So we've been in Kandahar for a few days now in some huge storage tank of a tent awaiting orders for our final destination. This circus tent holds a few hundred guys all waiting to leave or get new assignments. No stress there, eh! Anyway, Kandahar is very different than Kabul. We are definitely in the desert. NO GRASS. Nothing around here stops the sand from blowing, including spraying water on the roads. Sand blows in the tents and gets in everything. Yep, everything. Kandahar Air Field (KAF) is significantly nicer than Camp Phoenix. I have a four letter word I like to describe that place and I'll keep it to myself. At any rate, glad to be out of there. I'll take the heat and sand any day.
For you Georgia fans: A colonel from South Carolina came through our area of the circus tent the other day and spouted a smart remark about the Dawgs, so you know I couldn't let that go. I responded with "Not everyone can be a 'cock' sir. " (gamecock, that is) He knew he was caught with that one and laughed as he walked away. Sergeant Major Allman shook his head and said only a PA could get away with that. Hey, what are they gonna do, send me to remote Afghanistan?
KBR, the civilian contract agency, does a fairly good job around here except that they put the sewage plant upwind from the main area of the post. Smells like you know what with a prevailing wind around here. Ahh!!
"Fear breads a deadening caution, a holding back, a stagnant waiting until people no longer can recall what they are waiting for or saving themselves for. When we fear failure more than we love life; when we are dominated by thoughts of what we might have been rather than by thoughts of what we might become; when we are haunted by the disparity between our ideal self and our real self; when we are tormented by guilt, shame, remorse, and self-condemnation, we deny our faith in the God of love." Brennan Manning
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