Back Home

Well, I'm back home now. Driving back from the factory to Mashhad for 2 hours, doing 120 Km/hour. Tired but feeling safe and home!

Am gonna fly to Tehran on tomorrow morning, having this meeting with our Finnish supplier, making up the old patches, trying to improve the situation, taking them some checks and money.

While I was driving back home, I was feeling I'm nothing but a "Soldier". Running, Sweating, Fighting, Shooting, Getting shot, Putting bandage on the wounds, Licking the wounds, Grabbing the gun again and Shooting the problems and enemies again, in the head, in the chest, once again and some more. This is my "Job". A Soldier's.

I do love my job. I'm not talking about money, or position or that kind of stuff. I mean the Job. It helps me feel alive. And I do love my gun, I do love my bullets, and I do love "fighting for" something, being in the game ...

You can feel the nights better when you have spent a bloody day in the battle field.
Gonna go and grab a cup of tea with my sweetheart. :-)

Laters!