Ok, so a couple of ya’ll know but I decided to write this blog about a couple of the nuances of living on a military base; overseas no less. I figured that I would try and lighten the mood somewhat, and not be so heavy because this really ain’t that bad! Anyhow, as most of ya’ll are aware I’m living in a tent with anywhere from 40-60 other doods! So just for the laid person, that’s about 200-300 other smells that aren’t my own!! I mean imagine going hiking all day with 50lbs of gear on your back, meanwhile there is no cover and it’s a balmy 90 degrees most days!! Oh, and you only do wash about once a week! So you can imagine what some of these guys smell like after a long patrol! That’s not to say that no one showers, cause everyone does…it’s just there are some odors you can’t help or get rid of….especially in your pack! So you have the bodily smells, and then it’s time to go to sleep! Some of you know that I’ve been known to saw a couple of logs and even frame up a house as I sleep, but this is nothing compared to the noises that permeate throughout the tent at night beginning around 9pm or so. The best description I can provide is the 3 stooge’s episode where they’re all snoring, each in their own little way. If you haven’t seen this episode, I would recommend looking it up on you tube! The big top (tent) is quite a thing to experience! You not only have many civilian contractors, but young servicemen and a sprinkling of older servicemen who appear to be reservists? It makes for some interesting nights, but it is home and for some odd reason I’ve grown accustomed to it! All I’m wondering is when I get out of here, and get my own house if I’m gonna have to put revelry on continuous play when I go to bed at night?!?! I guess that only time will tell!
That’s pretty much the atmosphere of the tent, but that ain’t all…we’re merely scratching the surface….unfortunately! Almost directly across the street from my tent is what is called the MWR (Morale Wellness, and Recreation) or the gym! The MWR, affectionately known as the clamshell (because of its similar shape) has a theme night every night of the week. I especially enjoy hip hop night, or as I like to call it….”wake up every 15 minutes night because my head is bouncing from the base shaking the tent!” In case ya’ll couldn’t tell, there was an aire of sarcasm to that! But seriously, the clamshell has a karaoke night, a country night, a salsa night, you name it…chances are they have it! I must say that it is pretty cool to see that the Army thought enough to put something like this together for the troops! Pretty cool if you ask me! Well, other than the fact that I haven’t had an uninterrupted night of sleep in over 2 weeks! I guess this would be something like my preparation for the day if I ever have kids??
Enough about the tent, on to what I consider to be a unique thing to living overseas on a military base….the bathrooms! Some of you may know, but Bagram used to be an old Soviet base way back when until it was taken over as a NATO base that is mostly run by the Air Force. The bathrooms were built back in what I assume was the early 2000s/ late 1990s, in that their relatively new but with all the moisture and climate, it makes for a quick withering away of the facilities! The bathroom is usually located in the bottom of a connex box (think of a container compartment on a ship), with another connex box stacked on top it for the shower room. Generally, there are about 3 urinals, with 4 toilets in the bathroom and about 6 showers on the 2nd floor. Pretty normal if you ask me until you have to make a #2. To look at these toilets initially you would think that you have to straddle the toilet because of where the water drains. In the states, the drainage is at the back of the bowl closest to the mechanics of the toilet. Oh and there is water in the toilet in the states…..NOT HERE! Once you get over the straddle, you wonder how things will make its way down the bowl??? Well, my friends this is where the “toboggan” comes into. Before you “sit” you make what’s called a TP Toboggan. This involves laying down some TP in the bowl so as to make for a smooth transition to the sewage tank! I gotta say that it is a fine innovation of foreign ingenuity, but at the same time….why didn’t they just put the F’N drainage at the back of the bowl??? I just don’t get it! If all this weren’t enough, about 20 gallons of water rush down from the tank to expedite the whole process! I mean really, it’s quite an ordeal for the first time! Oh and to top it off, all the stalls are made private by shower curtains, so if you’re lucky someone will come into the bathroom which will inevitably cause a breeze, throwing the shower curtain out about 2 feet and thus revealing you and all your glory during “private time”! Kinda makes ya wanna come for a weekend excursion, don’t it? This may have been too graphic for some, but most that know me, know that I’m not one for skipping any of the details…haha!! I couldn’t pass this story up….no way!
Before I go, I would like to just say that the project is going through a restructuring of how Fluor would like to run the project. That being said, I’ve been told that I’ll be leaving for another base on Wednesday, which is in the south at Tombstone (a.k.a. Camp Leatherneck). I’ll be sure and let everyone know that I’ve made it safely and things are good, once I get there.
Take care and Talk soon!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
That’s Mr. Afghanny!!
Well, I’ve been here 5 days now, and I’m settling right in! I said that I would be updating every Sunday, but with the Traveling entry, I felt the need to hold on a bit and post as much as I could about my living conditions/ eating habits/ daily life. Before I do that I would like to address one issue…Mortars or Rounds as we here call them.
Saturday night I went to bed without much of a clue about what would transpire that in the next 8 hrs. About midnight we got a call over the loud voice that there would be a fallen comrade ceremony which generally takes place in a certain location on base. The ceremony was to be held about 1:30 am. In these ceremonies, all personnel on base are asked to show their respects and hold at attention as the convoy passes by carrying the fallen soldier on their way to transport. Not knowing how this affected me, especially at 1:30am on a Sunday morning, I thought it best to get up and show how grateful I am that these men and women put their lives on the line for us civilians. About 1:50am or so, right as the convoy was about to pass, a large boom echoed throughout the base in a certain direction, about ¼ mile away. Usually, there is an announcement that there is a “live” area, but none was made before this sound. Me and my coworker looked at each other and then at all the soldiers as if to seek their reassurance that this was “normal”…it wasn’t too long before another loud boom came, this time followed by the commands of “GO TO THE BUNKERS!!” Well, me and my coworker darted to the nearest bunker and since we didn’t know where that was, we followed the troops. It was literally mass chaos! We made our way to the bunker in about 5 minutes time and waited patiently amongst many announcements to see what our next move would be. After about 30 minutes ( now 2:30am) we came out of the bunker and stood around for a bit waiting to hear anything further. Fifteen minutes passed and we decided to call it a night and walk back to our tent where we went to bed about 3am. A lot of excitement and adrenaline for our 3rd day on base, and I must say a much needed reality check to further make us understand exactly where we were and how aware we need to be! Now that I’ve cleared the air about what happened, let me say that we are coming into the summer time here in Afghanistan and this is the “busy” season for the terrorists or those farmers that get hopped up enough on poppys to shoot off a mortar or something homemade resembling one. Generally, anywhere from 2 to 4 mortars will hit, probably occurring every week or two. This past case was rare, here, at Bagram as injuries, let alone, casualties don’t happen. In fact, mortars are rare to make it in the base at all. This marks the 3rd time or so that a mortar has landed in the base within the past 18 months!! So everyone, RELAX, as an extra precaution patrols have now begun to take place around the clock so that no further incidences occur! Ok…I think I’m good on this topic, so to my new daily life….
As I said, I arrived here at Bagram last Thursday morning about 8:30am. Our HR rep picked us up and we headed straight for what would be our temporary but not so temporary accommodations…and I use that term very loosely! We pulled up to a tent that houses roughly 80 cots. We made our way in and parked our luggage by a cot that seemed to be most suitable. We headed off to yet another couple of tents where our office is housed! So I guess that the joke does hold true…”I’m two tense!” I’ll leave it up to ya’ll to decide if I’m a wigwam or a teepee or maybe something cool that I’ve never even heard about!!
My daily routine usually consists of waking up around 6am or so (by this time the sun has been up 2hrs…it rises at 4-4:30am). I make my way down the rocky slope to a shower room that has 8 showers and 4 sinks to take a shower and get ready. After putting clothes on, I walk about 15 minutes to the office and drop my bag off and head to the DFAC ( that’s Dining FACility for the laid person). Many of you have asked and I’ll say there is a large selection available for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I’ve been eating really healthy, getting both my veggies and fruit at every sitting. As a matter of fact, this morning I had an egg white omelette with some veggies and fruit! I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the food as I thought that it would mainly consist of pasta and meat….anything to keep the soldiers energy levels up for their patrols! Aside from the meals, my days are currently 12 hr shifts of work. Right now we putting together an MS Access database to show us 3 to 4 different types direction from the client which will be able to cross reference each other and give us all the data we need….I know boring, but it has to be done. I’m assuming that one of the biggest undertakings to follow will be managing the changes that occur along the way and documenting them. On this project the saying is, “if you didn’t document it, it didn’t happen!” Apparently, the gov’t is known for paying for the services rendered and conducting an audit 3 years later, only to take back millions of dollars where there wasn’t proof of a valid change!
I’m posting pictures to show the various items I’ve discussed, some of my tent, some of my work tent, and some of the base. Like I said in my previous post, this area is some of the most beautiful landscape I’ve ever seen. Mountains that surround more than 80% of the horizon, and most of those are snow covered! The temperature continues to be mid to high 80s, with about 30 to 40% humidity. We sit at about 4k ft above sea level and so with that the sun is on you in no time and can feel hotter than it is! I compare the climate and landscape to northeastern Nevada, or even the foothills of Scottsdale with the patches of green you can see in the distance at the base of the mountains. Time is already beginning to fly by and I’m beginning to find myself right at home as I make friends at work (we laugh all day) and I take up my free time by reading, or going to the MWR (Morale Wellness and Recreation center…gym). As you can imagine, working 84 hrs per week doesn’t lend itself for a lot of free time so I would say that currently my other hobby is falling asleep with a book in my hand! As least now I have gotten over my jet lag and am not feeling those afftects too much now!!
Anyhow, I hope that everyone is doing well, and I’ll talk to ya in 6 days (that’s next Sunday this time)!
Saturday night I went to bed without much of a clue about what would transpire that in the next 8 hrs. About midnight we got a call over the loud voice that there would be a fallen comrade ceremony which generally takes place in a certain location on base. The ceremony was to be held about 1:30 am. In these ceremonies, all personnel on base are asked to show their respects and hold at attention as the convoy passes by carrying the fallen soldier on their way to transport. Not knowing how this affected me, especially at 1:30am on a Sunday morning, I thought it best to get up and show how grateful I am that these men and women put their lives on the line for us civilians. About 1:50am or so, right as the convoy was about to pass, a large boom echoed throughout the base in a certain direction, about ¼ mile away. Usually, there is an announcement that there is a “live” area, but none was made before this sound. Me and my coworker looked at each other and then at all the soldiers as if to seek their reassurance that this was “normal”…it wasn’t too long before another loud boom came, this time followed by the commands of “GO TO THE BUNKERS!!” Well, me and my coworker darted to the nearest bunker and since we didn’t know where that was, we followed the troops. It was literally mass chaos! We made our way to the bunker in about 5 minutes time and waited patiently amongst many announcements to see what our next move would be. After about 30 minutes ( now 2:30am) we came out of the bunker and stood around for a bit waiting to hear anything further. Fifteen minutes passed and we decided to call it a night and walk back to our tent where we went to bed about 3am. A lot of excitement and adrenaline for our 3rd day on base, and I must say a much needed reality check to further make us understand exactly where we were and how aware we need to be! Now that I’ve cleared the air about what happened, let me say that we are coming into the summer time here in Afghanistan and this is the “busy” season for the terrorists or those farmers that get hopped up enough on poppys to shoot off a mortar or something homemade resembling one. Generally, anywhere from 2 to 4 mortars will hit, probably occurring every week or two. This past case was rare, here, at Bagram as injuries, let alone, casualties don’t happen. In fact, mortars are rare to make it in the base at all. This marks the 3rd time or so that a mortar has landed in the base within the past 18 months!! So everyone, RELAX, as an extra precaution patrols have now begun to take place around the clock so that no further incidences occur! Ok…I think I’m good on this topic, so to my new daily life….
As I said, I arrived here at Bagram last Thursday morning about 8:30am. Our HR rep picked us up and we headed straight for what would be our temporary but not so temporary accommodations…and I use that term very loosely! We pulled up to a tent that houses roughly 80 cots. We made our way in and parked our luggage by a cot that seemed to be most suitable. We headed off to yet another couple of tents where our office is housed! So I guess that the joke does hold true…”I’m two tense!” I’ll leave it up to ya’ll to decide if I’m a wigwam or a teepee or maybe something cool that I’ve never even heard about!!
My daily routine usually consists of waking up around 6am or so (by this time the sun has been up 2hrs…it rises at 4-4:30am). I make my way down the rocky slope to a shower room that has 8 showers and 4 sinks to take a shower and get ready. After putting clothes on, I walk about 15 minutes to the office and drop my bag off and head to the DFAC ( that’s Dining FACility for the laid person). Many of you have asked and I’ll say there is a large selection available for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I’ve been eating really healthy, getting both my veggies and fruit at every sitting. As a matter of fact, this morning I had an egg white omelette with some veggies and fruit! I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the food as I thought that it would mainly consist of pasta and meat….anything to keep the soldiers energy levels up for their patrols! Aside from the meals, my days are currently 12 hr shifts of work. Right now we putting together an MS Access database to show us 3 to 4 different types direction from the client which will be able to cross reference each other and give us all the data we need….I know boring, but it has to be done. I’m assuming that one of the biggest undertakings to follow will be managing the changes that occur along the way and documenting them. On this project the saying is, “if you didn’t document it, it didn’t happen!” Apparently, the gov’t is known for paying for the services rendered and conducting an audit 3 years later, only to take back millions of dollars where there wasn’t proof of a valid change!
I’m posting pictures to show the various items I’ve discussed, some of my tent, some of my work tent, and some of the base. Like I said in my previous post, this area is some of the most beautiful landscape I’ve ever seen. Mountains that surround more than 80% of the horizon, and most of those are snow covered! The temperature continues to be mid to high 80s, with about 30 to 40% humidity. We sit at about 4k ft above sea level and so with that the sun is on you in no time and can feel hotter than it is! I compare the climate and landscape to northeastern Nevada, or even the foothills of Scottsdale with the patches of green you can see in the distance at the base of the mountains. Time is already beginning to fly by and I’m beginning to find myself right at home as I make friends at work (we laugh all day) and I take up my free time by reading, or going to the MWR (Morale Wellness and Recreation center…gym). As you can imagine, working 84 hrs per week doesn’t lend itself for a lot of free time so I would say that currently my other hobby is falling asleep with a book in my hand! As least now I have gotten over my jet lag and am not feeling those afftects too much now!!
Anyhow, I hope that everyone is doing well, and I’ll talk to ya in 6 days (that’s next Sunday this time)!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Traveling....
Well, on Monday I began my travels across the globe with a connecting flight to Washington Dulles. There me and my coworker had a 6 hour layover where we spent most of the time in the red carpet lounge calling and texting people to keep them up to date about our status. I remember walking up to the gate in DC thinking that this is the beginning of a whole new chapter of my life and one that I won’t ever forget! I finally got to the point of excitement and let all the anxiety subside..probably helped out by the 4 or 5 crown and gingers!? All was well in business class as I stretched out straining to tap the seat in front of me which was just undoable…can you believe that?? Anyhow, we took off and about 5 minutes into the 13 hr flight, we hit some turbulence and dropped us about 300ft in a split second….ugh, if there was ever a time for depends or at least a baby wipe….can somebody say SHART??? The remainder of the flight went off without a hitch as we landed in Kuwait the next day at 4:30pm Kuwaiti time, about 30 minutes early! We stepped off the plane where we as Americans were stared at as if we were the INFIDEL!! I’ve never been looked at like that before and it made me uneasy to say the least! We got our Visas and made our way to the Hotel.
When we got to the hotel, I must say that it felt like a compound tucked away in this middle eastern city, probably because of the police parked out front, complete with a mirror that when around the truck to check for bombs! We checked in and I was given probably the best glass of freshly squeezed orange juice ever!! I made my way up to the room and was greeted by a room that was fit full of luxury for my last night of an actual bed? I must say that there is something to be said about the hospitality of this hotel, even though it was a Hilton! That night I experienced my first sand storm as I walked back from dinner.It is similar to a fine powder, with a touch of grit…too bad cause that could have been some great baby powder, haha...
Anyhow, the next day (Wednesday now), we loaded up at 2:45pm and headed to the base where we would take a C17 cargo plane to Bagram. This is probably the most nervous I had been for quite sometime, and it showed. We got to the base and got checked in by about 4:30…then we waited, and waited, and waited. The passenger waiting area was quite something with the AFN (Armed Forces Network) playing non stop live sports…pretty cool!! I sat down having walked around in the 110 plus heat, and immediately stuck to the seat which was made of a fine pleather!! Man, I think that I left about 10lbs of water weight in that seat as I sat there for about 5 hrs, feeling the heat build in the pleather! Geesh! I was a bit embarrassed every time I got up, thinking that everyone would see the gigantic amount of sweat I had built up! Oh well, that’s the way it goes.
We ended up leaving for our flight at about 1:30 in morning, some 9 hrs later and didn’t actually leave the base, wheels up, until 3am…I am very humbled to be scared the way I am and here are these young men and women going off to fight for their country while I sit around and track numbers.. In the bus on the way to the plane you could hear a pin drop, even for the time that we waited in the bus once we got to the plane. There was so much tension and anxiety that I, too, felt like I was defending my country? In this whole process of walking to the C17 and walking on board in the wide mouth of the back of the plane, I felt soo many things! All those emotions faded; however, as I sat there looking around at all those kids, a sort of calm came over me…for some reason I was soo at ease! I stared up at the carcass of the plane and listened to the props run full steam ahead and we lifted off! This flight was actually more calm than the commercial flight from a day earlier…..a welcome change! We landed some 4.5 hrs later in Bagram and walking out of that plane was so surreal. It was almost as if we flew to Nevada’s north eastern tip and got dropped off! I can’t tell you how pretty it is here and the weather on Thursday was in the high 80s and just beautiful with the mountainous backdrop that surrounds about 80% of the base…pictures to follow! I’ve finally made it to what will be my home for the next year….
Hope all is well!!
When we got to the hotel, I must say that it felt like a compound tucked away in this middle eastern city, probably because of the police parked out front, complete with a mirror that when around the truck to check for bombs! We checked in and I was given probably the best glass of freshly squeezed orange juice ever!! I made my way up to the room and was greeted by a room that was fit full of luxury for my last night of an actual bed? I must say that there is something to be said about the hospitality of this hotel, even though it was a Hilton! That night I experienced my first sand storm as I walked back from dinner.It is similar to a fine powder, with a touch of grit…too bad cause that could have been some great baby powder, haha...
Anyhow, the next day (Wednesday now), we loaded up at 2:45pm and headed to the base where we would take a C17 cargo plane to Bagram. This is probably the most nervous I had been for quite sometime, and it showed. We got to the base and got checked in by about 4:30…then we waited, and waited, and waited. The passenger waiting area was quite something with the AFN (Armed Forces Network) playing non stop live sports…pretty cool!! I sat down having walked around in the 110 plus heat, and immediately stuck to the seat which was made of a fine pleather!! Man, I think that I left about 10lbs of water weight in that seat as I sat there for about 5 hrs, feeling the heat build in the pleather! Geesh! I was a bit embarrassed every time I got up, thinking that everyone would see the gigantic amount of sweat I had built up! Oh well, that’s the way it goes.
We ended up leaving for our flight at about 1:30 in morning, some 9 hrs later and didn’t actually leave the base, wheels up, until 3am…I am very humbled to be scared the way I am and here are these young men and women going off to fight for their country while I sit around and track numbers.. In the bus on the way to the plane you could hear a pin drop, even for the time that we waited in the bus once we got to the plane. There was so much tension and anxiety that I, too, felt like I was defending my country? In this whole process of walking to the C17 and walking on board in the wide mouth of the back of the plane, I felt soo many things! All those emotions faded; however, as I sat there looking around at all those kids, a sort of calm came over me…for some reason I was soo at ease! I stared up at the carcass of the plane and listened to the props run full steam ahead and we lifted off! This flight was actually more calm than the commercial flight from a day earlier…..a welcome change! We landed some 4.5 hrs later in Bagram and walking out of that plane was so surreal. It was almost as if we flew to Nevada’s north eastern tip and got dropped off! I can’t tell you how pretty it is here and the weather on Thursday was in the high 80s and just beautiful with the mountainous backdrop that surrounds about 80% of the base…pictures to follow! I’ve finally made it to what will be my home for the next year….
Hope all is well!!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Last Night in Luxury
Here we are being less than 24 hours from leaving on a global journey for the next year, and I find myself being totally nostalgic. Some of my most favorite people showed up to help send me off! You know how great of people you surround yourself with, but you never really understand to what degree until a situation arises like Afghanistan. It warmed my heart to see all my boys this weekend to celebrate this journey! I think for one of the first times in my life I was left speechless! Most of ya'll know how I like to have something meaningful to say at times like these! Not only was I excited to see all of them, but I was pumped to see how that group has grown since college and high school with the addition of their better halves and such. We have truly developed into a family that will do what it takes to be there for one another should a time arise! Thanks to all of you for being there and making that night and this weekend something to never forget, and yet somehow forget bits and parts at the same time!
Also, I got a chance to spend time with my family. In the past things have been a bit distant; however, it seems that the more we hang out, the more we get each other and mesh into the family that we haven't been for quite sometime. I guess that goes with being around each other. I'm starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel where we will become that family that I've always longed for...one that can laugh and cut up, and make fun of one another! I love you all and it won't be long before I see you again!
As most of you know I'm a pretty emotional guy, and I've been known to leave my emotions on my sleeve. I'd like to assure everyone that while the first couple of weeks may be a bit sappy and down right depressing, keep following along it will get better and I'm sure that I'll have some things to say about local folks and their attire. I've always felt that by writing you enable yourself to get through emotions that you may have otherwise not realized were there, and gain perspective on what it is you're going through. I'm excited for this opportunity to write this blog because everyone will get to provide input on what would normally be something I would have to go through alone!
I've been struggling with this whole thing and stressing about what each new day will bring, not to mention the conditions that I will encounter. I guess that I just need to focus on the positives that lie ahead! In light of all these emotions, I'm reminded of one of my favorite quotes from my favorite movie, The Shawshank Redemption
"I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope."
-Obviously not an exact taylor made quote, but one that in my eyes is very relavent to my situation?!
I hope that everyone is doing well, and I'll be updating my blog every Sunday so keep up the following!!
For those that would like to know my APO address is:
Brandt Cook
Fluor
Bagram Air Field
APO, AE 09354
Talk soon!
Also, I got a chance to spend time with my family. In the past things have been a bit distant; however, it seems that the more we hang out, the more we get each other and mesh into the family that we haven't been for quite sometime. I guess that goes with being around each other. I'm starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel where we will become that family that I've always longed for...one that can laugh and cut up, and make fun of one another! I love you all and it won't be long before I see you again!
As most of you know I'm a pretty emotional guy, and I've been known to leave my emotions on my sleeve. I'd like to assure everyone that while the first couple of weeks may be a bit sappy and down right depressing, keep following along it will get better and I'm sure that I'll have some things to say about local folks and their attire. I've always felt that by writing you enable yourself to get through emotions that you may have otherwise not realized were there, and gain perspective on what it is you're going through. I'm excited for this opportunity to write this blog because everyone will get to provide input on what would normally be something I would have to go through alone!
I've been struggling with this whole thing and stressing about what each new day will bring, not to mention the conditions that I will encounter. I guess that I just need to focus on the positives that lie ahead! In light of all these emotions, I'm reminded of one of my favorite quotes from my favorite movie, The Shawshank Redemption
"I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope."
-Obviously not an exact taylor made quote, but one that in my eyes is very relavent to my situation?!
I hope that everyone is doing well, and I'll be updating my blog every Sunday so keep up the following!!
For those that would like to know my APO address is:
Brandt Cook
Fluor
Bagram Air Field
APO, AE 09354
Talk soon!
Monday, June 8, 2009
Well it appears as though, this journey keeps changing and today was no different. I received word that I'll be going to Bagram Air Base north of my original plan of Kandahar. Bagram is located about an hour south of Kabul. The intent is to set up our operations in Bagram next to our client, and operate all of our work out of Bagram (both Task Orders 2 & 4). I'm not exactly sure how it will work out, but I'll be sure and write when I do! For now, I fly out next Monday to Dulles, then to Kuwait City where we'll wait to catch a military plane to Bagram on Wednesday.
More to come, and probably a couple of changes too...stay tuned!
More to come, and probably a couple of changes too...stay tuned!
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