Sudoku...JNT

Japanese number torture. It should be Sadoku, as is SADistic. Many people don't know this but sudoku is named after Japan's version of Guantanamo, a small island off of the S. coast of Japan used as a penal colony since WWII through a memorandum of understanding between the USMC and Japan. Torture, deprivation, exposure to the elements, harsh unforgiving treatment by overzealous brutal captors...all for"fun". I actually did a year there back in the 80's. We called it "the Rock" back then. The locals call it Okinawa, which I am certain means Sudoku in Japanese. I came to this realization as Rachel taught me the ins and outs of this diabolical # crossword puzzle that we do for "fun".

I hear that carcinogens are released from plastic bottles into the water they contain when they are exposed to sunlight. Our drinking water is palletized and sits in the sun non-stop from when it is made over at the H2O plant here on Victory until it is dispersed around the FOB or LSA and eventually brought into our room. At the least it is exposed for at least 2 solid weeks to the sun. I wonder if I have reason to be concerned?

We are good. We are planning our mid-tour leave and what we want to do when we return at the end of this trip. Rachel is dozing/healing...the A/C is off for generator maintenance...2 hours now every Wednesday...We had our first 24 hours together uninterrupted, so cool. Rachel is tearing through the Bible these last two weeks, before it was at a moderate pace of a chapter or two at a time, now it's by book... She is also bracketing our finances and plotting the $ future for us. Bill Gates look out.

Have I mentioned that She is NOT a morning person? I am.

Our neighbor is a burgeoning guitar maestro. Our CHU is a trailer box divided into 3 partitions by, I think high grade rice paper and paint, with 3 separate doors. We share a roof and floor and the audio from video games and action movies, unattended but faithful alarm clocks, ruminations of the best deodorant and socks, un-oiled hinge squeaks and the gentle rocking of the trailer on its gravel and sand foundation.

I have been working on some dance moves that I aim to dazzle Rachel and the tribe with at our next wedding...I give her a little hint and taste of them from time to time but I am holding back the good stuff...pizzazzle-zing...boo-wop-bop...bop..

Anyway, just wanted to catch up..do my part..Rachel's awake got to go...