It is 13 Mar 2007 at 1730, the eve of my movement into Iraq. I have spent the last three days packing all my crap up and shipping it home or to Baghdad. I am amazed at the amount of stuff I have accumulated in six months. I’ll be working in the G-9 AKA Civil Affairs. Not sure what I’ll be doing, but it will be a welcome change of pace. My living arrangement will be less opulent, but my new boss is a great guy! I feel badly for leaving by little band of merry men and women, but it is for the best. I hope they will be OK without me.