I have been neglecting this blog. Although in my defense I haven't done much in the way of work since my last post. I went through the long and arduous process of being cleared for deployment and then eventually getting on a plane to come here. Now that I am here in Afghanistan, it seemed like entirely too much process for such a simple thing. I packed my bags, brought them to the airport, got on a plane, and arrived in a foreign country. Not unlike any other time I have traveled abroad. For many soldiers this was their first time out of the United States or North America. Germany was an experience for everyone. The airport in Leipzig had a small shop filled with steins and other classic German trinkets. It made me smile thinking of my time spent in Bavaria after I graduated high school. It was another life it seems, but all the memories of that experience are right here, rushing back to me.
Our first task as we get here is a briefing on the history of our operations here and the local customs and culture. After we familiarize ourselves with the tactical environment we are immediately thrust into battle drills for various hazards we might encounter during our deployment. We have practiced these drills countless times in the US but these are refreshers to make sure we are all still sharp. Finally we are sent to a small range to verify we can all shoot a rifle or pistol and that our optics are accurate. I was surprised to learn my optics needed no adjusting although I had never used this rifle before, all of my 9 rounds landing in a space the size of a quarter. The constant preparation is like a weight now, to always be ready for anything at any time. Rockets flew into Bagram while we were there. It is such a constant occurrence, those who have spent much time here just ignore the sirens and go about their business. Of course, we new guys are crouched in a bunker wearing all of our gear looking silly.
Back home, everyone has been impressively active in sending emails and promises of care packages. I find comfort in their worry, it is good to feel cared for. Every civilian operating with us never fails to thank us for our service and wish us a safe deployment. The women tell us they "love each and every one of us". Its almost as if everyone's mother is already here trying to give us hugs every time we turn around.
You, sir, make me smile. I appreciate that everything sounds as it should be, even down to the steins and rockets. Thanks for keeping to my expectations. Just one question: are their any other hug types being represented besides those of mothers'? :)
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