Finishing up

One of my last nights in Afghanistan. Just chilling, talking outside the coffee shop and we met some brits. One had this new grenade launcher so I grabbed a picture. Note it looks like there is a little gun on the front of this rifle. That is the grenade launcher. It is removable if you want to use it by itself. Some U.S. SWAT and other teams use them. Just thought it was cool.

Here is us getting on the plane out of the Stan. Just trying to give you some idea of how big it is. I was one of the last ones on. When I got in, 6 of us didn't have seats. They said they were going to have to leave us 6. I lost all control. I started looking all over for a seat. THere were plenty of seats (a lot of bags were on seats that just got put on the ground) However, for like 30 seconds I was very concerned. I made it out though, so no worries.
Here is me about to get on the plane. This picture doesn't do justice for how excited I am.

I am currently residing in Manas, Kyrgystan. I stopped here on the way in you may remember.

End of an Era

I am writing this entry as a farewell to Afghanistan. It will likely be my last entry form this country. I wanted to thank my family and friends for all the support they have given me and my fellow servicemen and women, these past months. It truly has been an honor and a pleasure to serve my country and alongside my fellows. As much as I miss my family I will certainly miss this place somewhat. I could talk for hours on the problems and trouble here but the reality is that I have grown fond of some aspects of life in Afghanistan. I suppose there is something positive about the what we did here to feel that way.

One interesting thing I have seen here is how many people figure things out in their life when away from everything else. Certainly for some, being away from family and home and being around the troubles here distracts them from what is important. However, it is truly surprising how many individuals get their lives back in step with where they want it to be. Many are able to sift through the chaff and prioritize the important goals in their lives. A great man once said (I'm paraphrasing here) war makes some men hard and callous, while it makes others grateful for what they have. I am truly more grateful for my family and our freedoms being out here.

Lastly I wanted to thank you again. As Shakespeare wrote: "we few, we precious few" for those who read with me on this blog shall forever be my brothers. Thanks for sharing this wonderful experience with me and I hope to see many of you in the near future.

Mike

Osprey Trip

The other day I finally got to ride in the osprey. We flew all over the area of operation. It was a long day but I got some cool pictures and had a great time. The best part is that apparently we were the first Osprey to do a 30 degree take off here. They just got cleared to do them and I happened to be on board. 30 degrees may not sound like much but it is powerful. Well, there is a strap around your waist, connected to a bolt in the floor so you can't fall out the back of the bird. However, I was not ready when they did their first 30 degree take off and was standing up. Well, when they took off I hit the floor. I didn't get hurt but it was pretty funny. I lay there unable to move, (because the force was so strong) just laughing.

Here is a picture of a waterway in the 'Stan. Didn't know they had that here, it is so bleak everywhere else. There were actual green areas (farms mostly) in parts we flew over. I was so surprised. This picture was taken looking out the back of the Osprey. We flew with the back open all day.

Me in front of the back of the Osprey. Note the crewmember putting gas in - like we just pulled into Chevron back home. While this system is slightly more complex, refueling here follows the same basic principles as filling up your car.

Me looking out the back in flight. You can't see the horizon but take my word for it we were up in the air. It was a great time to say the least.

Capt. Scotti had a birthday out here. We were able to talk a Gurkha into giving us his Kukhri knife. Scotti liked it (I think) and showed us his best pirate face. The Marine Corps, after all, has a strong naval tradition. For the party we blew up rubber gloves for balloons and strung bandages for streamers. It was what we had in the BAS left. I think everyone had a good time.

Fun in the 'Stan

Tactical grater in the background, motivated Marines in the foreground. Money, all around. We went out to see the Marines "getting some" one day. I love being around them. They work so hard and take pride in what they do. One has to say "Semper Fidelis".

Our Marines building an extension to a runway. Note the birds in the background.

A picture is worth a thousand words. I wish I knew the 1000 words these guys were saying.

So in the British coffee shop, just shooting the breeze, Scotti looks up and says "I don't believe it, it's Ollie North". I didn't realize he was on a first name basis. We went up to the Colonel and asked for a picture. Lewis said "Sir does this get old, taking pictures with Marines?" The former embattled leader said "No, I love to be around heroes". No matter what anyone says about him he will be classy to me.

So the other day these 2 Lieutenants wanted to practice putting I.V.'s in each other. It is actually a good skill to know and since we are not so busy I had them over. Our resident expert Corpsman showed them good techniques and helped them through it. Both did a great job and got the needles into the vein in each of their first tries. Very impressive. Here are some other photos from the event. I left the extra bloody ones out for the faint of heart. No, nobody got a purple heart for this.

Mckillop, though bloody, still very proud (and rightly so) of his phlebotomic handiwork. Partridge did cringe at first but toughed it out in the end.

Partridge and Capt. Scotti (he came over to get one because he thought it would give him more energy for his workout) making funny faces. Note the writing on the wall. That is not a joke. During a heat casualty we use that to get an accurate temperature. It is also a good deterrent for Marines that come into the BAS with attitude.

Scotti and I living the I.V. dream.

Random Pics

I was looking at pictures I didn't think I had posted already.

Below is a British friend who was going home. He gave me his Beret to wear for the picture and keep For-ev-er. He is a cool kid. Raised in the U.S., moved to England after a girl, became a nurse, a citizen and joined the English Army. Cool kid.

This picture is a throwback from those old pictures of men working on the Empire State Building. These hard-working Marines are about to finish work on a magnificant airstrip, months in the making.

Sweet laceration we saw the other day. The best part was that this guy was seen the next day in the gym. He was lifting a barbell with this hand, like we wanted the stitches to bust. Let's just say Dr. Tucker was less than kind when he saw him and expressed his displeasure succinctly.