I got a package in the mail today from my wife! She's so awesome. She sent me a present full of presents. I didn't get a chance to take pictures of everything, but here's a basic rundown of what happened. I spent a long night sitting in the ASV waiting to blow someone's head off. Upon never getting the chance, I got off shift and headed to my sleeping area. Lo and behold, I had a big brown box with MY name on it. "What's this?" I say aloud and begin opening the box. Once I found out it was my Father's Day box, I promptly stopped rummaging through it and took a picture, re-enacting my initial response. 
I tore up neatly-wrapped blue packages unceremoniously. One of the first things was this SWEET shirt of my son as a gamer! YES! 
YES! That's my little man playing a video game! He's a freaking prodigy! The next thing I notice is a baby sleeper that shows how big Elijah is getting. Check it out. 
Ooooh, that's a big baby, I thought to myself. He's getting to be as big as his Daddy...or is he? Well, I'll settle this right now, I thought. 
Guess not, suckah! After trying it on, I realized he's still got some growing to do. There were a few more things in there like a card from my wife and even a card from my son! Nothing I took a picture of, though, until....what the holy monkey crap is this? A tie! Naturally, I put it on. 
How suave! Then I realized something...what the crap is a tie doing in my package?! 
Note my confusion. Moving right along, I find an ancient and sacred Beene tradition in opening presents. The bow-on-the-head tradition. Good thinking, Amy! 
How happy I was. Second to last were some covers and a pillow case from home! Check out how smooth my place looks. (She also sent some chewy chips ahoy and peanut butter M&Ms, which are pictured here) 
Now a picture of my area from the outside:
 And a picture of the pictures Amy sent. I have them proudly displayed above my wall-locker fortress. 
Here's a picture to prove that no one is as cool as me in my section of the warehouse. Where are all of your pictures, you unloved scumbags?! Guess you don't have any. Bangarang, Peter! 
There is a tragic end to this happy tail, though. I was on my way to call my wife when I was notified that we had a ceremony we had to go to. "What the P?" I thought to myself. I wasn't able to call Amy and tell her thank you for all the stuff! I went to the ceremony and came back, but guess what? It was our combat patch ceremony, so I'm a certified combat veteran now. Check out the patch, suckas! 
BLAM! Alright, I'm out of here. I've got some stuff I still need to do, unfortunately. I miss everyone back home, and I can't wait to get back. I'll try to post a few more things when I get a chance. Later! | 
