Back in October, I posted a picture of me with my kids and said that it would be the last post with any tie to my deployment. Well, let's just say that definitive statements such as that should come with an expiration date. Sort of like "I'll never drink vodka again." Because, well, this post is about deployment. Or, better yet, post-deployment.
Let me just get this out of the way now: as far as adjusting goes, I'm doing pretty well. It's been nearly nine months since I arrived home - the length of an average deployment. (In fact, as an example of tempus fugit, the unit that replaced us should be leaving FOB Shank at the very least or, best case, de-mobing now.) And while early on just being home and insinuating myself back into the routine was difficult, I think we are all gelling fairly well. There are still hiccups from time to time, but on the whole it hasn't been too traumatic.