It’s been a year since I’ve last written. Not because I have nothing to write about. But because multiple jobs and entities have strongly discouraged me from writing because of the nature of my work. But that may have been a mistake. I’ve been full of both positive and negative emotions with only one real place to share them — at home. And that builds up a pressure cooker in this COVID age.

So what’s been happening all this time? In July 2018, our daughter, Lenna, was born. At the time I was working as a contractor at NNSA, had just finished a Master’s in Information Systems with Johns Hopkins, and was the XO of a small Navy Reserve unit in Annapolis. I was simultaneously working on a bunch of certifications and qualifications and qualifications to boost both of my careers. Life up until Lenna was born was tough but manageable. After she was born, life was extremely stressful and I knew I needed to shed some extra work to be at home more.

Then the right opportunity came up for me to volunteer to mobilize to Afghanistan. I’d always wanted to make up for misadventures in the submarine force by working with Special Operations Forces. I got my wish, and deployed in January 2020. It’s a long story, but it was the adventure of a lifetime. The first half was “ordinary” by SOF standards, working shifts in an operations center. The second half was “extraordinary”, working with a crazy cast of characters in a highly unusual situations. I left feeling like the king of the world, with an exceedingly powerful network and knowledge and experience I never could have anticipated before the start.

I had a lot of opportunities available, but against the warning of the SOF folks in Afghanistan, I took follow-on orders at Project M at the Pentagon. I became the project lead for applying AI and Machine Learning algorithms for drone warfare. How can I summarize such an eventful year into a few sentences? First, based on warnings and early experiences with the office from Afghanistan, I felt like I was boarding a sinking ship. I knew I might not get along with some of my peers. But I never anticipated how bad my boss would be.

I took an engineering approach to the project, which was very highly unwelcome. If we were a tech startup, then 90% of the office was dedicated to business development and sales. Life at M was a wild ride for most, traveling to elite SOF unit deployed locations, other government agencies, exotic overseas locations, and top tech company headquarters. I got to do exactly none of that. I saw a capability being forced upon people (myself included) that didn’t work — or at best, was incomplete. But nothing I said could convince my peers that we needed to change the way we did business. And while my efforts got me great support with our operational users and our technical developers, bringing any criticism or challenge of the status quo earned the ire of my peers and my boss.

I could never have anticipated to what lengths my boss would flatter, threaten, or humiliate people to bend them to his will. He didn’t hesitate to bring up criminal charges against his own folks and end their careers if they said the wrong thing to the wrong person. In my case, my boss loved the way I drove people to work hard, but wanted to suppress anything that could be taken as “bad press” for himself or the office. If I brought up issues, he didn’t want to hear about them.

I witnessed a lot of clearly unethical activity in that place. Investigations happened but hardly resulted in anything. I guess I’ll leave it at that.

Given the extreme work stress, COVID, and having a two year old at home, the situation was untenable. But any hint of leaving brought serious threats. It took a lot of very careful maneuvering, and staying much longer at that job than I wanted, but I eventually left in January 2021 at the one year mark. I moved on to the Johns Hopkins University Applied Physics Lab to work at what I’ll call the J center.

Now I have a different problem. Many of my current colleagues are folks who worked at my former office. The work culture is very similar, even if people are nicer. I’m in the same position of having to constantly argue and bargain with people who I don’t think are exactly fit to make serious and consequential decisions, but do so with a lot of determination. We suffer from a serious lack of “adult” oversight, from a lack of wisdom from folks over the age of 35.

I should be happier, but I’m not. I have a great job with all the “paint” of elite networks and organizations. I’m constantly getting pestered for similar elite jobs. My Navy Reserve career is in similar standing. And we’re over the hump with COVID as I got my first vaccine shot a couple days ago. We’re all healthy and in good financial standing

But I feel like I’m a piece of gum that’s been stretched infinitely long, without any real time to recover. My responsibilities keep on increasing and escalating. I don’t have time to relax or do what I want. I don’t even know what I want. Every day I wake up early to exercise, work my butt off all day, and by the late afternoon when it’s time to pick up Lenna from day care, at the busiest height of the workday, I have to turn off everything and have dinner and family time, while I’m trying to untangle and solve bad work problems. Once Lenna is asleep, I have to return to work to read, make decisions, and give instructions. Weekends too. There is no time to recuperate. And every poor decision that escapes my grasp gives me extreme frustration that I am having more and more trouble containing.

I guess I should just care less. But can I? Is it in my blood? I don’t even know what to do with my weekends other than work. I desperately don’t want to. I want to enjoy the sun, see new sights, read books, and learn more about the outside world. But I have no time, and even if I did, I have no energy.

I’m desperate to try a number of things. I’ve taken a couple days off here and there, which caused items to drop, but did lift my spirits. I’m traveling the next two weeks for the first time in well over a year. I’m evaluating some of these other job offers, but am unlikely to take them since they don’t provide any real improvement to pay, time, or networking over my current job.

So the next best thing I can do is write. Let’s see how that helps. I guess I’ll just ignore what my workplaces are asking for, to stay away from social media (does this count?), to help protect my sanity.

Warm Regards,


COVID-19+ Speculation

The following is speculation, not backed by references citations, since I’m writing this for fun.

First, we call this thing “coronavirus”, but it’s just a type.  The common cold and influenza are coronaviruses.  The virus’ name is SARS-COV-19, actually a type of Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome (SARS) that results in the illness COVID-19.  We’ve seen a couple strains of COVID-19, so we add the + at the end.  This disease will probably become an annual occurrence with new strains every winter.

World leaders have to make difficult decisions to balance protecting the population versus saving the economy.  China and other Eastern countries are in near-total quarantine.  The US and Western countries have a hard time enforcing quarantine because our political philosophy and our populations’ stubbornness from listening to authority.

So in Asian countries you have very flattened curves and in the US, less flattened curves, the former enforce by national governments and the latter enforced by state governments and companies.  It’s fine — just two different ways of thinking.  One believes governments are effective at central planning, and the other doesn’t.

There’s a problem with heavily flattened curves.  First, as new cases and then existing cases go to zero, when people are released from quarantine, folks who have been isolated now catch the illness.  The governments have to decide whether to repeat quarantine measures.  This could repeat over and over again for over a year, by which new strains will emerge.

There are so many negative ramifications from quarantine.  Lack of social contact and home isolation lead to significantly decreased mental, physical, and emotional health.  We’re lucky that telecommunications are the way they are, that many folks can still work and earn money.  Most can’t, which is why federal governments need to give sustenance in the form of checks to individuals.  Later we’ll have to bail out businesses.

If periods of isolation last too long, economic damage will be to the point that no government can afford to bail out.  This is a severe national security problem.  Probably the defining one of our age.  If China recovers much faster than the US, it’s possible they could overtake us economically faster than anyone had ever planned.

Originally the US’ leaders didn’t take COVID-19+ seriously.  Unspoken, the annual flu has been one of the leading causes of death in the US for years, mostly affecting the elderly.  We didn’t want people to panic and hurt themselves, nor did we want the stock market to crash.  Both have happened, and we couldn’t have prevented it.  So we have to play between taking serious steps or not.

If we quarantine too hard, our economy and national security will suffer.  But not enforcing measures will suffer in some deaths.  How much are we willing to accept?  Part of the solution has to be expanding our health care systems to take on more sick patients at a time — more providers, more ventilators, more tests, and some type of therapy, cure, or vaccine.  Vaccines normally take a couple years.

One more note.  We expect stock market crashes every decade or so.  The one we have just suffered was very overdue.  It is still going to be a while before we recover, but it’s entirely likely to recover well before November elections.  Most political changovers happen as a result of market crashes when it is perceived that politicians aren’t handling the economy well.  But this crash was a result of a black swan, and most Americans are blaming China rather than US leadership.  I think this means if elections were today, Trump and Republicans would win on massive terms.

But there’s still much more to come from this pandemic.  The number of total cases doesn’t really matter as much as total deaths and whether any notable figures die.

My view — everyone has to catch and endured this virus eventually.  We need to flatten the curve slightly and get most folks back to work quickly.  Economies worldwide are getting shaken up, and this will teach folks a few things — who is valuable at their companies and organizations, how important electronic connectivity is, how ridiculous it is to force everyone to come into work every day.  Some folks are enjoying the sunshine more, while others are being forced into harder work than they’ve ever experienced due to back to back to back scheduled teleconferences.


Just some assorted thoughts.

Stay safe!



Peace Deal and Enduring CT Platform

For the first time, my former boss, MG Donahue, the CSAR, and the RTTs are all called out in the news.  I am proud of having helped set them up.

Let’s see how all this plays out.  People should be prepared for more violence against civilians, even if violence against coalition forces is reduced.  That’s just who the Taliban is.  But, can we prevent a civil war?  Can we safely exfil our forces and reduce our in-country footprint?  Can the Afghan government take the lead and negotiate with the Taliban?

All to be determined.  We want the best for the country, and we feel that the country can only get better in the long term if most of our military forces leave.  We have to be careful of following warnings from those whose personal interests depend on remaining in the country.





Happy to be home!  I won’t be writing for a while as I settle in.  I’m unpacking, spending time with friends and family, and mentally preparing myself for the next assignment.

Warm Regards,


Nobody is Cool

I am in Qatar.  My time with NSOCC-A/SOJTF-A is at an end.  While I do feel comfortable talking about most of my experiences in person, I will need to continue to be careful in my writing, which can be publicized and misconstrued.

I will be responsible for writing blogs, white papers, and articles talking about my experiences here.  This is a direct order from MG Donahue.  But I don’t have good context as to what pubs or when.  I was suggested “War on the Rocks” and eventually “Joint Forces Quarterly”.  More than likely what I write will not have my name published as an author.  Additionally, it doesn’t make sense to publish earlier than January for reasons I don’t understand.

Another very difficult decision I have to make is what I do next with my job, and further along with my career.  My job at NNSA awaits me back at home as it always has.  I have a neat fit within the organization.  I turned down all offers to extend in Afghanistan.  But pressure began in June, and reached an apex the night before I left, to continue servicing technical projects even from stateside.  I haven’t made a decision yet.  I don’t like this situation.

My farewell was excellent.  MG Donahue said very nice words about me — that changing an organization’s culture is hard, and the hardest group to change is the Field Grades (O-4s to O-6s) who are stubborn in their ways in order to get through their deployments as rapidly as possible.  But I accomplished real change at that level like very few people can.  That’s all I can remember.

People called my farewell speech “electrifying”.  I told jokes, thanked people in the room, and thanked people who redeployed before I did who had mentored me.  I shared why I volunteered for NSOCC-A in the first place — to make up for my awful active duty submarine experiences.  Those ghosts are now truly in the past.  I told everyone my final wish was to be able to return to Afghanistan with my wife and daughter in 20 years to go shopping, skiing, and sightseeing, with my daughter clueless that a war had ever taken place there.


So where did all the value of my deployment come from?  Was it the contacts?  Was it the professional experience and mentorship?  Was it the networking, the knowledge, the travel, the awards, the evals?

It was none of those things.  At least, none on their own.  The most important takeaway was that I thrived in an environment where interactions among officers (staff politics) were not dissimilar to what I dealt with in the submarine force, but it didn’t affect my emotions one little bit.

In the submarine force, I wanted so badly to be a “cool guy”.  I wanted to be on an SSGN serving with SEALs and Divers.  I wanted to be Dive-qualified and do lockouts from the submarine into the open ocean, piloting the SEAL Delivery Vehicle to our objectives.  I wanted to launch missiles, kill bad guys, and conduct operations against our near-peers and close adversaries.  I wanted to be the top officer on the best crew, loved by everyone in my life, looked upon as a hero.

All of that was about me instead of the mission.  I was selfish.  I took things personally when my experiences on that boat didn’t meet my expectations.  I had a bad time, and would have had a bad time regardless of my actions.  My fellow JOs were bad people and I refused to participate in the bad things they did, losing their “protection” as a result.  Nothing I could have done would have made that experience tolerable.

But I have learned since how not to take such bad experiences personally.  These things were not my fault.

As I approached NSOCC-A, I had creeping items in my mind to be a “cool guy” once again.  I was determined I’d go out with an SFOD-A or Ranger Platoon at some point in my time out there.  I could morph my career from being a Submariner to an Operator.  I could be someone both good at tech and good at shooting and thinking.

But I met someone in my training pipeline that had built a career out of just that.  Starting as a Surface Warfare Officer, he transitioned to the Reserves and joined a Marine Field Artillery unit, qualified as a Forward Observer and JTAC (with the ability to coordinate air strikes from the ground), and had multiple deployments getting blown up and blowing other people up.  He served with Special Activities on the NSOCC-A staff, was the XO of SEAL Team 18 as a Reservist, and the SEAL Team 6 J5 as a civilian.  A “cool guy” by all means.

But he was alone in his life.  Divorced and couldn’t keep a girlfriend.  Always put his career first.  Nice to me, but an asshole to everyone else.  Not a fit model for the life I want to lead.

And so it has gone with the majority of “cool guys” I’ve met.  Not one of them embodies the life I want to live.  Most of these cool “operators” have weird personality deficiencies that prevent them from getting along with folks outside their community.  Most have kids and are divorced, or are on the verge of divorce.

They invest everything in their careers.  Their happiness resides on the love of their bosses and teammates.  Their self esteem rides on the uncontrollable ebb and flow of staff politics.  They are far more emotionally sensitive than action movies would lead you to think, almost totally unable to take criticism, terrified of failure.  Many will likely go on to be alcoholics, drug addicts, or worse after they retire, once they leave their teams and have no families remaining to receive them.


When I first showed up at NSOCC-A, as I began to learn its mission and its task organization, I compiled a list of experiences I wanted to achieve — going on a manned ISR flight, visiting an AOB and an SFOD-A, travel to each corner of the country (Kandahar, Herat, Mazar-e-Sharif, and Nangarhar), do a convoy through Kabul, visit the embassy, and much much more.  I did almost everything on that list.  Of the things I didn’t do — for example, shoot mortars or field artillery at ISIS, or go on an AC-130J ride — I could care less at this point.  I have been a war tourist.  I have been a bit shameless.  Either I can say my cravings have been satisfied, or I’ve grown up.

Did these experiences help me professionally?  Yes.  Did they boost my “cool guy” status?  There is no “cool guy” status!  Nobody cares!  I did my job.  My work was valuable.  I’ll never be an “operator”.  I will always be a big-picture tech guy.  And you know, that is a critical enabling role that the vast majority of operators will never be able to fill.  I own my own special status that those guys will never be able to achieve.  Nor should they want to.  Nor should I try to be something I’m not.

Whatever I endeavor to do in the future, it shall never have anything to do with how “cool” the organization or its people are or might be.  That crap is for suckers.  Instead, my questions should be, what is the mission, how important is it, and how will I be able to help?

And as for making it through selection processes, climbing through top tier organizations, becoming a favorite “star child” of rising flag officers — this is all crap I could care less about.  That’s all politics and has nothing to do with my work or skill.  Favor comes and goes like the tide.  By being insensitive to favors, I can thwart the vast majority of folks trying to manipulate me for their gain.  I can be the center of attention and be totally forgotten without taking anything personally.  Because it’s not my boss’ love that matters — it’s my family’s.  I will always have something to go home to at the end of a deployment or a workday.

This is how I’ve truly grown up in this top-tier SOF environment.  Not for becoming more like them — but for becoming a far better version of myself.  I didn’t suck up and try to fit in with the crowd.  I added value to the organization by doing what I do best — creating, teaching, and enabling.  I helped create an enduring Counterterrorism platform in Afghanistan.  No one can ever alter that fact.

I will never again in my life tie my self esteem to anything but my self respect and my love from my wife and kids.  This is the best, most true lesson I can take away after all the crap I’ve gone through in my life.  I now truly understand how not to take anything personally.  It is not because of my achievements.  It is because I have been part of “the best of the best” and understand what a bunch of social losers we all are.


That’s all.  Sorry if that was a rant.  This is just a way to get my feelings down on paper.  I feel good about it all.

I’ll be in Qatar a couple more days, then mandatory psychological decompression in Germany, and then at least a couple weeks in Norfolk before returning to my home station and going on terminal leave for the holidays.


See you all soon.



MIT Review Tech Articles

MIT Review produced a bunch of excellent tech articles on war.  All of them are very highly relevant to stuff I’ve been involved in.  Except I guess the one about the penis transplant.

7 days left.  I have an identified replacement that I’m turning over with — an Air Force Acquisitions Officer.  Great news.

But I am starting to feel again what I felt back in May when I was first pulled from my job — staff politics.  Many staff members, vying for influence over the boss, are “frenemies”.  They fight proxy wars against each other by adopting junior officers as mentees and compete by how successful their mentees are.  It’s a silly game, but I’m feeling it.  Since my own mentor redeployed, I’ve gotten plenty of passive aggressive behavior from some folks who weren’t friends with my mentor.

What’s funny is that I’m not upset about it at all.  I’ll leave here soon, and while those folks will continue to grow in their careers, and I may even bump into them again, none of this behavior is even remotely close to how I was treated in the submarine force.  And it doesn’t impact my own career.  It doesn’t impact my self-esteem either.  I know I’ve done good work regardless of how I get sent off.  My pride is intact, and very strong.

I’m not working the same hours I used to.  Before it was around 17 hours a day…now it’s hard to pull more than 14 without feeling extremely tired and unmotivated.  I don’t want to start anything new.  I just want to go home.  Not because this job is bad — but because I miss my family.  I still have about three weeks before I see them again, another 2-4 weeks on top of that before truly returning home.


That’s all.  Have a good night!



Song of the Year

Eleven days remaining.  However, that’s the remaining amount of time I have before I depart Kabul and separate from NSOCC-A/SOJTF-A.  I will take a 30 minute helicopter ride to Bagram where I’ll wait for a flight to Qatar.  Because of both bad weather and the fact that half of all the mobility air in CENTCOM is being used to exfiltrate forces out of Syria, I have seen folks waiting over a week for their turn to fly out of country.

A few days back at al Udeid in Qatar for outprocessing, then gear turn-in and mandatory decompression in Germany for six days.  If all goes well, I’ll return to Norfolk the day before Thanksgiving.  Average in Norfolk is 10-14 days for medical and administrative redeployment, but folks sometimes spend over a month there taking care of their issues.  Then I check back in to NOSC Baltimore, go on terminal leave, and return to my normal life.

Well…maybe not “normal”.

Did I mention NSOCC-A/SOJTF-A got a Joint Meritorious Unit Award?  One more ribbon for the rack.

Did I mention I was nominated for a Bronze Star Medal, but was downgraded to a Defense Meritorious Service Medal?  I mean…I’ll be awarded my last day here.  Unfortunately, while the Army thinks I deserve a BSM, but administrative folks said nearly 100% of BSMs awarded to Navy personnel are revoked, the exceptions being those involved in significant amount of combat.  I wasn’t.  Our Chief of Staff said they were not willing to spend weeks or months fighting the Navy awards board to keep a BSM.  So DMSM it is.  Still, not a lot of O-3s out there with that award.

Did I mention I recently went to Mazar-e-Sharif, Nangarhar, and Herat?  Checking up on some of our Afghan partner forces out there.  I hope I helped out.


The song of the year for this deployment is Mariya Takeuchi’s “Plastic Love”:

English lyrics:

Don’t mess up the program of love
With your sudden kiss and fiery stare
I cleverly plan every hello and goodbye
Because everything comes to an end
Don’t hurry!

Ever since the day love hurt me
My days and nights have been reversed
At the flashy discotheque, dancing the night away
It’s the trick I learned
I’m sorry!

Never take loving someone like me serious
Love is just a game, I just want to have fun
I dressed up my closed heart in fancy dresses and shoes
They were my friends in loneliness

Every guy that asks me out ironically looks just like him
For some reason my memories run wild
Even if I drop my glass and suddenly cry, don’t ask me the reason why

When I fall asleep on the highway
Only the halogen lights shine mysteriously
Even if a voice whispers out that
I’m a woman cold as ice
Don’t worry!

I’m just playing games

I know that’s plastic love
Dance to the plastic beat
Another morning comes
I’m just playing games
I know that’s plastic love
Dance to the plastic beat
Another morning comes
I’m just playing games
I know that’s plastic love
Dance to the plastic beat
Another morning comes

Why have I been mesmerized by this song ever since I first heard it on accident on a YouTube playlist back in March?
I have no good ready explanation.  It’s about the emptiness associated with a party life.  Part of why this song is so striking is how cheerfully the lyrics are sung, even though the subject matter is horribly depressive.
Do I empathize with the depression?  Well…
This war in Afghanistan has been a party for so many coalition folks for such a long time.  My first four months here, every day was operations, strikes, and special reports to the commander, with the vast majority being cases those of our causing unintentional civilian casualties.  Every day…
And with each day, killing so many enemies resulted in no change in relationships between us, our allies, our partners, our rivals, and our enemies.  The killing, except when in self-defense, seemed entirely meaningless.  And yet this has been the business of the bravest and brightest in our entire country.
I was relieved and excited when I moved on to lead special projects.  These projects could either help us end the war, or tremendously benefit our relationship with our Afghan partners in case we got the word to suddenly exfil the country, as has happened with Syria.
I am proud of my work, and so the song does not ring with the same irony of cheerful, hollow meaninglessness as it did before.  Will my work make a difference in the long term?  I don’t know.  But at least we, as the command, tried.
There you go.  My song of the year, and my interpretation why it resonates.
A little more time to go.

14 Days Left

Time is still going incredibly slowly.  I just want the relief of not having to do this job anymore.  It’s fun — I just came from Kandahar, Herat, and Jalalabad — but not getting to see family all the time just feels too heavy.

When will the war end?  Who knows.  When will a drawdown from Afghanistan begin?  One prediction that I heard is 90 days before the 2020 US Presidential Election.  Still, I’m making tons of preparations for leaving good partners behind.

On an unclassified level, I can say we’re working with Afghan Partner Forces to give them a sustainable “mission command” platform:  I hope it all works out.  I’ve poured lots of time into this.

More articles: — this is really true.


Even when I leave here, I still may not return home until Christmas…



Late Night

Late night.  Couple articles.  Things are going well towards the end.  A few nice words once in a while are all I need to keep going.  Strong finish.

And…cutting off the Inderal I was taking.  It completely killed my energy and my workouts.  My hands stop shaking when I take it, but I’m better off without it.

Final Month

I haven’t written in a while because the wi-fi in Kabul is terrible.  I’ve been trying to set my room up since I returned but haven’t made much progress.

Life is nice now.  I work 16 hour days instead of 18 — those extra two hours for sleep and free time make an enormous difference.  I am free to work out almost every single day.  I no longer attend most staff meetings which means I have lots of extra time on my projects.

But I’m at a disadvantage — I’m in Kabul, separated from most of my peers.  And I mean my project peers, not my age peers.  When I want to get face-to-face time, I have to travel.  That takes time.  But it’s what I’m doing now.

I was very blue when I first returned to country.  I felt as if my projects had taken on a life of their own and were totally out of my control.  I could do little to influence them.  And being in fewer meetings meant more isolation.  I was counting down the days I had left in country every time I walked from one place to another, far sooner than I should have.

I have roughly 31 days left now.  But I feel much better, having spread my wings and traveled to other bases without asking anyone.  I’ve gotten together with other stakeholders and now the projects are back where I want them.  I know what I want to accomplish with my time left.

I’ve gotten great hookups since I’ve been here — good evaluations, good recommendations, good qualifications, and likely a very good award.  Unfortunately, I will probably have to fight with the Navy awards board to keep it.  We’ll see.  Perhaps I shouldn’t be counting too soon, but I expect to walk away from this deployment with four new medals and three new ribbons.  That’s almost doubling what I started with.  It shouldn’t matter, but it does.

Does my work matter?  Yes — deeply.  Strategically, for this nation.

How’s this nation doing after peace talks collapsed?  Well, the national elections went through.  There were no high profile attacks, but voter turnout was abysmally low due to fear and lack of voter confidence.  It is possible that there will be some violent contests after results are announced.  Low-scale civil war, perhaps, among the ethnicities that once formed the proud Northern Alliance.  What a shame.

As for the cancellation of a negotiated settlement — perhaps it was for the best.  Our primary condition was that the Taliban would promise not to harbor al Qaida anymore.  Taliban senior leadership swore oaths saying they had nothing to do with AQ for years.  Only a few days after the talks collapsed, we got the head of AQ in Afghanistan/Pakistan/India, and all the evidence post-mission proves massive, extensive ongoing collaboration between the two groups.,

Fuck you, Taliban.  Fuck you for thinking you could lie so blatantly to us and get away with it.

There’s a lot of other stuff in the news now — Syria, Turkey, Ukraine, Iran, Saudi, impeachment — I think Afghanistan will fade far into the noise.  We’re talking about all those events over here, but we’ve got a job to do.  Keep on securing the country.  Keep on getting the country to secure itself.  It’s not easy and may last a long time, until we’re ordered to pull out.  It was a campaign promise after all, and may happen sudden, with several changes along the way.

I can’t wait to go home — but I will sprint to the finish, accomplishing all I can to better the country’s security situation.  And I’m not going to be humble about it — what I’m doing is really helping out.  I hope it lasts after I leave…


Stay safe.