Leave Over...Back On My Head

I’m reminded of a joke I heard a number of years ago:

A man goes to hell and is met by the devil. The devil tells him that he has to choose a room in which he will spend the rest of eternity.

The devil opens the first door. Everyone inside is standing on their heads on a hardwood floor. The man decides this is not the room for him. The devil shows him the second room. Everyone inside is standing on their heads on a brick floor. Once again, the man decides this is not the room for him. The devil opens a third door. Everyone inside is wading in crap BUT they are drinking coffee. The man thinks to himself and remembered he enjoyed drinking coffee while he was living. He turns to the devil and tells him that this is the room for him.

The man enters the room and had just gotten his cup of coffee when someone yells, “Coffee break over, back on your heads!”

Similarly, Iraq smells like crap and is hot as hell. Once again I think; why would anyone want to live here?

Surprisingly, leaving home this time wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I’m glad I made the choice AND had the choice to take leave to see my family. Even though I had to say goodbye again, this was better for my mental well being. I truly needed my leave when it finally arrived.

Now that I am here, I am over the half way point. Too easy. I could do this standing on my head.