We got news that we’d be leaving Iraq in the first couple weeks of October. Everyone was so excited and just wanted to leave. No one gave a shit anymore…no one. Half of the people refused to go to work and hide throughout the day or went to the pool. I got stuck making a yearbook for our unit. It took forever and then we didn’t even end up having it printed. (However, it did come out pretty awesome.) We were fortunate to leave when we did because Ramadan was starting and they usually attack the shit out of troops during that time. We mailed our stuff home that we weren’t aloud to carry or couldn’t because we had so much. Everyone said their goodbyes to people that we’d met…it was sad in a way. But home sweet home we right around the corner!