Luck

My last post was a bit sucky, negative, and glass half empty.  I thought about deleting it, but as my dear friend Thormoo has observed, it does represent what I was feeling at the time, so I am leaving it alone.


Better mood today.


I was thinking this morning about a lot of things.  Specifically, for some reason, Sebastian's potential 5th business trip to the sand, and his CO's comment that "your luck has to run out sometime".


It does, and it doesn't, really.  I mean yes, eventually we all die, but I wouldn't necessarily call that one's luck running out. 


 Statistically, I don't believe anyone is more likely to come to harm on their 5th deployment to a certain region than on their first.  I don't care to research the statistics, but I would think if anything your training, instincts, experience and  maturity, all of which contribute to "luck", would have increased.


Even if he doesn't go back to the sand, there will always be another place that needs the help of brave men and women like S.  Afghanistan was not his first deployment, and it will likely not be the last.  There are other places all over the world where people are in danger.  Even on Canadian soil, any of us could fall to tragedy without warning.  


I know I am not going to have this mind set every day; part of writing this down is so I can come back and remind myself.  Something to re-read when I am having a not so rational day.