This Old House

I've made it one of my goals while being deployed to make it a point to complain as little as possible, both in my blogging and in my day to day business. That being said, I'd like to preface the following blog (and hopefully all others to follow) by saying that I attempt to write somewhat tongue-in-cheek if you will, because otherwise I'd be even more bored with my own writing than I already am. So what follows is not meant to be a complaint, but rather more of an observation of the way things are in these parts.

To begin, several people were requesting pictures of the living conditions here. Not finding the outside of a plywood box all that interesting to photograph, I skipped any outdoor pictures and elected instead to just to put up a few of the inside of my little hut. The space is small, about 8'x10' or so, but it holds everything I brought with me, plus a little extra floor space, so I'm pretty darn happy with it. And other than sleeping and maybe reading a book or surfing the net, I don't spend much time here since I share the building with 7 other dudes and it's quiet hours around the clock to accommodate our different schedules. So without further ado, I give you, "El Palacio Del Amor"

The Front Entrance

The decorations were left up by the last occupant, so just in case I'm here until this Christmas, no decorating required.

The South Wall

Reppin' strong for P-Town. Purple Pride.

 The West Wall

Not much to say here.

The North Wall

Where I lay my head at night.

So there you have it. Not much to shout about but I'm pretty stoked up on it. Word is we'll be moving into a more permanent type living space pretty soon, but apparently they've been saying that for a long time, so we'll see what comes of that.

I know in my last post I wrote about the horrors of not actually having unlimited soft serve available which was a major morale blow. All in all though, the chow hall has provided a decent selection of food. However, there has been some major slip-ups in recent weeks. In particular my inability to speak the Pashtun or Dari has left me unable to communicate to the omelette/scramble man that he needs to learn how to turn up the heat on the grill. Since I'm a newbie still, I'm flying the early lines in the morning, which means that midnight meal is usually my breakfast. Due to the lack of breakfast options available at midnight meal, I usually elect to get the ham and cheese scramble from the alleged grill-master they've got working here. I've taken to the scramble since the omelette choice was usually left with the inside of the omelette still undercooked. But even with the scramble, there's still always some amount of undercooked egg left in the scramble. Its obvious that the grill isn't hot enough, made evident by the lack of "sizzle" whenever the man lays down more egg batter. So if anyone learns how to say "Please turn your grill up hotter because the eggs are undercooked" in Pashtun or Dari, please let me know. I'd be most grateful. But more than just the egg situation, they attempt to be just downright sneaky in the service of some of their food. Case in point, last week, due to the lack of ice cream, I was in search of some other dessert treat to satisfy my sweet tooth. Lo and behold, what did I see but a nice young server with a platter of what looked to be cupcakes with a bit of whipped frosting on top. Full of joy and happiness at the sight, I snagged one as a finisher to my meal. Now I may be young-ish still, but I've been around the block a few times and I know when someone's trying to pull a fast one with my baked goods. You can imagine my horror as I bit into said cupcake to find that the cake portion of this cupcake was not just your standard cake. Call me crazy, but they can't look me in the eye and tell me that they didn't unwrap the individually plastic wrapped Otis Spunkmeyer muffins from breakfast, smear it with a bit of frosting and pass it off as a cupcake! I was shocked. I know what a chocolate Otis Spunkmeyer muffin looks and tastes like and here they were, trying to pass it off as a cupcake. Sigh......war is hard.

On a much brighter note, a highlight to my week was connecting with an old buddy/roommate from college out on the flightline. Ol' Ryan Dewey (or Ry-Ry as I prefer) has been in and out of my base multiple times in his 130 and we had been trying to figure out a way to match up. I felt like a clown, walking up to other airplanes out on the ramp that looked like his model, asking the crew if there was a Ryan Dewey flying their plane. Just as I was about to give up and head back to my hut the other day, there I saw that sweet sweet C-130 coming in on final in all its glory. With hopes raised again, I waited on the taxiway for it to roll on by. Sure enough, as it taxied on by, there was my boy Ry-Ry, waving at me from the left seat. They continued to taxi to their parking spot where, once they were shut down, a reunion nothing short of magical commenced. All the way from the Villa Maria 2C days, to the epicness that was the Haggerty 214 team, to hanging down in the dirty Del Rio, and now in the glory of Afghanistan. Epic.

Well that about does it once again. Time to hit the gym before hitting the hay. Until next time...

We're Not In Kansas Anymore

I arrived safely into country several days ago and have been getting situated and in-processed since then. Unfortunately had to part ways in Kyrgyzstan with my flying partner from training, but still rolling with another great crew of dudes. I was completely heartbroken to find that life wasn't all sunshine and rainbows over here, as my hopes that there would be unlimited free soft serve were quickly shattered. Fortunately, my time in Kyrgyzstan did give me one crack at their free soft serve, so I took advantage of my time there. As evidenced by the picture, it wasn't the highest quality soft serve, so its probably better that there's none here now.

However, as a small reprieve, I was pleased to discover that several days a week in the dining facility (DFAC), there are individually scooped frozen dairy delights, so all is not completely lost. I've heard its more than my compadres in the south have available, so I count my blessings. And while I'm on the topic, its worth noting that the food served thus far has been top notch under the circumstances. Quality fresh fruits and vegetables, a wide selection of entrees, and some coffee labeled "strong coffee" that gives motor oil a run for its money. Its quite the stuff.

Currently, the mustache is still exploring, trying to get a good solid foundation built for itself. Its really got some great potential, it just needs to get its legs underneath it to get some good, full development. I'm convinced that my ability to grow facial hair, although rivaling that of an adolescent, is but a minor speed bump on what will otherwise be a smooth road to seeing this mustache through to full bodied growth. Its kind of more in a "Diego Mustache" phase at the moment. But just like a caterpillar patiently transforms, so will my hard work. So fly away sweet butterfly, fly away...

And finally, speaking of good music, big shout out to Than Neese and Steven Duck for the top notch album recommendations. If you haven't heard it before, give the album "Every Kingdom" by Ben Howard a listen. A tip of the hat to Than Neese for that little gem. Also bringing it strong was Steezen Duck's less well known but none the less impressive recommendation of the album "Simple Man" by San Diego based The Calico Kids, a group of some Point Loma grads. With sounds reminiscent of The Clientele and Mumford and Sons, it was a welcome surprise. Music recommendations are still accepted and appreciated.


I don't really need anything, but if you didn't catch my address the first time around and wanted it, here it is again:

1Lt Brett Turner
455EOG/4ERS
BAF
APO, AE 09354

That's all for now.



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