Bored: Hello world? I am now officially bored. Before I was just bored, now it’s official. I want to be home nowwww! I’ve worn out the heels of my boots clicking them together and chanting: “there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.” It’s not really that bad. No matter how long or short a mission, you always want it to be over sooner, and get impatient the last bit of time. We’re using our normal Summer Camp time which is usually 14 days total (oops, I mean AT (Annual Training); er, make that ECT (Extended Combat Training); um, or whatever we’ll be calling it next),. As you can see from the title, this one will be a little longer than a fortnight – we are doing 14-days BOG (Boots On Ground), so total time is 18 days. Not sure if we actually talk to our replacements, or get to shake hands, or just wave to them on the road as we pass. I’m 90% packed already. There are always some items that you leave for the last minute, or think of at the last minute. Oddly, those 10% of the items take up 50% of the room.
Rain and clothing: Um, yeah, about that rain the other day? The current generation of “all purpose camouflage uniform” has what are basically desert boots. Y’know, a desert? that place where it never rains? I think I finally got them dried out. Good thing I brought 2 pairs. Experience has taught me to bring back-ups of everything. Experience also taught me to wrap all my stuff in plastic bags, which I did. Except I left open the one I was using for laundry bag and it was right under the open tent flap. Didn’t want it moldering away in my duffel bag for 3-5 days, so did a wash (and especially a dry) this morning.
We wear tan t-shirts to go with the gray-green-tan camouflage uniforms. They show even with the blouse on, and especially show with it off. Used to be brown t-shirts, which went with the green-and-brown woodland pattern camouflage – in the Army, we’re big on accessorizing. I still have a few of those, which are still regulation. At that time, were also required to have matching brown undershorts. Even the Army realized that was carrying accessorizing too far, but I have a handful left. One finally disintegrated while here. I buried it with full military honors. Difficult, as the ground is still muddy. For such a parched-looking place, the soil doesn’t hold much water. Don’t know if there’s a lot of clay, or a high water table, or just too packed. Opinions please, from anyone who might know…
Pix: Haven’t taken many. I already have too many “Army” photos, and haven’t been out around the country that much. We are going to collect all the photos that everyone took and pool them. When that happens, I’ll post the most interesting.
- Some of the folks were talking about an Army Reserve Chaplain back home who is a Corporate Lawyer in his civilian job. Talk about yin-and-yang, or god and the devil warring in one body.
- One of the cooks sings as people line up for dinner. He has a great voice, but not quite as good at carrying a tune as he thinks. Still, makes a tiny spot of amusement during the day.
- A gentle reader sent me a factoid about poverty in the US (to contrast with here). Ninety percent of poor people in the US have a TV, computer access, A/C, and MP-3 player. Still sucks to be poor, but sucks less in US than Haiti.
- As to why a rainy tropical island seems to be desert-like around here (what with cacti and all), one of the weather guys explained it to me. The weather patterns come from the southeast, and we’re on the northwest side of the mountains, so most of the rain hits the other side of the island. Except for rare thunder bursts like yesterday. And the one today. Fortunately I had the sense to close all the tent flaps before it really got going, so neither me nor the inside of the tent got wet.