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.
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Felipe,
Nice story. Apropos of nothing, I thought of you tonight watching my one-year old eat corn. Simon was really going at it, gnawing on every part of the cob. When he decided he wanted more efficiency, he would hand me the cob to let me rotate it for him to munch on fresh kernels. Looking at his corn covered face and gusto for eating made me think of "The next guy." Much like you, Simon would happily eat raw corn. I tried to re-enact the subsequent corn dance, but Simon screamed because he wanted the corn to eat.
You're in our hearts, Felipe.
That picture is too nuts. We all miss you very much. Be careful. I'll write a separate email later today.
I'm glad to see that you're keeping your spirit Felipe! The world would truly be a dismal place without it!
Perversely fun? I bet.
I have a friend at Camp Epps out there, too.
Aw, Felipe, you look like a little boy who needs a hug. HUG.
xo
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