I turn Fifty years old today. Never expected to be turning 50 in the middle of the Kuwaiti desert, just a few miles from the Iraqi border. War is more of a young person's game. It's often hard work and long hours, which is harder on older folks, although it's plenty hard on younger ones as well. We have any number of older soldiers. One of my roommates is 56.
To celebrate, another roommate said he'd buy me dinner in the chow hall. I'll probably have dessert. Caution to the winds, for a day.
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