Winding Down

The convoy out of the fire base was different than I’ve become used to. Instead of a 5 or more vehicle convoy, with every American vehicle armed with at least a .50 or 40mm, my rides were two rickety HMMWVs armed with thirty calibers. At our halfway point at Bagram, the mechanics told the driver of my vehicle that it couldn’t be driven back to Black Horse, while the other vehicle had leaked a huge puddle of oil on the ground in the few minutes we’d been stopped.

We drove back anyway.

I’d been told I would be on Chalk 2, but they is not correct. I in fact will be flying directly back to Fort Benning. I am hoping this means I will be out of uniform soonest. In the meantime, I apparently will be running patrols. Grant jubilantly told me that he’d spoken with Sergeant Kewell, and so we could be kept out of tower duty until we left. He was so happy about it, I didn’t mention that I would have preferred nice, safe, utterly boring tower guard for my last few duty days in country!

I will apparently fly out the first week of May.