The Army has an acronym for just about everything, including a day off. Moral, Welfare, and Recreation, otherwise referred to as M.W.R., is a day to stay around the barracks, relax, watch some movies and socialize in a relaxed environment. That was where I found the members of B. SECFOR. They had completed their in-processing, had spent time out in the field, had been pulled back to their barracks because of threat of tornados, and now, took a day to relax, re-group, and ready themselves for the coming week.

As I walked across the grass in amongst the gray cinder block buildings on a humid Mississippi afternoon, I was greeted by one of the members of the B. SECFOR, "We were wondering when you would show up." It's amazing how quickly you come to respect and bond with a group like this. I was glad to finally meet up again.

I was escorted to the Company Headquarters, where M.W.R. was in full swing. Outside, on the grass, amongst his soldiers, was CPT. Caughran, with the 1st SGT. at his side. He greeted me with a handshake and we walked inside. The soldiers were relaxed, happy, and enjoying the cold beer, chips, and movies that were on going inside B SECFOR's headquarters. I was offered a beer and took time to say a quick "hello" as I walked to the back to rejoin the Captain.

"You have a great bunch of guys here, Captain." He looked at me and agreed. Then he added, "You have to love soldiers to do this job." Without saying more, it was clear that his dedication to this group of men was his life. I took a swig of my beer, and began to take my photos.

After a bit, I walked up to one of the barracks. Warm welcomes again as I moved through their quarters of double bunks, concrete floors and wall lockers. For the next 3 months this would be their home. Entering the bay I felt as though I had stepped back in time, remembering the days of Basic and the hours spent polishing the center walking lane that was reserved for the Drill Sergeants boots. B SECFOR had obviously spent time cleaning.

I found some of the men sleeping, others relaxing to music, but all taking time for themselves. It was like walking in amongst reflections of the past and thoughts of a mission yet to begin. Necessary moments for all that awaits. As I went to leave, I turned to look back, and noticed a desert camouflaged Camelback hanging on the bed post. A singular reminder of the world that we would soon join.

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Copyright, Scott Kesterson- 2006

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