After a few more days of cooling my heels in various arid locales, I’ve finally made it to my port of call: Camp Bastion/Leatherneck, right smack in the middle of territory so crappy even the Afghanis don’t want it (though it’s become a little more desirable since this base was set up, as a source of scrap metal for selling and poop water for irrigating). The rest of my journey here was not very exciting, with the exception of being woken up in Kandahar by several booms in the morning. Having been greeted after getting there by signs on every wall of the base describing what to do in case of an indirect fire (IDF), my sleepy brain decided discretion was the better part of valor and had me lie down on the floor, until I realized that no warning alarms were going off and that the booms were more likely an outgoing fire mission. Actually, learning what an outgoing fire mission sounds like is probably a valuable piece of knowledge; but I still felt silly getting up off the floor afterward.
So, future updates will now be from what passes for the ‘front lines’ for a helicopter pilot who gets to go home to hot food and a warm bed after the end of every mission. I’m going to be on the maintenance schedule initially, so posting won’t be too exciting. Give me a month, and there will be some tales of derring-do.