Shorn am I of two constant companions since mid-August of last year– my 9mm and my M4. I turned both in today, duly cleaned (and with a small net gain of ammo, to boot). I feel oddly under-dressed without them.
I also removed the tourniquet and IBD that had been in my sleeve pockets for six months. Again, it doesn’t feel quite right not to have them on board.
In about 24 hours or so I’ll be airborne (!) back to the States, and this whole thing will be nearly done. That is the strangest feeling of them all.
