It's been over a month now and my North American family and friends visitation tour is over. 6 Flights, 1 rental car, and almost 1000 miles driven. Some of my bigger (in stature) friends managed to nearly seperate my sternum giving me bear hugs. Relationships are intact as they were the day I left. Friends and Family all are well. It's like returning from outer-space, everybody's life has moved on and I am still feel the same. Although some have said that I have changed.
The nightmares have subsided quite a bit. I still get jumpy at loud unexpected noises, but I can get used to that. I was kind of worried that my main hobby, world war II reenacting, wold no longer hold any interest to me. I have been to three events since returning home. The "tactical" portion has lost some of its appeal. Nothing can ever compare to the real thing. Seeing friends and spending time hanging out is still the best portion of any event.
Going away on deployment really shows how much family and friends really miss you. I'd always felt very temporary about myself. The life of a Naval Officer is a transient one. It is good to be missed.