Sunday, March 07, 2004
Depressurizing
Yesterday, I caught a bus from Camp Victory--essentially a tent city in the middle of Palm Spri--er, I mean, the Kuwaiti desert, down to the Rear Echelon Nirvana of Camp Doha--the theatre-level logistical support base in Kuwait, where they actually have a full-size PX and an honest-to-God minimall, complete with a Pizza Inn, a Hardee's, a Baskin-Robbins, a KFC, a Subway, a respectable library, a car dealership (you pick your new car, truck, or motorcycle up in the States, and save on taxes, apparently), and some Kuwaiti-owned blanket, watch, and jewelry stores.
They even have some of the lower enlisted ladies in civilian clothes looking for all the world like 'mall-rats' back in the U.S.
I felt like Robin Williams discovering the coffee aisle in Moscow on the Hudson.
Oh, and while there, I rubbed shoulders with Australians, New Zealanders (with the kiwi patches on their arms), Hungarians, and the Ulster Brigade from the Royal Armed Forces (with the little orange hand on a tiny patch on their left shoulder.)
Most precious moment: sitting down at the food court with some of my troops.
"Well, guys, are we depressurizing?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Are we slowly getting reacquainted with, you know, life in the real world? Getting ready to transition?"
"Hooah!"
"How's the KFC?"
"Not good. The f*&$ing haji m*#&#$f*&$^#$er at the counter f*$(ed up my f@%#&ing order. I wanted to shoot his @&#^8ing A$$."
"Ah."
Splash, out
Jason
They even have some of the lower enlisted ladies in civilian clothes looking for all the world like 'mall-rats' back in the U.S.
I felt like Robin Williams discovering the coffee aisle in Moscow on the Hudson.
Oh, and while there, I rubbed shoulders with Australians, New Zealanders (with the kiwi patches on their arms), Hungarians, and the Ulster Brigade from the Royal Armed Forces (with the little orange hand on a tiny patch on their left shoulder.)
Most precious moment: sitting down at the food court with some of my troops.
"Well, guys, are we depressurizing?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Are we slowly getting reacquainted with, you know, life in the real world? Getting ready to transition?"
"Hooah!"
"How's the KFC?"
"Not good. The f*&$ing haji m*#&#$f*&$^#$er at the counter f*$(ed up my f@%#&ing order. I wanted to shoot his @&#^8ing A$$."
"Ah."
Splash, out
Jason
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