It has been an interesting year. So far. Between the so-called pandemic and the so-called anti-fascists, most of us are feeling like the deployment has been extended about three times too many. Maybe four. And there’s not much left in the storeroom but flour and dried beans.
We’d just like to get back home, wherever that was, and enjoy some time with our wives or sweethearts, relax with family and friends, put some space between us and the boat (and our shipmates!), and wash that boat smell out of our civvies.
The pain is particularly acute this year, because we chose to postpone REGROUPEX 20. It is bad enough that we had to miss the a couple of great boat tours, but the three or four days of camaraderie, sharing, and remembering we lost exacerbates our malaise regarding the current state of affairs.