So here I am. I'm sitting in the airport listening to the mangled voices over the intercom and wondering how different life will be when I get home. Dammit, I sound like Dave. Gotta stop that. I saw someone I know on the airplane, which was kind of bizzare. (For Steph: I was that blonde guy we met when we went over to the barracks to see Dusty, and ended up meeting Red. The older guy whose room we were hanging out in.) It was kinda funny 'cause I recognized him right off, and he obviously couldn't remember where he recognized me from. We didn't say more than hi, since our seats weren't anywhere near each other.
I'm glad that my last few days on Guam were full of seeing the people who meant so much to me while I stayed there. The easiest way to tell who really cares is to see who shows up when you leave, and who tries to keep in touch.