The return of the increadible

Once again, preparing to head to the Sandbox.

That first line must have been written sometime in May 2011. It is now June 2011, and I am definetely back in the Sandbox. This time is so different and so similar to the others. I remember landing back at the Airport my second time out thinking, oh god it feels so familiar, and being concerned by that feeling. This time, it was not familiar at all. Oh sure on the surface, the processing in, the Pax terminal, the walk across the tarmac, things like that. But it was not the same place anymore. The drawdown is so very real. The last time I was here, I could tell where the Coalition forces had left, where previously there had been other countries "airport bases" that were either empty, or depleted. This time, it was our facilities that were gone. So much has left. And so much remains.

It is officially hot too. It was 110 in the shade this afternoon, and as of 11pm it is still at or over 100.
I have to wonder if it is all worth it in the long run.