So, we finished our week-long Military Readiness Exercise (MRE.) Time for a break right? WRONG!
We’ve still got a lot to do before our training ends, like returning gear, and pre-positioning baggage. I don’t mind, because I’ve got something to look forward to …
I will have some time to go home to see Muna and my little man before I head to the ‘stan. YEA! (I’m not sure what I’m happier about, seeing my wife and son, or LEAVING Camp Atterbury.)
One thing I’m DEFINITELY happy about is a getting a break from sleeping in bunk beds (see the picture above.)
When I was a kid, I always wanted a bunk bed but I never had one (since I’m an only child.) My first time sleeping in one was when I joined the Marines; we slept in them during boot camp. It was kind of fun then, but then again, I was 18. Everything was fun then. I’m a wee bit older than that now.
Sleeping in bunk beds (as an adult,) is simply unnatural … Kind of like an adult drinking out of a sippy cup. You can do it, but something about it just feels awkward. This is the Army, after all, so us Airmen have had to suck it up for the past three months and sleep in open squad bays in bunk beds.
All that will change, if only for a few days, when I get to go see my wifey and little man. Our bed at home is big, soft, and is just the right size for Taj to jump in between Muna and me and annoy me until I wake up to cook him breakfast. Sometimes, he’ll actually join us and sleep … As the late, great Bernie Mac would say: “Nice, real nice.”
You just can’t get that feeling in bunk beds.