Thursday was my birthday. Out here, it was just like every other day before and after it, except that now I was 27 instead of 26. I celebrated by buying a bunch of pizzas for everyone to eat, and a six-pack of "near-beer," as they call it out here. Since we can't drink any alcohol out here, they sell the non-alcoholic kind.
Friday was Halloween, and another milestone: exactly one year since my last flight in an F-16. I looked back on what I had done in the last year since then, and suffice to say, was disappointed.
That evening we went to a haunted house that they put together on base. It was pretty good, as far as haunted houses go.
The rest of the "weekend" was business as usual in the squadron.
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