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Hi Mom,

Ya this is what it looks like over here. No trees, no green grass, just sand every where you look. So different from home where I loved to be out in the woods inside the canopy of all the trees and the green grass below my feet.

I miss being home, this land seems so foreign to me. The base is highly guarded and we are not allowed to go off the it at the moment. Too dangerous and you never know when something bad will happen. Just trying to stay safe.

The people that work here on the base are mostly from Pakistan and India. They try to sell us their crafts and love to barter. Something the States just don't do. They have some nice crafts though but not many seem to speak American. Maybe Ill bring you something back as a memento.

I miss home and all of you a lot. Seems like forever since I seen my wife and my families faces. I thank God you gave me that laptop for Christmas cause without it life would be even worse. My Zune also keeps me busy and being able to listen to my own music.

Thanks for the help getting my Zune back up and running. I guess I do need my Mom even in Kuwait! The forum link you sent me had it fixed in a jiffy. Tunes, oh yes, my tunes. You know how much I love music and I would be going crazy without them.

This scrapper above is one of many of the heavy equipment that I drive. It is much bigger than it looks in this picture, but is a lot of fun to drive. In fact I was driving it right before I snapped this picture.

We have been laying pretty low and not much going on. I did finish a course online about staying safe and such. It was a long hard course, but I finally completed it and now the Navy will be giving me more to do here.

Sorry I cant tell you more when we chat, but it is drilled into us not to say anything about what is going on here. You never know who is listening. Hope you understand.

The days go by so slow and it is taking some time to get used to the whole thing. I miss home tremendously but I know I am here for a really good reason and will continue to do my duty as a SeaBee.

The other men here are not as friendly as they have been since I joined. They out rank me most of them and are not as easy to get to know. You know I am pretty easy to make friends. Boy I wish I had of been deployed with the rest of my own unit, but I am sure with time it will get better.

All Image sources by the author.

This is a number plate from Kuwait. What a difference between ours and theirs. Everything is so different here. I just cant seem to get used to all this sand! Although I am trying hard to settle in, it doesn't come easy.

Sometimes I think about other wars past and wonder how on earth those guys dealt with not being able to talk to their families except by snail mail. Now with the power of the internet I get to talk to you guys at home a lot. Thank God I am in this generation in time. The world seems a bit smaller through technology.

OK Mom time for me to hit the hay. Got a long day tomorrow and want to get my rest. I want to tell you I love you and miss you all very much. Hopefully this six month time frame will go by quickly. Tell everyone else I send my love and think of them all often.

Love your son

More in the series of my son:

Camp Arifjan

Waiting For Your Safe Return

Soul Felt Feelings

Visiting My SeaBee

United States Navy SeaBee

A Mother's Love

The Navy Owns Him

Navy Mom