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4th of July Parade in Country

4th of July Parade Marching Band[J - I think that your camera's shutter opened just after the marching band passed and before the balloon floats began.

Did you guys have a lot of squirt gun fights too? Salty water I bet, right? We also had a bunch of politicians throwing out candy and waving from their cars. I saw Rep. Jim Oberstar (D-MN) and Al Frankin (Senate nominee D-MN) at the Eveleth Minnesota July 4th Sadie Hawkins Day Parade. They weren't dressed up like women, although all the mine workers and weird woodsman in the parade were. A grisly bunch of female impersonators. I guess that's the Sadie Hawkins Day thing. It is the north woods. -ed. ]
Long Lake, Eveleth, Minnesota, July 4, 2008

July 4th in the Sand Box

Golfing off the helicopter on a quick stop.Well, first the reader should reference my Memorial Day post. All comments there apply here for this 4th of July post, specifically about not receiving enough emails. (!)

[Try Fraser here. - ed.]

Here’s the funny part of July 4th in The Sandbox - really nothing changes. We’ve had red, white, and blue decorations up in the chow hall since Memorial Day. No kidding. They decided to keep the decorations up because Memorial Day, Flag Day, and 4th of July are back to back to back. So it’s been red, white and blue for quite sometime. It’s hard to actually identify a real holiday since we’ve seen it everyday.

I’ve had people ask me if we are having parades and such scheduled for these events. Trust me, there are no parades here.

The holidays go by almost unnoticed, except for lack of emails. And that only reminds us that the people back home have something better to do than sit down at a computer and write us about how much fun they are having. Believe me we’re not upset hearing about the fun. We’re glad everyone back home is having a good time and not thinking about us for a couple of days. But we do miss the emails. Hell, we’d be having a good time back home also if we were there.

Crew Chiefs in a tentBut again we wonder if people are having so much fun with the days off that they’ve forgot the meaning of the holiday. Forgot the men and women that have sacrificed everything to win and maintain our freedom?

I hate to get sappy, but it does seem that something gets lost in the translation thru CNN. Everyday here there are thousands of Americans, far, far away from home and their loved ones, taking care of business. Sure they do it because it is their job. But it seems that people back home forget that they do it for them. They don’t wait around for a thank you letter, a bonus check, or a pat on the back. They just do their jobs and carry out the mission, day or night.

Anyway, if you run into a person in uniform, shake their hand. Tell em thanks. It will not be expected, especially these days, but it will be appreciated. Happy 4th of July! Have fun at the BBQ and have a beer for us.

- J

New Guys

Rudys BBQ in Iraq - Me and my buddy DT out by our aircraft Ok, New Guys have come to town, which means a few things. First it means that some old guys have rotated back to the normal world in the U.S. It also means that some more people are closer to rotating back to the normal world in the U.S. And it means there are now people here that don’t smell as bad as the rest of us. Their uniforms are new, their underwear are fresh, and they still smell like back home.

New Guys have news of what regular life is like, what everybody is doing, basically the latest gossip. You find yourself asking questions just to understand what has changed since arriving in this beautiful Sand Box. Because while absent, the normal world carries on, and upon return nothing appears quite the same as you remember it when you left. It can create an off-balance experience.

New Guys are kind of a breath of fresh air. They’re bright eyed, bushy tailed, and eager to get into the game. Which is nice, since while most of us are happy to be here doing our mission, the shinny paint on the car could use a new coat of wax.

Its good to see the new faces, but it kind of bums you out when they tell you about the great four day weekend you missed out on, or that the female population discovered it was summer and decided to go with the less clothing option. But then again, we asked the question, and we got the answer.

New Guys have the new DVDs, the pogy bait, and the new magazines. So their added bonus is that they are only a month behind the general population back in the states. It’s not the first rodeo for most of the guys rotating in, so getting back in the game is pretty easy. They know where we eat, sleep, and work, where the showers and the laundry are located. The only thing they have to get caught up on is our topsy-turvy timetable.

Anyway…. Welcome aboard, and showers are over there.

- J

Thanks to Rudy’s BBQ in Austin TX.

Some Say Tent, I Say Box

Lets talk about living in a Tent versus a Box.

A Box is small, about 120 square feet. It has its own air conditioner, room for two bunk beds, and two stand up lockers. It has a door. It is elevated above the ground, so not a lot of bugs crawling in your room, such as scorpions, camel spiders and ants. There are three Boxes made out of one trailer, so you share walls. The Box is hard wired 220v. (I think America is the only country not 220v. Why? In Kindergarten they told me we were all going metric. I’m still waiting. I guess it’s nice to be different?).

[J- See voltage history here and here. Metrication controversy article is located here. – ed.]

4 Likely Suspects on the Movie Set on LocationAnyway, back to the Box. A Box has its own air conditioner. It’s like your own personal oasis; a cold dark cave in a world of 115 degree Fahrenheit (46 degree Celsius) sand tsunamis. A Box does not have water. It’s a dry Box. A wet Box does have water, including a sink, shower and toilet. (A wet Box is better than a dry Box …… but I digress). A Box has a window - you don’t use the window. In fact, you tape over the window so you cannot see outside. It makes the cave that much cooler since we all sleep during the day.

The Box is awesome. It’s your home away from home. The Box is insulated for both sound and temperature. Outside the Box it’s 115 degrees, inside the Box it’s 68 degrees. (Do the math - inside is better.) When you get in the Box you really don’t want to leave the Box. It’s basically a really quite dark cold place, in the middle of a really bright sandy hot place.

A Tent is about 800 square feet. It has an air conditioner. It is roomy. Scratch that. With 8-10 guys in the Tent, it isn’t roomy. It comes with its own bathroom, except it is located 100 meters away from the Tent. A Tent has a door with a zipper. The zipper is loud. A zipper is good for jeans, but it isn’t good as a door.

We sleep during the day. Inside the Tent it is 70 degrees (nice), outside the Tent it is 115 degrees. When the electricity goes out or the air conditioner shuts down, the temperature outside the Tent seems cooler than the temperature inside Tent. The walls in a Tent are thin almost like canvas - no, exactly like canvas. Canvas is good for making tennis shoes. It’s not such a good material for a bedroom wall.

The Tent does have noise installation; it is called “earplugs”. The Tent sways back and fourth in the wind making nice white noise, kind of like a baseball bat hitting your skull. There is a lot of dust in the Tent. Dust is bad. You really don’t want to walk around a Tent in your bare feet. Tents have holes in them, and holes let things in. “Things” are also known as: camel spiders, scorpions, ants and one of the worst enemies, sunlight.

In a Box you have a bed to sleep on. In a Tent you have a cot to sleep on. We were lucky. We had a hybrid - a cot with a mattress on it. It was good as long as the mattress stayed on the cot. That meant don’t lean too much to any one side or you could end up on the ground, in the dust, with the bugs.

Bottom Line; Boxes are better than Tents - J

Horror In The Chow Hall

OK, as a matter of review. You join the military. You go through schooling to teach you to fire an M-16, execute military tactics, and all other things military (reference Rambo). Then you find yourself with orders in hand, deploying to some place like the Middle East. You’re excited, a little bit apprehensive, but are willing to do your duty for God and Country.

The deployment date comes and you’re packed up with all the military gear you can carry. You kiss your loved ones goodbye and head off to face the enemy. After a long journey across an ocean, you arrive in some place like the Middle East, unpack your kit bag, report to your unit, and you’re ready to put all your efforts forth to defeat the enemy.

You meet your commander, then your NCO. Your job is critical to defeating the enemy. Your assignment is to wear a funny white hat, the kind you would wear while working at a fast food restaurant, and to ensure that military personnel arriving at the chow hall wash their hands, are not wearing Petzels, are not wearing sunglasses around their neck or on their head, and are wearing a reflective belt. THIS WILL DEFEAT THE ENEMY. I believe the cold war might have gone the other way if the Russians had understood this military tactic.

No matter what base you are on here, there are people whose job it is to run around and see that you are wearing a reflective belt, or god forbid, you try to bring a thermos into the chow hall in order to steal their precious stockpile of ice, taking 5 ice cubes at a time. It is literally insane.

These funny-white-hat-servicepeople live inside the wire and have no idea what happens on the other side. I’m sure they believe it’s total chaos on the outside, where people eat with the incorrect uniform, without reflective belts, or with Petzel lights hanging around their necks. Think of the horror.

Here’s a funny image. Imagine that you come back from a real mission, sweaty and disgusting, and you have 15 minutes before the chow-hall closes. Your biggest concern becomes hoping that your uniform will meet the standards of some Sergeant Major with nothing to do but check his email and check for uniform violations.

This is part of the war that isn’t broadcast on CNN or FOX; “The Horror of the Uniform Police”. It is truly a victory for every adolescent that was a Hall Monitor in school. Their assignment hasn’t changed, and it is still the same dork uniform. If it wasn’t so painful and pityful it would be funny.

-J

Pastimes on Gilligan’s Island (Oops, locations are classified!)

Forward Firebase Red SweatshirtAlright. The last time we were out here the entertainment was The Sopranos. We would have “together-time” watching the series. A bunch of pilots sitting around glued to the TV, wondering who the hell Tony was going to swack next. And as all good times must come to an end, we have likewise watched the unfulfilling melancholy end to that series.

This time out we have an infatuation with a series called Rescue Me. It is shown on FX Channel back home. It stars Dennis Leary, who is in the FDNY, and it is set in the years following 911. It goes through the loss of their buddies in the World Trade Center attack, and how the firemen in his house cope with the loss and constant memory of 911. It is the most dysfunctional show I have ever seen; alcoholism, drug abuse, divorce, loose morals, chubby chasing, and hallucination. Caligula had nothing on this show. We enjoy watching it because it makes our lives over here almost seem normal. We have blown through the first three seasons, and have preordered the 4th season which will be released in early June.

The other shows we are watching - mostly individually are the Lost series (ABC), 24, and I just ordered the first three seasons of The Shield.

Here’s a little side note. I ordered the three seasons of The Shield two weeks ago. I received my conformation email the next day and shipping date showed as that next day. Here is where the mail over here enters the picture. I received season three within the week. But I have not received season one or two yet. THEY WERE ALL SHIPPED THE SAME DAY! Now what do we do? Go ahead and watch season three? Or wait for the arrival of the first two seasons, with a delivery date of “WHO THE HELL KNOWS”???? (Any and all suggestions should be sent to the editor as soon as possible.)

When we are not flying, or getting ready to fly, or fighting amongst ourselves during the workday, our pastimes here consist of working out, reading, or watching DVDs and Armed Forces Network (AFN American Forces Network ® is a registered trademark of the U.S. Department of Defense.).

[J – The AFN Iraq web site reminds me of a poster from one of the weekly concerts I attended at the original Kinetic Playground in Chicago back in the '60s. Hope you guys are taking it a little easier than back in those days. – ed]

We actually watched Oprah last night for almost 15 minutes until one of the pilots said that Oprah has mind control over all her female audiences, and that if she told his mother and sister to kill all her male relatives, he and his father would most certainly be dead. We quickly changed the channel so we wouldn’t be pulled in by her Jedi Mind Tricks. (Dr. Phil is just the male version of the Oprah).

Back to the topic; work out, shower, sleep, fly, watch DVDs, AFN, read, fight with each other, email, fight with each other, and complain. But the beauty is that as dysfunctional a family as we are here, we are nowhere near the level of dysfunction as the family of that freaking firehouse in Rescue Me. You all should watch Rescue Me, but start at season one. And no matter how screwed up you think your family is, you will come out thinking you have perfect nuclear family.

And if you are reading this RON FERGIE - the FBI is looking for you. Anyone who has time should email my Army buddy who is currently on set filming Broke Back Mountain 2.

- J

Memorial Day from the BOX

Memorial Day is a United States Federal holiday observed on the last Monday of May (in 2008 on May 26). Formerly known as Decoration Day, it commemorates U.S. men and women who perished while in military service to their country. First enacted to honor Union soldiers of the American Civil War, it was expanded after World War I to include casualties of any war or military action.

What it means to Most Americans:

  • Three day weekend,
  • Extra day to sleep in,
  • BBQ & beer,
  • Begining of summer,
  • Girls in bikinis,
  • INDY 500.

What it means to US in the BOX:

  • Thinking about Brothers in Arms that have made the Ultimate Sacrifice for our freedom.
  • NO emails because everybody back home is to busy BBQ-ing and celebrating the three day weekend.
  • Just another work day.
  • Thinking about another three day weekend we missed.
  • Wishing that the three day weekend back home would hurry up and get over with so we don’t have to look at an empty email box again.

Strong || Army Strong (UNCLASSIFIED)

Army Strong Hooooah!!!

Photos Seeking Emails

See details on the following post. Click on the photo for a live email link.

[J - see if we can make these live video chat links. -ed ]

Seeking Pen Pals for Single Pilots In The Desert

There is no couples-matching service out here. My two buddies Trey and D.T. are single pilots, trying to find love in all the wrong places. (It’s a foreign desert with lots of wrong places.) Both are graduates of the Naval Academy, former jocks, and in their late 20’s. D.T. was Football, Trey was Baseball.

So any woman looking to meet one or two great guys, please feel free to email them. Please email them and get them off my back. Thanks. – J

[J- There were some instant photo-responders. Thought that it would be good to pass one of them along immediately. Must be serious possibilities. -- ed]