There is a very strange movie called Waking Life about a man who is wandering through his dreams, an unreal universe. I would not recommend it; it is much to "trippy" and hippy for most people, but interesting none the less.
The reason I mention it is because of the conversation I had with Jonathan last night, one of our first real conversations since landing here in Camp Arifjan, Kuwait. I say "real" because try #1 was in a packed phone room using a calling card on a phone missing parts while hearing the conversation in the phone booth next to me through the phone line; needless to say, no classified phone calls go through that room. This conversation was a cinematic reverie in that I could hear Jonathan but could not speak back...it was like being stuck behind bars or a glass wall with him on the outside, able only to take in. So wonderful to hear his voice, and he just kept talking tome because he knew I was there only by the fact that the line was still open. If you can imagine being in that lonely but loved position, you'll understand that I couldn't stop crying every time I heard him speak. It was wonderful, yet unsettling.
Needless to say, I stopped by the PX (could somebody in the Army tell me why it is PX? Navy is NEX for Navy Exchange, MCX for Marine Corps Exchange...PX?) and picked up a new pair of headphones with microphone and promptly called Jonathan at what would be 1:45am his time just to let him know I love him, with my own voice.
Thank you all for your prayers and support. The group of us are still in big tents out in the sand, soon to move into our "permanent" living structures this next week. First day off today, but very busy with turning the whole medical side over from one team to the next. I will post pictures once I can get the computer and camera to talk to each other. And hopefully pictures of Adeline Christine Mitchell will be up shortly!!!
Of note, I am 8 hours ahead of Jonathan on the east coast, so the posting time is really around 10:30am here.
The reason I mention it is because of the conversation I had with Jonathan last night, one of our first real conversations since landing here in Camp Arifjan, Kuwait. I say "real" because try #1 was in a packed phone room using a calling card on a phone missing parts while hearing the conversation in the phone booth next to me through the phone line; needless to say, no classified phone calls go through that room. This conversation was a cinematic reverie in that I could hear Jonathan but could not speak back...it was like being stuck behind bars or a glass wall with him on the outside, able only to take in. So wonderful to hear his voice, and he just kept talking tome because he knew I was there only by the fact that the line was still open. If you can imagine being in that lonely but loved position, you'll understand that I couldn't stop crying every time I heard him speak. It was wonderful, yet unsettling.
Needless to say, I stopped by the PX (could somebody in the Army tell me why it is PX? Navy is NEX for Navy Exchange, MCX for Marine Corps Exchange...PX?) and picked up a new pair of headphones with microphone and promptly called Jonathan at what would be 1:45am his time just to let him know I love him, with my own voice.
Thank you all for your prayers and support. The group of us are still in big tents out in the sand, soon to move into our "permanent" living structures this next week. First day off today, but very busy with turning the whole medical side over from one team to the next. I will post pictures once I can get the computer and camera to talk to each other. And hopefully pictures of Adeline Christine Mitchell will be up shortly!!!
Of note, I am 8 hours ahead of Jonathan on the east coast, so the posting time is really around 10:30am here.
