Our next home leave is a less than two weeks away. I’m looking forward to it. That is, I’m looking forward to seeing my family again. I keep in contact with them through facebook, Skype and email, but nothing comes close to sitting around the dinner table, playing board games or going for long walks together. I’ve an eight-month-old grandson I haven’t held since October. If it wasn’t for all that, I’d have a hard time steeling myself for another trans-Atlantic flight. I’m not looking forward to the ordeal of getting to the airport and through security. The flight will be completely booked. You never see empty seats on a plane anymore. The only people with room to nap on the 8 to 10 hour flight will be in first class. Long before we land the toilets will be clogged, out of toilet paper, or both. And two weeks later, we get to do this all over again.
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