So we leave Kuwait in a C-117, I'm sure that's right. No, not a C-130, I know cause I've ridden in a C-130 and the plane we flew in was bigger than that. Just as uncomfortable but bigger. These flights are always fun for the first timers. The pilots like to do a combat land which for the adventurous folks, it's quite fun. But for the nauseous, I'm too scared to fly folks this is not going to ease your phobia.
We arrive late in the evening or early in the morning, all I know is my internal clock is all jacked up. The Commanding Officer had us all sit down in the conference room to explain a few things about why we are here to support his command, some ground rules for the base, and when we will be leaving home. At first he give us a date that is later than the year that we had all signed up for. (By now the group that I had travelled with from Ft. Jackson has dwendelled down to 12 of us.) The looks on everyone's face from the news is why did I voluteer for this assignment? That's the excitement of being in the military, you never know what news is going to be flying your way. Since that night the day that we are leaving country has changed a hundred times. The update of the last date is a pretty joyous one for all of us, but has been told to us that it's not set in stone. Basically be prepared for another change and it won't be as good as this last update. Just to let everyone know, I can not post specific dates. It's all about operational security and keeping the enemy unaware of our plans. So if I sound vauge it's because I have to be.
They give us until noon to rest up before starting work the next day. There are now 12 people to relieve the folks who have already been here for 4 months. And the command doesn't quite know what job they are going to have me fulfill. That's nice. It's seems like all my experiences when I get to a new command, they know I'm comming but they don't know what to do with me yet. The first couple of days I was here in country have been unproductive. Hey what do I care I'm still getting paid. I know that there are going to be alot worse days to come ahead. Might as well enjoy the slow days when they come. I'll leave off here and get into the details of my job and living conditions for another blog.
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Got your blog site from a buddy of mine (thanks MIke). Reading it reminds me of talking to my brother when he was in-country. He's in the Army...did a year and came home last October. He still complains about MRE's. (Funny they come with mini Tabasco but no mini ex-lax.)
Doesn't sound like things have changed too much in the last year, sand, heat, sand and oh...sand.
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