The worst kind of coincedence:
My brother's first deployment to Iraq was a seven month tour, primarily spent at Al Asaad Air Force Base. His existence consisted of his work on the base, numerous outings to unnamed, unsafe places, and his room, known as the "can", where he existed off hours.
He is once again at Al Asaad, this time for an entire year, and once again he finds himself in another "can" all his own. It is like a can too. Cold, barren, and completely devoid of anything that feels like home. For that reason, he is anxious to get things from home that might make his aloof walls more comforting. Things like artwork from the kids, words of encouragement, pictures, and more all do just that.
In the meantime, he immediately busied himself with unpacking and moving things around. It was during this process that he noticed some familiar marks on the wall.
Familiar how?
It seems he has returned to the exact same room where he spent his previous tour.
Ugh.
This is Day 10.
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