We’ve been talking about it for a while. Yesterday, it finally happened.
We packed up our things, gassed up our MRAPS (armored vehicles) and moved our entire unit from Bagram Air Field to Forward Operating Base Morales-Frazier in Nijrab district.
At Bagram, I lived in a B-hut. (It’s a little plywood shack with dividers inside, like office cubicles.) It wasn’t much, but I had a solid roof and a modest amount of storage space, plus the illusion of privacy.
That’s all gone now. At Morales-Frazier, we’ve packed ourselves like sardines inside small cloth tents. Since space is such a premium, we’re also double-bedding, meaning that we’re sleeping in bunk-beds. I have a five-and-a-half-foot space to live in and share with another person. (For the record, most prison cells are usually four feet by eight.)
If a commissioned officer is sleeping in bunk beds and sharing a 5-foot living space, you can only imagine what sacrifices our junior enlisted troops are making.
After finding a place to cram all of my stuff, I went to go meet my French Public Affairs and Information Operation counterparts. They gave me a tour of their workspace, and told me a bit about how they operate. I was glad to see how many people they had dedicated to performing all of the various tasks that I am trying to perform single-handedly. I offered my services as as PAO; they say they may use me to do English voice-overs for their news products. I like that idea … I’m goin’ interNATIONAL, baby!
After meeting my new French friends, I did some laundry and talked to Muna for a bit. She got her car out of the body shop today (after she struck a deer a couple of weeks ago.) I asked her to take my car to the same body shop and get a quote. If I’m lucky, I can return from the ‘stan to a new paint job.