Weirdness.
I have had a great deal of down time today, and my mind has raced over all the things in my life.
I am stuck in a camp in the mountains of eastern Afghanistan, there is little of anything to do. I went to a briefing, that sumarized the local threats and assesments of targets and the short, mid and long range plans for this the poorest and most remote province in Afghanistan. Many of the people here did not know that they were part of this country, they asumed their tribe was its own country and had a hard time believing that there was this goverment a thousand miles away that controls them. I know the feeling.
Waiting for a helicopter to take me away, i wonder what my life means in this world. That sounds a little dark, but I saw alot of resondingly different takes on existance here. It's hard to think its all about getting a fancy car or fufilling an insecurity. And your ego gets a little ding when you think, why me? Why wasn't I born here, do I have a right to the easy life I have taken for granted... It's an unfair world, and I think I've got it so good with electronic appliances, and travels, and any food at my whim, but then you see the poor man in the field with little or nothing material, but he is laughing and playing with his family. It is really not my place to pity his universe, but more to reasses the values in mine.
Hmm, not incredibly funny. Well then let me describe my accomidations here at this base. It's a little bit turn of the century french legionairre style abode. Dusty floors in a square cement room with no windows, that is used both as visitors lodging and a holding pen for suspected terrorists. Three single cots, and a lone light hangs from the ceiling. the smell of dust is omnipresent, and the sound of helicopters and gunfire are not that distant. There is air conditioning, but there is no control for it, so it is blaring all the time, which would be ok if I had a blanket. I actually slept like a baby last night, I think cause I was soo tired from the patrol. Oh and I forgot to mention the fly's. They are everywhere. It's alot like those refugee pictures from africa, they are everywhere.It's like you are always being tickled. But i guess its better than the malaria mosquito's at the last base.
I am hoping I get a chopper out of here soon, we are on a waiting list, there is no entertainment here as in TV or movies, I get a half hour on the PC a day. And today I decided to update my blog. I am ready to go home, but I hope all that I have seen here stays with me and helps me discover what i am here on this marble to do.
Ciao you bitches.
I have had a great deal of down time today, and my mind has raced over all the things in my life.
I am stuck in a camp in the mountains of eastern Afghanistan, there is little of anything to do. I went to a briefing, that sumarized the local threats and assesments of targets and the short, mid and long range plans for this the poorest and most remote province in Afghanistan. Many of the people here did not know that they were part of this country, they asumed their tribe was its own country and had a hard time believing that there was this goverment a thousand miles away that controls them. I know the feeling.
Waiting for a helicopter to take me away, i wonder what my life means in this world. That sounds a little dark, but I saw alot of resondingly different takes on existance here. It's hard to think its all about getting a fancy car or fufilling an insecurity. And your ego gets a little ding when you think, why me? Why wasn't I born here, do I have a right to the easy life I have taken for granted... It's an unfair world, and I think I've got it so good with electronic appliances, and travels, and any food at my whim, but then you see the poor man in the field with little or nothing material, but he is laughing and playing with his family. It is really not my place to pity his universe, but more to reasses the values in mine.
Hmm, not incredibly funny. Well then let me describe my accomidations here at this base. It's a little bit turn of the century french legionairre style abode. Dusty floors in a square cement room with no windows, that is used both as visitors lodging and a holding pen for suspected terrorists. Three single cots, and a lone light hangs from the ceiling. the smell of dust is omnipresent, and the sound of helicopters and gunfire are not that distant. There is air conditioning, but there is no control for it, so it is blaring all the time, which would be ok if I had a blanket. I actually slept like a baby last night, I think cause I was soo tired from the patrol. Oh and I forgot to mention the fly's. They are everywhere. It's alot like those refugee pictures from africa, they are everywhere.It's like you are always being tickled. But i guess its better than the malaria mosquito's at the last base.
I am hoping I get a chopper out of here soon, we are on a waiting list, there is no entertainment here as in TV or movies, I get a half hour on the PC a day. And today I decided to update my blog. I am ready to go home, but I hope all that I have seen here stays with me and helps me discover what i am here on this marble to do.
Ciao you bitches.
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