Today we leave Purgatory and I don’t know whether we’ll end up in hell or, well, a less hell-y place. We were held here in Camp Virginia for a few days to “get acclimated” to the weather and time change and the heat. I’m still not acclimated to the latter. I don’t think anyone could really embrace this climate. It’s like embracing an ulcer; you never really do get quite use to it.
After the initial process in Camp Virginia, my whole battalion has split up to go to the various camps located throughout the country and the region. Sadly, most of my friends have been separated from me and I find myself starting from scratch. Of course, I end up getting stationed with most of the people I thoroughly dislike. The one good friend that is accompanying me is only there temporarily. Great.
Saying goodbye is bittersweet. On the one hand, there’s the prospect of change, the idealism of finding something new, the excitement of transformation. On the other hand, there’s the sadness on leaving friends and even foes. Because even though you don’t like them, there’s a good reason why you don’t and you are aware of it.
I will miss my friends, though. I will miss the shenanigans and the stupid jokes. I will miss the random meetings, the meals together, and laughing for no apparent reason aside from the fact that we were just absolutely immature and incredibly entertaining. Will I find new friends out here that are just as witty and ridiculously funny?
Every deployment is like this. We find each other, we lose each other, and in some rare cases, we keep each other until the end.
I hope this is the same.