moreso through xbox live. like, i'm about to hit the "invite friend to game" button, when it dawns on me "oh, right. derek's kinda in the middle of a war zone right now."
thing is, talking online, it just feels like he's on the other end of town, or even a couple of hours away back on base at pet.
not kandahar, where it's noon hour there while i'm poking around these parts around 3-4 in the a.m.
and it's so odd to talk shit over msn. just surreal.
like the convo last night:
d: what's up?
b: hey man! not much. how's things?
d: s'ok.
b: what time is it there? must be like, 10 in the morning or something.
d: ehhh, closer to noon.
b: thought so. it's like, 3 in the morning here.
d: i have such a fucking headache - the 155mm's have been firing all morning at some bad guys.
b: ah... oorah? lol
d: lol, yeah.
d: man, rpgs suck.
b: how so? i mean, they're being fired at you guys, so obvs. they suck...
d: well, they're just really random and inaccurate. one bounced off the ground and hit one of our vehicles yesterday
b: fuck me. wasn't yours, though, right?
d: nah. all it did was make a dent in the side.
d: brb
BRB? what the hell? does that mean "brb, incoming. lol"?
*sigh* just quit worrying.
... make it back safe, d.
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