I've been struggling with a bout of depression that has left me wanting to sleep all day, and hide out from everyone I know.
I'll come out of it, I always do.
It's not the suicidal kind of depression, just the debilitating kind.
But then I don't need to bare my soul to a bunch of voyeuristic bloggers. Those that stop by almost daily and don't bother to say hi.
Not a peep out of them.
Like the one from Murfreesboro Tenn. Stops by almost every day, sometimes twice a day, but doesn't bother to say a word.
Maybe I just haven't written anything worth commenting on.
What a pretty town though.
Murfreesboro.

Reminds me a lot of Keene NH.

So anyway, Luin dropped me a line saying, "how about an update? Let us know everything's ok."
Well dear friend, everything is ok.
Matt is doing well.
He had his first day off since he got to Baghdad, and emailed to let us know he was alright, but feeling remorse because the other guys in his detail were out and about, and he was worried about them.
He got the transfer he wanted, from TOC, to a PSD, (Personal Security Detachment). Well, almost the transfer he wanted. Actually he wanted to be on a Stryker rifle squad.
Like this one.
PSDs are like body guards.
His crew is assigned to the Brigade Commander, and Command Sargent Major, from what I can gather.
He's not very forthcoming with information.
Anytime the Commander wants to go out and about, and check up on things, they go along and get out and secure the area before he gets out of the Humvee.
Better a low grade NCO or private should get the shit blown out of them, than a Colonel.
Here's a pic of me and son #2 with his girlfriend at the Red Sox game.
I'm sorry I haven't been around much lately.
Hopefully I'll get back in the swing of things, soon.
We had green monster seats. (on top of the left field wall) for those who aren't familiar with Fenway Park.
In most ball parks these would be called left field bleachers.
At Fenway they are some of the most coveted seats in baseball.
Here's one at the Baseball Tavern, on the roof deck.
Gotta get in the mood, and at $4.50 a beer as opposed to $6.75 inside the park, I can get in a lot better mood.