Showing posts with label Afghanistan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Afghanistan. Show all posts

Monday, October 31, 2011

Is this an OWS rally...

Is this an OWS rally, or just a street corner in downtown Jalalabad, Afghanistan?
Truly, it's hard to tell.
Piles of Garbage? 
Check.
Unemployed dudes hanging out?
Check.
Bad Odor from Garbage/Unemployed Dudes?
Check.
Oh, wait, no drum circles.  Must be Afghanistan.  I think the national passtimes here are (in no particuar order)
Making IEDs
Standing around doing nothing, all day long
Piling up garbage, for garbage trucks that never come
Driving like maniacs (yes, WORSE than Iraq) to get to new places to stand around and do nothing.
This place has an odor--you can see it hanging in the air.  It is the combined smell of human and animal waste, standing sewage, exhaust fumes from ill-tuned (or never tuned) engines, and hopelessness. 
Dammit, now I'm back to square one on the OWS/Afghanistan rubric.

--Chuck
Oderint dum metuant
Let them hate us, so long as they fear us
Μολὼν λάβε--come and get it
عدنا الى الوطن لبلدنا ، الماعز يمكنك برغي

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Eat and drink, for tomorrow we fly

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
creeps through this petty place
until the last syllable of recorded incoming sirens
and all our flashlights have lighted fools the way to dusty death... at the chow hall

Out, Out! Lithium powered candle!
The Fobbit's but a poor player who struts
and frets his hour upon the tarmac,
and then hears the Herky-bird roar.

It is a trip taken by a warrior
full of sound and fury
signifying the coming.

With respect to Bill Shakespeare.

Today I relax in Bagram, tomorrow, near as I can tell, Jalalabad.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Fobbitstan

I have spent the last two or three days at Bagram AFB. It is the fount from which all fobbits in Afghanistan spring. Surprisingly, the civilian contractors I have dealt with have all been courteous, helpful, and genuinely good to talk to.

But the fobbits... Ugh. One of the big issues for the Army right now is the multicam uniform. It is a limited quantity thing, is only used in Afghanistan, and of course, that means that it's instantly cool to have.

You would think that the push would be to give priority to the people at the pointiest end of the spear... Those of us who might benefit most from being able to blend in to the scenery when being shot at. You would think that, but you would be wrong.

Every stinking fobbit on this base has multicam. I couldn't get in in Hawaii because it takes thirty days to get it there and I simply didn't have that much time before I deployed. I had to bring all my ACU patterned uniforms and gear, because I just hesitate to trust when someone tells me "oh, you'll be issued that when you get there. Turns out, I was right. There were shortages at the multicam issue... Little things like gloves that would fit, hats in my size, sleeping bags, etc. But oh boy do the fobbits have their geardo toys.

I took in some fobbit watching while enjoying a Green Beans sweet iced tea. It's right around 65 degrees and a tiny bit drizzly, and the fobbits are waling around in their multicam issue polar fleece. Let me repeat... They are wearing a heavy fleece because it's 65 with a very light rain. First, every soldier... That is, every warrior, knows that fleece gets wet and heavy in the rain... And fleece does fuck-all to keep you dry. Second, no warrior pulls out a fleece when it's still warm outside. Third, these fobbits were going to the PX of all places... Not like they were going out on patrol any time soon. It doesn't take much of a trained eye to spot the fakers from the warriors, usually you can tell because they have every bit of cool guy gear, and look ridiculously clean and their gear is always free from any kind of wear and tear.

More on the fobbits in another post when I can really get the blood pumping.

Right now I am in transit limbo, waiting on a plane ride to take me out to Jalalabad, where my unit is. Then to my FOB.

Meanwhile, a little monkey tells me that Mike Yon is considering posting video of a soldier dying on the battlefield from massive trauma.

Let me be succinct: I don't give a flying fuck what purpose he THINKS that will serve. There is no more private and personal moment for that soldier... And to shoot video of it for any reason, degrades that soldier, and his sacrifice, beyond belief. I always made a point to tell any media-types that went outside the wire with me that they were free to film whatever they wanted... Except a wounded, dying, or dead soldier. I also made them very aware of how serious I was about that simple rule... Their chances of returning from a mission were nil if they did that.

Too bad he was busy shooting video instead of putting some of that uber high speed medic stuff they taught him at special forces school. Maybe if he'd tried to HELP, that soldier would be alive. But he "kept his integrity" and took pictures.

Why does the thought of publishing this video repulse every fiber of my being? Because some day, it could be my wife, or my child who would google their dad, and they would see me dying, suffering, screaming in agony. You know what every loved one wants to know when they lose a soldier? "Did he suffer?" Would anyone want to watch their loved one die like that?

What kind of sub-human garbage would even consider publishing that?

Peeps, if you have ever considered hitting mike's tip jar, or have in the past, don't. He was once a good writer, doing something few would. Now he is trying to make a name for himself and find fame and fortune on the backs of dying soldiers. If you're a big Yon supporter, and you believe he is preaching the gospel and an unsung hero, then go away. Go back to licking the bus windows when your caregiver drives you from the managed care facility to your job making pencils.

If you need a picture of the moon in Afghanistan that is poorly focused, I will unpack my camera in a few days and take one for you.

It's really starting to rain right now... where did I put my fleece?

--Chuck

P.S. Yon seems to be a-skeered of what he perceives as threats from milbloggers. He's afraid for his personal safety. I am not now, nor have I ever, threatened him. You don't threaten people like him, you scrape them off your shoe... Like you would dog shit.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Miss me yet?

I know I've been posting somewhat irregularly, and I don't think in the near future that is going to change.

For those who haven't heard yet, I was supposed to deploy to Afghanistan tomorrow. Understandably, I've been a might busy packing, trying to get all of the pre-deployment training, certification and medical clearances.Oh, and squeezing in as much time with the family as I can.

I am not deploying tomorrow. I found out at 15:53 today. Which seems like a nice reprieve, except that until 15:53, I was waiting to find out if I would deploy tomorrow or not. Nothing like cutting it close, right?

I will, however, be getting on an airplane to Afghanistan via Kuwait sometime between now and the 24th. I will be going to about as far east in Afghanistan as you can go without actually being in Pakistan, and will be back in the saddle, into the breach, seeing the elephant, and hopefully not finding any more IEDs up close.

Since I will be joining up with my new unit over there, I will not be gone for the whole year, just until late spring/early summer.

I plan on writing from Afghanistan, since I'm all about the global-corporate-imperialist hegemony through blogging. And also because, like 2005, I am going to have shit I need to get off my chest, and not allowed to yell and throw things at the TV.

--Chuck

Bonus! New blog post label: Afghanistan