monotony

The monotony of it all has begun. I knew it was going to happen. I have heard the tales and read the stories, but never thought it would actually happen to me. But alas, it has. BOREDOM is setting in and taking it's sticky, gooey, hold upon my life here on this base. My days are getting longer and the time off getting shorter because we for whatever reason can't seem to find anything more productive to do but work. If I really enjoyed working that much I would have to call it a hobby instead of WORK. Even the strykers that used to elicit such oohs and ahhhs are now nothing more than an occasional 'cool a stryker'. This is not a good sign seeing as how I still have 6 months left in this God-forsaken land of Iraq. I feel like a little hamster running in that wire ball just hoping to make it to some sort of new destination. The harder I run the faster the ball goes and I still don't get anywhere but the same place I started. We process people to leave this place every day and it's getting harder and harder to be happy for them....just knowing they are leaving is making us all a little more edgy lately. Don't get me wrong, this is awesome duty up here and I'm seeing things and doing things even the rest in my battalion will never get the opportunity to do, but I'm bored of the monotony.