Qatar vs. Afghanistan

Every day lately has been longer than the one before it. It's gotten to the point I've started questioning whether I ever will really get out of here. I remember during my first deployment that life felt pretty horrid for me. But compared to this one, the first could almost be considered a cake walk. Or maybe that's just rosy retrospection.
The base I went to for the first one had a much better coffee shop, that was for sure. I only get coffee once a week here, and sometimes I skip that one. In Qatar, getting coffee was something I looked forward to. Here, it's just something I do to pass the time. Something to break the monotony of the days here.
I felt trapped there, as I do here, but there I had a light at the end of the tunnel. Back then, I had things to look forward to going back to. Not so much now. I mean, there's the thought of my bed and cooking my own food that seems nice, but that just doesn't seem like much. A lot of what I was originally looking forward to is no longer there and it gives me this feeling of "what's the point?".
I know there must be a point, I just can't see it. I don't know how those Army guys stand being over here for a year-plus. I've only been here for three and a half months and I question my every thought and consequently my sanity. Granted, a lot of the Army guys seem pretty well brain washed, so I'm sure that must help. But some of them seem normal and adjusted to things over here. It seems almost super-human to me.
And speaking of being here three and a half months, it's taken me that long to find out I have blogger access down here. This whole time I could've been on here passing some of the time, but instead I've been twiddling my thubs. Oh well.