My Snafu is Fubar
We're going through all kinds of tremendously exciting briefings, such as "Law of land combat", "Reservist Rights", and "Code of Conduct." No word yet on how to deal with being stuck around hundreds of smelly, oversexed 20 somethings in a country that you can't take porn to. While I can think of an option or two off the top of my head, none will be appealing until a few months into the deployment, when such thoughts begin to truly ripen.
I'll continue to keep everyone updated as I get word passed to me. Still no address, Alas, but soon.
(Todd A: Word, amigo. Glad someone got ahold of you, I either lost your email or never had it.)