoy it. I got back to my trailer around 2300 last night. I felt like a prisoner going into lock down—I sat on the bed and thought to myself “now what”—nothing but bare walls to look at. That has changed now, Braye sent be a calendar with pictures of the girls today, so my trailer feels less like a cell and a little more like home.
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David--saw your picture with Bill--he makes you look short. Did you have any conversation with him or did he just run from soldier to soldier taking pictures? Is about 75 here today but Christmas is to be a rainy day. Kristin's group gets in tonight. We are thinking of you often and are glad your job is working out well. Uncle p
Bill is a giant. He wasn't very talkative--but he looked exhausted. Col Hunt (Ret)—his resident military affairs guest seemed genuinely offended that no one recognized him.
I told you he looked like Grandpa Munster; that's who I thought he was at first.
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