When you have one of those mornings when you wke up at 4:30am and realize that, for the next 3 months, this is the time you will be required to wake up and begin functioning, it has a relatively sobering effect. I know I have yet to deal with many of the hardships faced by most members of the military, but a simple event like that makes one realize what is on the horizon.
I look forward to making the trip down south and beginning the training. I spoke yesterday with a fellow officer in the 848th Forward Surgical Team (the unit to which I am assigned here in Ohio) who happens to be at Ft. Sam right now completing similar training. He gave me a few good packing tips, but also gave me hope that whatever "beer belly" (which I prefer to call my leftover baby fat) I may have left will certainly be gone by the completion of my training. He has already lost nearly 4" around his midsection...and that is just in the three weeks he's been there! Hope springs eternal...
I plan on enjoying my last day here in Cincy for a while. I'm spending as much time as possible with my prettly ladies, finishing up some packing and paperwork, and having a big Cincinnati send-off dinner (probably a Big Boy covered in Skyline chili and Montgomery Inn sauce over Larosasa's spaghetti and meatballs...yum!). My next post will probably be made from Ft. Sam, so see you again when the madness begins.
Peace.
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