acceptible losses

I lose something on every deployment.

In Baton Rouge I lost my favorite shirt, a yellow button-down I miss often.

Here in Texas I've already lost my indeitorrents t-shirt. Though not sure in which hotel's closet I left it, in my mind's eye I can see it, sitting there.

There's something to this notion of leaving things behind as I travel about. It's usually weeks or months until I realize what I've abandoned. I wonder what happens to this property, these things. While once mine, they are no longer, not anymore something I identify with, not anymore something I value. Most often it's clothing. Is it donated to goodwill? Does the housekeeper take it home? Are these things that I once thought a part of me, or at least something that identified me, are they now items that someone else uses to identify themselves? Or maybe they are just keeping someone warm, clothed.

But I sure would like them back.