Landing at FOB Fenty, it seemed like I had just left and at the same time it seemed as if I'd been gone for years. The base looks smaller than I remembered and dustier, if that is possible.
As I lugged my duffle across the runway I noticed the flags at half mast. I later found out it was for a soldier who was killed yesterday. I'm here because the 3BCT 25th Division is going home...that soldier's going home too, but in a box.
The base is crammed with soldiers as the TOA has begun. I knew they would be happy to see me because it means they're just that much closer to going home.