March 13, 2006

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  I bet you’re probably thinking that this is my first post form Italy. Well, you’re completely wrong. Currently, I am in Kuwait. “Why?” you ask? Well, that’s a funny story.

  
  

  In my last post, I talked about getting to Kandahar. Let’s just ay that it was a pain and rather than flying there, I had to convoy for 5 hours. Yay. Arriving at Kandahar, I’m greeted by my Company Commander with the words, “Have you heard what your new mission is?” Here comes the fun.

  
  

  Apparently there was a soldier who was late for guard duty a couple of times, and decided to lie about his reason for being late. When this was discovered, he was given an Article 15, which he then challenged, which led to court martial. He lost miserably, and had to spend some time confined at Camp Arifjan, Kuwait. This is where I come in.

  
  

  He has finished his time, and someone needs to pick him up. Apparently, someone drew the short straw for me, because it became my “new mission” before I even arrived back with the unit. After 2 days of trying to catch a flight, and somewhere near 12 hours of flying, I am in Kuwait. The last time I was here was in August and September, going to and from leave in the states. When I arrived on ground then, it was 100+ degrees at midnight, with the promise of 80-bagillion degrees when the sun came up. This time, it was freezing cold at night, but warm during the days.

  
  

  The people here are retarded. First off, when I asked for the time, they gave me the wrong time, which has put me behind by an hour for the past day, delaying things horribly. HORRIBLY. Second, there are three groups here that handle different types of flights. NONE of them know what they are doing. I spent 3 hours of my first night here trying to find out when there was a flight to my next destination. No one could tell me. I had to call the other base, and find out when they were expecting a flight there, so I could tell the people here what to look for.

  
  

  Remember, all that this place deals with is flights.

  
  

  In the meantime, I have finished reading The Content of our Character. It is a very interesting book on the perception of race and racism, and I recommend it if you are black.

  
  

  What?

  
  

  Ok, white people can read it, too.

  
  

  I am now halfway through Al Franken’s The Truth (with jokes). I voted republican in the last election, and I have no real idea of where I stand as far as “right” and “left” is concerned (nor do I care), but I find Franken’s book to insightful and hilarious. It’s just as well written as his previous book Lies and the Lying Liars That Tell Them. He doesn’t attack O’Riely as much, but that’s still okay, because he presents a lot of facts, about a number of issues that I didn’t bother to watch on the news, like Terry Schiavo.

  
  

  I’m writing this on my computer in a text file. In a few minutes, I will be walking over to pay $5 an hour for internet access so I can post it. This is definitely going to make writing my paper for my Grad Course a little difficult. Or expensive. Or difficult AND expensive.

  
  

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  Black 6, out.

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