It’s getting increasingly frustrating trying to have a conversation in snippets. We hadn’t spoken in almost two weeks and when he was finally able to call, we we were cut off three times after only three and a half minutes each time. We spent most of the call repeating ourselves because the reception was so bad, but J. did manage to get to talk to me and E. (who shouted "Daddy!" when the cell phone rang).
The American Infantry Unit that was stationed nearby has left, so they no longer have a chow hall (the only "luxury" they had in this remote area) and are eating MREs and the care packages they stockpiled. They don’t have Internet access anymore, either. J. says he’s fried. I can only imagine.
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