Assignments

The assignment process for the Army remains a mystery to me, and I am going to go out on a limb and say that is the case for most of us associated with the military.

Many of our assignment stories would be hard to share, because they just don't make sense -- and if they don't make sense to us, how would they make sense to those of you who are dear to us who don't live ARMY day in and day out?

Djibouti came about in a very convoluted way. The bizarre part of this assignment, to most people, would be knowing that we gave up an assignment in Vicenza, Italy to move to Djibouti. If you refer to my previous post on moving, you will see and most likely agree, that Vicenza is a GREAT assignment compared to some of the places we have been or could go...

There were a lot of factors involved in our choice, but I say with great humor, a smirk, a snort (yep - I am a snorting type of girl) and a chuckle, that we are excited about Djibouti and are not regretful that we aren't going to Vicenza.

As I sit here and go over the constantly running "to-do" list in my mind in preparation for the move, know that I will complain & whine and bemoan the process - but I want to chronicle it, because I didn't do a very good job of sharing our Ethiopian experience.

More to come..