1) Sunrise. 2) We're bigger than you. 4) Tail gun view. 5) Beautiful sunset over the tents and crappers.

Washing laundry in the sink!

So lets see....Just when things get comfortable, the Army shut off all of the personal laundry posts. Great. Here is their reasoning. Due to the surge of incoming people...we need to conserve water on base (since all the water is trucked in). Now what they want us to do is take our laundry to the on base laundry service which is a three day turnaround. Not to mention that the ha-gi counts out each sock and pair of boxers infront of God and everyone to make sure they return with the same amount that you gave them (which is ultimately a good thing). But after standing in line for thirty minutes, it just gets a bit retarded. Damit, my mom taught me how to do my own laundry for a reason....

What they failed to mention is that they got a new contractor that is only bringing in half of the amount of water per day that the old contractor was.....thanks for being honest.

anyway....I went to Kuwait City the other day to drop off one of our squadron mates at the airport. It was kind of good to realize that there is a world outside of a camp in the middle of the desert. I was amazed at the similarities to the States. Food court, parking tickets in the garages, police cars are even black and white and are Ford caprice classic for God's sake!

Finally!

Top) Cheerleaders keeping us sane. Second) Retruning from a mission. Next) Notice I am still sportin the stache.....she didn't seem to mind. Last) Waiting to ride on Bucky (what we call our helicopter) as a passenger instead of flying it.

Freaking government...

So I just realized that I can't post pictures from this govenment internet cafe.....I will post the pictures that match my last post as soon as I can!

Moral Boost

I, as a member of the armed forces of the United States put myself in harms way. I fly Army bubbas to and from wherever....I land on ships in the middle of the ocean. I even fly the ocasional Air Force lacky where they need to go. I may be a glorified air taxi with guns...but damit I deserved this mission. War is hell. (notice the professional Cheerleaders all around us....hows that for harms way...sweet!)

Trailer Park

So....I never thought I would be so happy to move into a trailer. First three weeks here...living in a 100 man tent, slept on a cot...man that was sweet. Then we moved into hooches...imagine a bunk bed setting....lockers...kinda like toothpicks stacked in the corner of a box. Well now we are living big time. which leads me to my next point:

Top 10 reasons my trailer is sweeter than yours:
10. When I break someting...Hagi fixes it right away (this gives him job security)
9. I get revli played at 0600 over a loud speaker (I hate that).
8. Speaker also plays taps in case you are retarded and forget to go to bed.
7. Carpet.
6. Fridge.
5. Microwave.
4. Only one roomate vice three.
3. Much closer walk to work.
2. My own shitter and shower.
1. No more mishaps while trying to pee in a bottle because you can't make it to the nearest bathroom 200 yards away!

Mission Picts

Top) Flying in formation on our way to get the job done. Bottom) Spinning on the ground ready for an early morning launh.

Body Armor

Whats up world? Not much is new. Here is something....since I never hang out with anyone other than the same people.....not much happens. I would have to say however, that I am pretty good of thinking of stuff to entertain myslef. For example....I want to know how good my body armor is. Although I am willing to try being shot from close range, (to gaurente a hit in a protected spot)...that probably wouldn't be a good idea. So instead I am going to have one of my friends give me a running kick to the chest just to see what it feels like....I mean it's protective gear right? Don't worry mom...I will wear a helmet.