Bagram is what happens when a trailer park collides with a prison at 65 miles an hour. Shipping containers and prefab buildings wrapped in barbed wire and precast concrete barriers create a maze navigated by Humvees, supply trucks, and odd international cars—Ford Everest anyone? Because we don’t like this country, the Army paid KBR, Bechtel, and Halliburton only enough to make elaborate tent cities and corrugated aluminum buildings.
Situated north of the capital city of Kabul, Bagram is the massive center of the OEF universe. I arrived on a C-17 Globemaster on a cold evening as the rain turned to snow. I didn’t expect to be pleased to land in Afghanistan (now with more Taliban!), but 2 hours in the cheapest airline seat imaginable with 50lbs of gear pinning my arms to my sides and a Kevlar helmet on my head meant I would have been happy to land on Mars.
I live in a tent—much like an outdoor party tent with a concrete floor and anemic heating and 100 new friends on cots. Because we’re all pre-staging to head out to other FOBs throughout the country, the Air Force decided that we could live like refugees in camp that befits the fine people of Sudan. I wouldn’t be surprised if goats showed up tonight. We’re also relegated to a remote corner of the post inaccessible on foot and surrounded by Soviet-era minefields. Thanks, Fly Boys!
Today we had in-theatre training covering subjects like IEDs (watch out!), malaria (it sucks!) and sexual assault (don’t do it!). The sexual assault briefing was taught by a tough-as-nails senior NCO who wrapped up his briefing by asking in a booming voice like the Sgt Major from We Were Soldiers “How many of you have heard of TEA-BAGGING?” Apparently, it is a type of sexual assault! I, for one, am outraged, and want to see every college-age male locked away for this heinous crime.
Also, don’t drink the water. Perhaps it’s because the pious Afghans believe that water purification technology shouldn’t progress past the time of Mohammed, but water isn’t safe. Accordingly, pallets of bottled water (brand: Cristal) are left on every street corner. There are also massive coolers in each dining hall where helpful locals cook the food and clean up the tables. There is astounding variety—considering the location—and today I had fresh lettuce, steak, and 3 different kinds of olives. It’s not home cooking, but it boosted my morale.
With luck, tomorrow we’ll leave UNICEF village soon and push out to the FOB. Opefully at some point, we’ll be issued bullets, as right now I can defend myself only with my razor sharp wit.
Finally, the main drag here is called “Disney Drive.” I’ve had enough of this mickey mouse horseshit, and I’m ready to go.
Journal of an American Officer from Washington, DC
3 comments:
This entry was particularly entertaining. Keep up the good work!
With the weapons at hand -- razor-sharp wit -- you'll defend yourself well. Remember: Empathy without cynicism until it's time finally to be cynical and imperious.
I'll have to google tea-bagging.
And when you get a chance, buy hand-woven rugs from Baluchistan and Lapis Lazuli, which is mined only in Afghanistan and Chile.
Stay well and razor sharp.
Marky Mark, Not to rub it in your face or anything, but I'm getting out of Iraq in less than a week! WHAT'S UP! Anyways, I can personally attest to the awesomeness of growing long mustaches, beards, and hair. Because when you're 3 hours away from the nearest FOB, which SGM is enforcing the standard? Oh right, SGM is afraid to come this close to Iranians. Also, if you say fudge the standards and look totally crazy, army dudes leave you alone cause they think you're a super secret squirel or something. Anyways, "enjoy" the deployment, it's definitely an experience.
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