Shoving the food down as I walked over to a dusty shipping container. I thought about what I was going to change this year. Maybe I will quit smoking or, get in better shape, and I really need to start some college classes. As my mind raced my hands did what they had done so many times before. I didn’t even need look at the thirty-pound medium machine gun that I was disassembling, and wiping down on the hood of a Humvee.