Good in the Hood

I've been checking my Enlisted Record Brief for my orders. I've been checking regularly. Frequently. Enthusiastically. Obsessively. Whatever you like. I finally got my assignment this morning, not through my diligence, but through my Platoon Sergeant. I heard on PNN (Private News Network) that the PSGs had the assignment lists. I pestered mine the very first chance I got, which was at 0515 this morning. And -- drum roll, please -- my projected duty station is Fort Hood, TX!

On the whole, this is good news. Fort Hood is the largest Army installation in the US, so I imagine it'll be the most like living in an actual city. We already have friends stationed there, so possibilities for such things as pot luck dinners, Christmas cookie exchanges, and whatever else neighbors do are endless. We'll be a mere six hours by car from Fort Polk, my brother, my sister-in-law, and their as-of-yet-unborn first child, so it'll be too easy to make visits with them a semi-regular thing. And Kevin was really hoping for Texas more than any other state, so at least I'm not dragging my doting husband to some desolate wasteland (here's lookin' at you, Fort Leonard Wood!).

So around mid-August, c'mon down to central Texas and say howdy . . . or whatever the hell people in central Texas say. I still plan on saying, "We're from Chicago. Go fuck yourselves!" People in the south are gonna love us.