A Day at the Office

Not exactly, but close... We took this at a Mosque opening event we took part in a couple of weeks ago. Basically, a photo op.

 

The story behind the pic- my boss (wearing the headset) and I chased our commander, his Boss, and the Governor down the road in this little village where we did the photo op. We caught them at the last minute ducking through the little door in this mud-walled compound and heading into a crowded room.

 

Pushed our way through a group of mustachioed men with guns, most of them Afghan police and Army we hoped, found the boss at the other end of the room sipping tea and shooting the breeze with some ancient mullah, and took a seat on our helmets to keep him covered.

 

My friend says that my blog is too factual, that I gotta talk about my feelings more. So, how'd it feel to be in a room full of strange men with AK-47s? Truth be told, scary, but perversely fun.

Snowflakes Keep Falling on My Head

Just checking in here.

So, last night I wet to the gym and went back to our headquarters for a little late work. It was a crappy, rainy, soggy night.

When I left for my shack a couple of hours later, I stepped outside and it was a different world. The rain had turned to giant, fat snowflakes that had fallen hard for, apparently, the entire time I was inside. Everywhere, everything was covered in an inch of gleaming snow.

Muddy roads, wooden shacks, dirty humvees were instantly softened and brightened. The reflected light off the snow made the night bright as dawn. The night was quiet.

It was shockingly, unforgettably, fleetingly beautiful.