Ha, my decompression training was 4 or 5 days in Kuwait, CB'd to the base. We got to wear PT gear, and wander around to the US MWR tents and PX. A 15 min Psych interview, and an everending journey to KFC, McDonalds, Pizza Hut, or this donut place. I did go a massage by this Philippino sheila, but no happy ending, and I aint lying, but it did relax my weary bones.
A bazaar was held so went to that, the rest was boring as hell, and as much as I was happy to out of Murder City, the time in Kuwait was boreing as hell.
I did not go DFAC mode once. Not even for the ice cream.
I also enjoyed the USO tent, as it was the best place to hang out.
Then flew out, and home. Met by the new CO and RSM, very low key, like a bunch of skinheads being discreetly welcomed by a few low-pro army people. In less than 60 mins, I was home, and in less than a week I was dumped.
Welcome home Wes! What a crock of shyte! The real battle does not start til you open the front door of your so called 'home'. It was truly an anti-climax coming home.
Cheers,
Wes