Have you ever woken up and thought you were someplace completely different?  For the past several nights, when I'm in my feverish sick state or not, I've been having great dreams about being home, some while i'm home on leave and some when I'm home for good.  Now I have these great dreams and they're so vivid, from playing with the dogs and petting the cats, to playing poker with the crew again and laughing until we cry.  Then I hear a rumble in the distance and I think, is there a storm coming?

I wake up....

Its the apaches and other various flying contraptions curtousy of the U.S. Army.  They like to fly over us in the morning, to make sure things are good to go before big wigs leave.  I've learned that it's a comforting sound to hear the choppers in the air, just like right after a rocket attack, they fly and scout out runners.  But it is still oddly disturbing to wake up thinking you're at home safe and sound, and wake up in Afghanistan.