With so much time on my hands, I am forced to find ways of filling the groundhog days of my deployment. Yes, for my non-military family and friends, deployments are the perfect example of the Bill Murray classic – without the ability to change the outcome of the future. After a while you don’t even care what day of the week it is because it has zero influence on what you do that day. Occasionally something will break up the monotony but more often then not, I live like a programmed machine.
Wake up – regardless of the time; it’s the same routine of lying in bed thinking through my morning process. I will go through the steps of showering, shaving, remembering to grab a water bottle for brushing my teeth because we can’t use the tap water, and so on. Not sure why I do this but if it means making it to the bathroom without realizing I forgot my towel, then I can manage.
Breakfast – after completing the cleaning process, I head to the dining facility, pronounced dee-fak because of its acronym (DFAC), for the usual bowl of cereal, coffee, and an orange, which I take to the office to eat. I say bowl, but it’s actually the foil covered individual serving plastic container – usually Total Raisin Bran, but Special-K Red Berries is a close second.
Work – this is the part where there is some variety, typically in the amount of time we spend with the Afghans. Some days our hand is forced because of their priorities and other days we have to return to our office to get something done for them, regardless, it is the same routine.
Gym – after finishing with our Afghan friends, I typically head to the gym while everyone else hits the DFAC for lunch. My work out routine is built on a 5-on 1-off schedule but the only day that really matters is the off day because I get to eat guilt-free, and believe me – I do! Once I feel physically prepared to start my marathon training the routine will shift to a 5-on 2-off schedule to accommodate the longer runs and muscle recovery.
Work – yes, back to work to complete whatever project needs finishing or just to check my email for any new work that might need attention. This is about the time that I have to find creative ways of passing time until dinner: Facebook, blog posts, play with Dave’s video camera, or a quick stop visit to the “Free X” (a glorified closet, open to the entire camp, full of items either from care packages or that were purchased but not used – basically a way to pay it forward).
Dinner – my second meal of the day is usually some sort of salad made by shredding whatever the main dish is over some lettuce and topping that with some cheese from the sandwich buffet. Might not sound appeasing, but I have created some pretty tasty meals by simply putting stuff on lettuce. Truth be told, the food here is very good and even if I might not be in the mood for the selection of the day, I am rarely disappointed.
Evening – after dinner it is a complete free-for-all trying to get access to an open computer in the MWR building. I often strike out and retire early to my room for a movie…or two. Yes, movies in Afghanistan are a staple of my life in the evenings. Because I workout early in the day, I have more free time to play with at night; hence the movie watching. There is no shortage of movies or television shows in this country, which finishes out my day on a very relaxing note.
Zzzzzzzz and REPEAT
Despite the monotony of it all, I will continue to seek new and interesting ways of both passing the time and mixing things up a bit. Keep checking back to find out how I made it through just another day in my life.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Help for Heroes
So, a quick photo story to share the journey of two British soldiers who decided to complete a 24-hour treadmill run that they had organized to raise funds for the Help for Heroes fund.
I happened to be in the gym when they began the grueling challenge of taking turns running one hour at at time. I was very inspired by their will to complete such a daunting task and had a very enjoyable conversation with them before they began.
I made another stop in the gym later in the evening to offer encouragement and see how things were going. They were both pleased with their progress so far and really seemed prepared to finish with ease. When I went in the next day, Sgt. Allison was completing his final leg of his 12 runs.
An announcement was made over the camp loud-speaker to encourage people to stop by and cheer the runners on to their finish. It was a great turn-out and their support was an obvious boost to the pair as they stepped out the final mile of their run. Sgt. Allison had since joined Cpl. Tune in the final minutes where the two completed their 24-hour journey to the cheering of coalition soldiers.
Sgt. Dan Allison and Lance Cpl. Matthew Tune had set fliers out around the camp with pledge sheets for donations, as well as, create a donation website so others, not deployed, could help out as well.
I happened to be in the gym when they began the grueling challenge of taking turns running one hour at at time. I was very inspired by their will to complete such a daunting task and had a very enjoyable conversation with them before they began.
I made another stop in the gym later in the evening to offer encouragement and see how things were going. They were both pleased with their progress so far and really seemed prepared to finish with ease. When I went in the next day, Sgt. Allison was completing his final leg of his 12 runs.
Cpl. Tune had recently completed his 11th leg and resorted to sleeping on the treadmill despite the fact that they had brought a cot to sleep on. At this point the task had taken its toll on both runners.
Cpl. Tune was woken with 10 minutes before his 12th and final time on the treadmill in 24 hours. Support was given to them all night including movies, a projector, food, conversation, and even a statement that hid their time from them as they pounded away.
An announcement was made over the camp loud-speaker to encourage people to stop by and cheer the runners on to their finish. It was a great turn-out and their support was an obvious boost to the pair as they stepped out the final mile of their run. Sgt. Allison had since joined Cpl. Tune in the final minutes where the two completed their 24-hour journey to the cheering of coalition soldiers.
Between the two, they had ran 134 miles and raised more than $2,500. It was great to see such determination and gave all of us a sense that we can accomplish anything that we put our minds to. In a surprise ending, each of the runners was given a Georgia Guard Commendation Medal along with certificates of appreciation.
Stay tuned to see what else might happen in just another day of my life.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Acceptance
Afghan culture is obviously different from our own. One aspect that is most readily evident is the affection they show to one another. Seeing two men holding hands does not have the same connotation that it might in the U.S. As part of our cultural training, we were told about some of these differences to make us aware of the meaning behind them but it really is different when the rubber meets the road.
Immediately we saw these affections in the way they greet each other and in their social interactions. As we sit and talk with them it is not uncommon for them to sit almost on each other's lap. Initially I thought part of the reason was because of the small office they use and the lack of space created when four of us Americans come in. Later I saw that their perception of personal space, or their "bubble" as you might call it, is non-existent. While sitting next to each other they will often place their hands on each other's leg, again, something that would have a much different perception in America.
So, I took it as a sign of acceptance when we visited their office the other day and the major casually placed his hand on my leg. Truth be told, after 34 years of upbringing in our world of not entering someones bubble, it came as a surprise to be in such a predicament. I tried to remind myself that it is important, as we are spending time with the Afghans, that we embrace their cultural sensitivities, so I sat calmly - despite the fact that it wasn't exactly within my comfort zone. Later we all talked about it in the office and realized that this will only progress further as we spend more time with them and that it was good to have made such progress so quickly.
I will probably never have to share this behaviour in the U.S. and might never get completely used to the physical aspects of their culture, but I do embrace their trust in us. They have faith in our ability to teach them and they are more than willing to learn in order to stand on their own two feet. If their way of showing us this trust is a simple physical gesture, I can tolerate it in the spirit of our new friendship...even if it is uncomfortable.
Immediately we saw these affections in the way they greet each other and in their social interactions. As we sit and talk with them it is not uncommon for them to sit almost on each other's lap. Initially I thought part of the reason was because of the small office they use and the lack of space created when four of us Americans come in. Later I saw that their perception of personal space, or their "bubble" as you might call it, is non-existent. While sitting next to each other they will often place their hands on each other's leg, again, something that would have a much different perception in America.
So, I took it as a sign of acceptance when we visited their office the other day and the major casually placed his hand on my leg. Truth be told, after 34 years of upbringing in our world of not entering someones bubble, it came as a surprise to be in such a predicament. I tried to remind myself that it is important, as we are spending time with the Afghans, that we embrace their cultural sensitivities, so I sat calmly - despite the fact that it wasn't exactly within my comfort zone. Later we all talked about it in the office and realized that this will only progress further as we spend more time with them and that it was good to have made such progress so quickly.
I will probably never have to share this behaviour in the U.S. and might never get completely used to the physical aspects of their culture, but I do embrace their trust in us. They have faith in our ability to teach them and they are more than willing to learn in order to stand on their own two feet. If their way of showing us this trust is a simple physical gesture, I can tolerate it in the spirit of our new friendship...even if it is uncomfortable.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Camp Confessions
As you wait in line at the store you hear the phone conversation from the person behind you. No, they have no intention of keeping their discussion a secret. Regardless of the topic, they are oblivious to the social taboo of sharing their dialogue. Without any other recourse, we are all drawn into the inevitable eavesdropping.
Being deployed is no break from this phenomenon but it does have a slightly different twist. My experiences come in the form of either sharing banks of phones or the occasional loud talker using one of the few video-messaging computers in the MWR building. Don’t be fooled though, it is truly the same experience.
While chatting on Facebook with my wife, I couldn’t ignore the gentleman behind me if I tried to. I felt as if I was listening to a soap opera as he refuted his wife or girlfriend’s claims of having another interest. At one point I actually wanted to hear the female’s responses, which would further infuriate the man to another decibel.
As I thought about it, I considered the numerous times I’ve had to sit and wait for an empty phone to use only to be drawn into someone’s discussion. From a simple “I love you” to unsettled disputes and the consistent money problems, I’ve heard it all. Sometimes sad but more often excited, these are the background noises of phone and computer facilities across deployed bases everywhere.
The taboo that comes with being in public, where you could choose to go somewhere else to finish your phone call, is absent when you have no other option. So, those of us deployed are often forced into sharing a laugh, planning return parties, or just pouring out our hearts in front of an audience.
One thing’s for certain, we all take the stage with pride when it’s our turn for a few minutes on the phone with family and friends…audience and all.
Keep checking back to see how things turn out in just another day of my life.
Being deployed is no break from this phenomenon but it does have a slightly different twist. My experiences come in the form of either sharing banks of phones or the occasional loud talker using one of the few video-messaging computers in the MWR building. Don’t be fooled though, it is truly the same experience.
While chatting on Facebook with my wife, I couldn’t ignore the gentleman behind me if I tried to. I felt as if I was listening to a soap opera as he refuted his wife or girlfriend’s claims of having another interest. At one point I actually wanted to hear the female’s responses, which would further infuriate the man to another decibel.
As I thought about it, I considered the numerous times I’ve had to sit and wait for an empty phone to use only to be drawn into someone’s discussion. From a simple “I love you” to unsettled disputes and the consistent money problems, I’ve heard it all. Sometimes sad but more often excited, these are the background noises of phone and computer facilities across deployed bases everywhere.
The taboo that comes with being in public, where you could choose to go somewhere else to finish your phone call, is absent when you have no other option. So, those of us deployed are often forced into sharing a laugh, planning return parties, or just pouring out our hearts in front of an audience.
One thing’s for certain, we all take the stage with pride when it’s our turn for a few minutes on the phone with family and friends…audience and all.
Keep checking back to see how things turn out in just another day of my life.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Down Time
My time here at Camp Spann is starting with a bit of free time. Our Afghan friends have travelled away for a week and we are left without anyone to train. So what do I do with my free time you ask?
As far as work is concerned, we have developed what we like to refer to as a fluid training plan. It seems that trips like this are common and we are often at the mercy of their schedule, so our plan will probably not pass the reality of our environment. Never the less, we have tried to create some structure to guide us. At this point, I am extremely eager to work alongside our new friends and to assist them with their duties.
Away from work, I have started my workout routine again. I have set a goal of running a marathon when I return to the states, so there will be plenty of treadmill time and running the .65 mile circumference of the camp in my future. For now I am easing into things with just a few miles a day followed by some strength training. I've also tried to get my diet under control because I was going hog-wild on the desserts and other treats that seem to accumulate in every office on this camp. All of those care packages from home are providing ample opportunities for me to fatten up, so here's to will power!
When I am not in the gym, I spend time waiting to use one of the dozen computers provided in the MWR tent. They are not fast and the Internet seems to have the speed of a dial-up connection, but I can usually check Facebook and update my blog without too much trouble. We only have two work computers that six of us have to share, so accessing my official email is sometimes difficult. Unfortunately, the government network has blocked any of the "fun" websites but it is another avenue of communication to family and friends, so I don't complain too much.
There is a separate game-room with a pool table, ping-pong table, and a couple TVs for playing video games. Typically, this room is very busy and loud, something I am not the most comfortable with, so I am not a regular customer just yet.
Without much else to do, I have been spending most evenings with a movie before falling asleep. I have some random ideas about how to use photography to help pass the time but I haven't committed to any single project just yet. One idea is to start a self-portrait series, which seems to be most promising at this point. I am fortunate enough to work with an Army Sgt. who shares the same passion, so I hope to learn from him before he leaves.
At this point, anything is possible and I am trying to think of other creative avenues to pursue. I even brought my graphite pencils and sketch paper to try and dabble a little more in drawing. Anything that helps to pass the time and keep my little brain occupied will be useful over the next six-months.
Keep checking back for progress on my quest to stay occupied and to hear a little more about another day in my life.
As far as work is concerned, we have developed what we like to refer to as a fluid training plan. It seems that trips like this are common and we are often at the mercy of their schedule, so our plan will probably not pass the reality of our environment. Never the less, we have tried to create some structure to guide us. At this point, I am extremely eager to work alongside our new friends and to assist them with their duties.
Away from work, I have started my workout routine again. I have set a goal of running a marathon when I return to the states, so there will be plenty of treadmill time and running the .65 mile circumference of the camp in my future. For now I am easing into things with just a few miles a day followed by some strength training. I've also tried to get my diet under control because I was going hog-wild on the desserts and other treats that seem to accumulate in every office on this camp. All of those care packages from home are providing ample opportunities for me to fatten up, so here's to will power!
When I am not in the gym, I spend time waiting to use one of the dozen computers provided in the MWR tent. They are not fast and the Internet seems to have the speed of a dial-up connection, but I can usually check Facebook and update my blog without too much trouble. We only have two work computers that six of us have to share, so accessing my official email is sometimes difficult. Unfortunately, the government network has blocked any of the "fun" websites but it is another avenue of communication to family and friends, so I don't complain too much.
There is a separate game-room with a pool table, ping-pong table, and a couple TVs for playing video games. Typically, this room is very busy and loud, something I am not the most comfortable with, so I am not a regular customer just yet.
Without much else to do, I have been spending most evenings with a movie before falling asleep. I have some random ideas about how to use photography to help pass the time but I haven't committed to any single project just yet. One idea is to start a self-portrait series, which seems to be most promising at this point. I am fortunate enough to work with an Army Sgt. who shares the same passion, so I hope to learn from him before he leaves.
At this point, anything is possible and I am trying to think of other creative avenues to pursue. I even brought my graphite pencils and sketch paper to try and dabble a little more in drawing. Anything that helps to pass the time and keep my little brain occupied will be useful over the next six-months.
Keep checking back for progress on my quest to stay occupied and to hear a little more about another day in my life.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tea Time
So, I left off in the middle of a tiresome journey to my final destination. I was fortunate enough to catch the first flight possible to Kabul, where a hot shower and comfy bed welcomed me. Our time at Kabul was filled with briefings on our mission. The powerpoint was short as our mission brief was more theoretical than practical.
My team's mission is to mentor the Afghan National Army 209th Corps Public Affairs Office. Basically, teach them writing, photography, video, and media relation skills. We are part of the second wave of training teams sent to each operational region in the country. Of note: this is an Air Force led operation. Along the way, we will also have a smaller role in mentoring the Afghan National Police as well but our primary focus is on our Army partners.
After our brief we caught a flight to Mazar e Sharif where we stayed at the German run Camp Marmal. I have to say that if I ever get the chance to go back and hang out for a day or two, I would do so willingly. They have such a great set-up at their camp that it almost seems like you are in a small European village. Complete with a restaurant, bar, coffee shop, and great facilities, I found it hard to actually leave when our convoy finally arrived the next day.
A quick, bumpy ride later, I finally made it to Camp Mike Spann. I was amazed at how opposite my new location was to the German's camp. Everything here is only a stone's throw away from each other. I was given the grand tour and was extremely surprised to find it had only taken us about five minutes to complete our journey. Needless to say, this place is tiny without any of the amenities that have graced me along the road here.
My room consists of 6x10 area inside, what are affectionately known as, B-huts. I have a bed, make-shift desk, and wall locker. Nails protrude from the wall creating hanging areas for all of my gear and clothing. I hung a towel to block the light that remains on all hours of the day because my "wall" doesn't continue all the way to the ceiling. I was fortunate enough to have a power outlet in my area, which powers my laptop. There isn't any Internet outside our office or morale tent, so my laptop is quickly becoming a glorified movie screen.
The nearest bathroom/shower facility is at the end of my row of B-huts, but a port-a-potty nearby keeps me from making the journey all the way down in the middle of the night. You never realize how often you have to get out of bed to use the restroom in the middle of the night until you have to get fully dressed to go use it. Thankfully, it isn't so cold that I can't wear shorts for my short comfort break.
Today we ventured over to the Afghan base that we are attached to and met with our Afghan partners. Despite the lengthy courtship that we were told about, we quickly befriended our counterparts and were immediately showing family pictures and laughing over many cups of chai tea. We were even treated to lunch at their dining facility where I had some of my favorite rice from a trip to the country two years ago. I don't know what it is about the rice here, but I can't get enough of it. I wasn't so sure about the meat on my plate, but I sampled and pushed the rest around the plate enough to appear that I had eaten more than I actually did.
Overall, we had a very productive first meeting and I am looking forward to helping our new friends tell their own story to the media and the world.
Continue to check in on just another day in my life.
My team's mission is to mentor the Afghan National Army 209th Corps Public Affairs Office. Basically, teach them writing, photography, video, and media relation skills. We are part of the second wave of training teams sent to each operational region in the country. Of note: this is an Air Force led operation. Along the way, we will also have a smaller role in mentoring the Afghan National Police as well but our primary focus is on our Army partners.
After our brief we caught a flight to Mazar e Sharif where we stayed at the German run Camp Marmal. I have to say that if I ever get the chance to go back and hang out for a day or two, I would do so willingly. They have such a great set-up at their camp that it almost seems like you are in a small European village. Complete with a restaurant, bar, coffee shop, and great facilities, I found it hard to actually leave when our convoy finally arrived the next day.
A quick, bumpy ride later, I finally made it to Camp Mike Spann. I was amazed at how opposite my new location was to the German's camp. Everything here is only a stone's throw away from each other. I was given the grand tour and was extremely surprised to find it had only taken us about five minutes to complete our journey. Needless to say, this place is tiny without any of the amenities that have graced me along the road here.
My room consists of 6x10 area inside, what are affectionately known as, B-huts. I have a bed, make-shift desk, and wall locker. Nails protrude from the wall creating hanging areas for all of my gear and clothing. I hung a towel to block the light that remains on all hours of the day because my "wall" doesn't continue all the way to the ceiling. I was fortunate enough to have a power outlet in my area, which powers my laptop. There isn't any Internet outside our office or morale tent, so my laptop is quickly becoming a glorified movie screen.
The nearest bathroom/shower facility is at the end of my row of B-huts, but a port-a-potty nearby keeps me from making the journey all the way down in the middle of the night. You never realize how often you have to get out of bed to use the restroom in the middle of the night until you have to get fully dressed to go use it. Thankfully, it isn't so cold that I can't wear shorts for my short comfort break.
Today we ventured over to the Afghan base that we are attached to and met with our Afghan partners. Despite the lengthy courtship that we were told about, we quickly befriended our counterparts and were immediately showing family pictures and laughing over many cups of chai tea. We were even treated to lunch at their dining facility where I had some of my favorite rice from a trip to the country two years ago. I don't know what it is about the rice here, but I can't get enough of it. I wasn't so sure about the meat on my plate, but I sampled and pushed the rest around the plate enough to appear that I had eaten more than I actually did.
Overall, we had a very productive first meeting and I am looking forward to helping our new friends tell their own story to the media and the world.
Continue to check in on just another day in my life.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Slow Progress
As I type this post, it has been over a week since I left the U.S. Deploying has all sorts of adventures that await you as you do your time, and the most evident hurdle is always travel. Why you ask? Because travel is both the first and last thing you do, and hence, the most memorable. Not only is it memorable, it's a nightmare that wakes you in your sleep many months after the event has passed.
If you've ever tried to travel during inclement weather, you know the pains of thinking you are leaving only to be turned away at the last minute. Military travel uses that model as their preferred method of getting us into and out-of our deployed locations. Regardless of the fact that you know what's coming, the pain is never any easier to deal with.
To compound the issues of waiting for travel, which up to this point has taken a total of seven days just to make it part way, you have the fun that comes with waiting at each location. Since I have nothing else to do at 1 a.m. I will share some of these joys with you.
1. Living conditions in the transient tents: The norm for missing your flight results in the luxurious accommodations of a transient tent with hundreds of your closest friends. These perks include, but are not limited to, the complete lack of social graces, odors that are basically indescribable, long walks to the shower and bathroom facilities, and living out of a backpack for more days than you are packed for.
2.Emotional roller coaster: Trying to conquer the hurdle of travel tests every ounce of patience and people skills in your inventory. After dragging your five, less than light, bags to the terminal, it is an absolute morale crusher to find you are no longer able to board your flight due to weather or another unit with a higher priority. For those of you not in the military, you should count your infinite blessings that won't have to deal with the repetitive affects of this torture.
3. Free time: Who doesn't enjoy relaxing with nothing more to do than whatever pops into your mind? Well, I don't! Maintaining your sanity with endless hours in one location becomes a futile effort in expectation management. Typically, when you do find something that you assume will kill a few hours, you are dealt a serious blow when the activity only lasts a fraction of the expected time and was much less entertaining than you hoped it would be.
To sum it up, traveling, has been, and will be, the least favorite aspect of deploying. Thankfully, I have this blog to use as a sounding board so that I may keep my cool under pressure.
On second thought, I HATE IT...yep, HATE IT!!!!!!
Ahhh, now that feels much better.
See you next time on another day in my life.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
New adventures
OK, I don't want to get into the habit of posting every other day because I realize this will be a trend I won't always be able to keep up, but with so much time on my hands, I am drawn to do something constructive with my time.
Since my last post I have made it as far as Manas AB, Kyrgyzstan. You probably won't find this on a map but you could find Bishkek, which is the capital and largest city. The base shares the city's airport and is now my temporary home while we await travel into Afghanistan. Our trip here brought us through Iceland, Germany, and Romania, yes - that is four countries in less than 24 hours. Unfortunately, we only got off the airplane in Germany but it was a welcome break after all that time on the aircraft.
Now that we are here, I am reminded how much I actually enjoy being at Manas. As far as transient bases go, this place is like comparing the Bellagio to a Motel 6. Despite the sleeping accommodations, this place has it all: wireless internet access, cafe, massage parlor, great food, fantastic gym...you definitely won't want much else when you're here. I am extremely jealous of everyone that works here, especially considering this location counts as a deployment for them.
Sometimes the amenities of a "super-base" are overlooked by their inhabitants but one trip outside your comfort zone to some of the Forward Operating Bases will make you appreciate your creature comforts. During my last deployment, I travelled all over Afghanistan and had a first-hand look at what some of my other brothers and sisters in arms have to endure. Let's just say, I really appreciate the times I have the pleasure of enjoying these indulgences.
So, what do I do with all of your free time and many options...mostly I just veg out. Relaxing in between the headaches of getting from one place to another is the one time I get to sit and gather my thoughts. While gathering my thoughts today, I realized that I am finally deploying - seems very surreal considering the rest of the drama I've had this deployment cycle.
Stay tuned for the next installment of another day in my life.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Heartbreaks and Headaches
I said goodbye today.
Saying goodbye is sometimes an awkward experience for me. I'm sure you are all familiar with the tearful farewells filled with deep sorrow. I recently experienced one of those when leaving Illinois - as healthy as it is, it isn't something you try to recreate everyday. Leaving my own family this morning was another of the awkward experiences however.
Despite the obvious hurt that comes with a parting of ways, I am always filled with the desire to be the strength for my family. It is all a lie! Watching my wife fight back the tears, probably because she too wants to be strong for the children, is a gut wrenching experience. I held her. Looking at my daughter's desperate eyes, I can see she knows the imminent separation is at hand. I smile, make a joke, and hide the pain. My son seems to wear the impregnable attitude of a teenager with ease, but I know that may be what I miss the most about him. We both smile. I lied by not wearing my sadness with honor. For the record, my heart broke this morning and I hate it.
As if I needed something to keep my mind occupied, I was quickly re-introduced to the adventures of deploying. For my non-military family and friends, deploying is like watching "Alice in Wonderland" - anything is possible. This deployment began with the cancellation of prior deployments, required training, and multiple date changes.
The hits didn't stop there, however, because today my guns didn't make one of my connecting flights. This caused a lengthy stay at the terminal waiting for the next flight, just a "few" hours later (baggage claim people speak in a weird time language). The airline was more than gracious with their $7 dinner comp, which almost covered half my dinner at the only open restaurant.
Not to be outdone, the military flight planners had overbooked my flight out in the morning. I was told I could keep "one bag of importance" and the others would "find me" (military airport workers speak in a weird "we act like we care" language). After trying to condense my two bags into one and saying the inevitable goodbye to the bag that I don't believe I will ever see again, I finally made it to the hotel. Staying in the hotel is, in itself, an adventure because it's time away from family that seems completely unnecessary.
Instead of grieving, I thought I would use my blog as a therapeutic tool. I fear this may happen frequently over my time away, so be prepared for the occasional vent, rant, whine, complaint, who knows - I might even say something nice every now and then. Stay tuned to see how the other flights and convoys that will bring me to my final destination go...I am betting on many more adventures. : )
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