I have no idea if anyone actually reads this. I have a growing suspicion that this site exists solely for a variety of stalkers. People looking for friends that have been avoiding them for years; Ex lovers who feel queezy at the mention of your name. That sort of thing. Yet, here I am, updating this damned website for the three friends who may wonder by here at some point and think to themselves, "self, I wonder if old Drew is alive." Good news, three friends. As of the time of this writing, at least, I am alive...
So, you may ask, where am I?
Texas.
Yes, of all places, the army has sent me to Texas. San Antonio, to be precise. I'm now the newest member of the Army Airforce Hometown News Service. If you're wondering what that is, you're in good company. It seems that the vast majority of the army itself doesn't know about Hometown News, even though they are the ones who sent me here. Hometown News was even surprised to see me. No one told them I was coming. The military, despite what they'd have you believe, is not always the most organized bunch.
Still, I'm happy to be here. Here's a little insight into what we do. You know those little greetings that you see on TV around the holidays? The ones with soldiers stationed all over the world waving and saying "hi" to their families? We film those. We travel all over the world, visiting dozens of countries, filming service members so that their loved ones back home can see them for Christmas (or whatever). During the rest of the year, we cover all kinds of news and events around the states and the world. When something major happens (like the Iraq war or Tsunami from some years back), Hometown News is usually there as fast (or faster) than CNN.
So I'm very excited to be here. At the moment, however, I am not really comfortable. Through a series of botched communications, I'm stuck in temporary housing. The place I'm staying is nice, if a bit cramped, but I miss my family. My fingers remain crossed, however, that all will work itself out soon. If you're reading this, call me. I'm sure (as one of my three friends) that I'd love to talk to you.
This isn't a desperate cry of loneliness coming from deep in the heart of Texas. I swear.
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