The Army is a small, small world.
One of the guys in my inprocessing class, it turns out, is a former comrade from my days at Ft. Polk, back in 1992.
(Jeez, I feel old…)
Guy named Savage… I don’t know if any of you remember my story about the dude whose computer was stolen, and how our company clerk took revenge on the thief by “disappearing” his immunization records?
Well, Savage was the guy whose computer was stolen.
Fortunately, he’s one of the ones I was on good terms with while I served in Charlie Company, and best-of-all?
1. He’s being posted at Camp Casey (which adjoins Camp Hovey, where I’ll be stationed), and…
2. He’s married to a Korean national, and has been living over here, working as a Dept. of the Army civilian contractor, for the past 15 years. Speaks fluent Korean, knows his way around, knows all the good places to see/go/eat/etc., knows all the etiquette faux-pas to avoid… probably the BEST possible contact I could’ve made, here.

Some days, you hit the jackpot, y’know?
This almost makes up for the issue of my missing luggage.
Almost.