I did a word count, and this blog comes in at 16,654 words. If you read the entire blog, THANK YOU for following me on my adventurous journeys to, thru and from Afghanistan. This blog proved to be a cathartic outlet for me during my entire journey. While I stayed positive on the many events that I covered, the reality is that were many days that were highly stressful or frustrating for us. But, alas we are now in a place where people get fired for writing about too much on their weblogs. So, while I consider this blog of my tour to be very real it is also a self-censored one in which significant components must be left out for either OPSEC or professional career reasons. Still, this journal provides the reader with a very good glimpse into the life of an American airman and his service contributions within a foreign war zone.
The Numbers
A numbers count of events during my tour:
0 – Number of days off
2 – Deployments in my career (Operation Desert Storm in Kuwait and Operation Enduring Freedom in Afghanistan)
3 – Medals earned (Air Force Expeditionary with gold border, Global War on Terrorism and Afghanistan Campaign)
4 – Rocket Mortar attacks
5 – Countries visited
11.5 – Hours Afghanistan time zone is ahead of California time zone
16 – Hours per day I averaged at work
17 – Soldiers killed in Afghanistan during my stay
20 – Combat Rescue saves we achieved during September
49 – Days in Afghanistan
55 – Days on this OEF deployment
One last point – during my tour, 17 fellow Americans did not make the journey home alive from Afghanistan. I am grateful to have served, yet also count my blessings that I am still here to write about this dangerous adventure. I have done my duty for our country by serving in the two great wars of my generation – Operation Desert Storm in Kuwait and Operation Enduring Freedom in Afghanistan. It is now time to hang up the hat, enjoy life a little and let the next generation take over the reins. To each one of my readers – let’s get together over the next few weeks and celebrate!
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
DAY 55: California, here we come!
Thu, 20 October 2005
We enjoy a nice breakfast in the hotel and the morning starts off great with the warm South Carolina morning. But, I forget that this is Charleston AFB and things immediately start going down the wrong path again. Base transportation cannot support us – or so they say – so we need to get our own taxi to the front gate. Then the aircrew is not due in to arrive until a certain time – without the aircrew to open up the plane, the amount of time required to load the cargo will definitely delay the takeoff. God – I have to go on another rampage regarding the ineptitude of this operation. Finally, someone notifies the aircrew loadmasters to arrive early and we finally start the cargo loading on to the new aircraft. I brief all key personnel on the load plan – the one I developed in submitting for this mission weeks ago. Finally, I think back on how many changes occurred and we are somewhere around Plan P – around 15 changes to the original itinerary!
Riding the Tail
Because of the close proximity of the helicopter’s tail to the C-17 ceiling, one of us has to ride the tail during unloading/loading to ensure it does not scrape the ceiling. For the loading portion, it was my turn and the Charleston crew looked up in amazement as I sat up there. In a bit of a twist, we actually moved faster on the upload and the load was completed in just about one hour. Finally, a retired couple we had talked to in the terminal comes aboard and we buckle down ready for departure.
Homeward Bound
Amazingly, one thing happens right during our stay here in Charleston – we depart EARLY. The flight is uneventful and we arrive home at 1800L. The loadmaster opens the rear ramp and the setting sun glows into our compartment as we taxi on the tarmac. I’m elated to see my home base's big three hangars – what a wonderful sight to behold on our long journey. We download the cargo and by 1930L we’re almost complete. We all need to return to the base in the morning to formally out process and complete the deployment. As we depart, I congratulate each of my load team members on a job well done. My mission is essentially complete and we’re basically done except for some paperwork – woohoo!
Locke’s Birthday
I get a hold of Locke and we have a late dinner at Red Robin’s – it’s his birthday and we have a great celebration! A cool way to cap off a deployment and long journey home…
We enjoy a nice breakfast in the hotel and the morning starts off great with the warm South Carolina morning. But, I forget that this is Charleston AFB and things immediately start going down the wrong path again. Base transportation cannot support us – or so they say – so we need to get our own taxi to the front gate. Then the aircrew is not due in to arrive until a certain time – without the aircrew to open up the plane, the amount of time required to load the cargo will definitely delay the takeoff. God – I have to go on another rampage regarding the ineptitude of this operation. Finally, someone notifies the aircrew loadmasters to arrive early and we finally start the cargo loading on to the new aircraft. I brief all key personnel on the load plan – the one I developed in submitting for this mission weeks ago. Finally, I think back on how many changes occurred and we are somewhere around Plan P – around 15 changes to the original itinerary!
Riding the Tail
Because of the close proximity of the helicopter’s tail to the C-17 ceiling, one of us has to ride the tail during unloading/loading to ensure it does not scrape the ceiling. For the loading portion, it was my turn and the Charleston crew looked up in amazement as I sat up there. In a bit of a twist, we actually moved faster on the upload and the load was completed in just about one hour. Finally, a retired couple we had talked to in the terminal comes aboard and we buckle down ready for departure.
Homeward Bound
Amazingly, one thing happens right during our stay here in Charleston – we depart EARLY. The flight is uneventful and we arrive home at 1800L. The loadmaster opens the rear ramp and the setting sun glows into our compartment as we taxi on the tarmac. I’m elated to see my home base's big three hangars – what a wonderful sight to behold on our long journey. We download the cargo and by 1930L we’re almost complete. We all need to return to the base in the morning to formally out process and complete the deployment. As we depart, I congratulate each of my load team members on a job well done. My mission is essentially complete and we’re basically done except for some paperwork – woohoo!
Locke’s Birthday
I get a hold of Locke and we have a late dinner at Red Robin’s – it’s his birthday and we have a great celebration! A cool way to cap off a deployment and long journey home…
DAY 54: Let’s do the Charleston
Wed, 19 October 2005
0400L – again. This time, it’s just me and I make the call back to base. We’re informed of a 1200L showtime. So, I leave a note on my door and let the folks sleep in. I doze back off and then head for breakfast around 0700L. This hotel is absolutely wonderful. Just as our dinner two nights ago was superb, so was breakfast with both European-styled continental breakfast along with an American-style eggs and sausage/bacon breakfast. I naturally opt for the second version and we all enjoy a leisure breakfast and good conversation. I wish I could tell you more about some of the emergency leave pax – interesting life stories, but their jobs are classified because of the special operations mission.
Past American Icons
The hotel is comprised of several buildings that sit in a complex. I journey outside and soon discover that a mural decorates an end of each building. Each mural was beautifully painted in 2003 and portrays a past American Icon. First one up is Jayne Mansfield. Wow, she is literally spilling out of her bra – those naughty Germans! I walk around and find others including Marilyn Monroe, Neil Armstrong and Ronald Reagan. Interesting collection of building art celebrating our past American culture.
Plans G, H, I, J
Just as plans change, our departure time here has changed seven times. The aircrew that we thought we had lost appears at our hotel and informs us that they will be flying – but there’s a delay. I call back to the base and find out otherwise. Back and forth we go, until I’m informed that we should board the shuttle I had arranged earlier. We pick up some lunch at Subway and Taco Bell and head for the pax terminal. It’s official – the aircrew changed our mission itinerary and we are now heading for Charleston AFB first. I inform the emergency leave pax of the change – it would be best to get off here since Charleston Intl Airport would be just across the runway and they could get flights to their final destinations (Omaha, Austin, Fayetteville, NC). About 1-1/2 hours later, we board the aircraft and – voila – we finally takeoff.
Charleston AFB
When we land at Charleston AFB, things are not looking good. First, there was a miscommunication on putting an aircrew into crew rest to take over this plane during the refueling stop and fly us onward to the Moffett Field. Second, we are informed that it could take DAYS before a new mission is cut for us. Third, we now have to download the entire cargo and change planes. Okay, the chief’s and my blood pressure just zoomed – we contact all parties involved and give them a piece of our mind regarding this poor execution that is screwing up our dedicated mission and pushing numerous delays into this itinerary. Not much use – the system is too big and complex to maneuver at our level, so we depart and bed down for the night at a hotel a few miles off base and cap the night at the local Waffle House.
0400L – again. This time, it’s just me and I make the call back to base. We’re informed of a 1200L showtime. So, I leave a note on my door and let the folks sleep in. I doze back off and then head for breakfast around 0700L. This hotel is absolutely wonderful. Just as our dinner two nights ago was superb, so was breakfast with both European-styled continental breakfast along with an American-style eggs and sausage/bacon breakfast. I naturally opt for the second version and we all enjoy a leisure breakfast and good conversation. I wish I could tell you more about some of the emergency leave pax – interesting life stories, but their jobs are classified because of the special operations mission.
Past American Icons
The hotel is comprised of several buildings that sit in a complex. I journey outside and soon discover that a mural decorates an end of each building. Each mural was beautifully painted in 2003 and portrays a past American Icon. First one up is Jayne Mansfield. Wow, she is literally spilling out of her bra – those naughty Germans! I walk around and find others including Marilyn Monroe, Neil Armstrong and Ronald Reagan. Interesting collection of building art celebrating our past American culture.
Plans G, H, I, J
Just as plans change, our departure time here has changed seven times. The aircrew that we thought we had lost appears at our hotel and informs us that they will be flying – but there’s a delay. I call back to the base and find out otherwise. Back and forth we go, until I’m informed that we should board the shuttle I had arranged earlier. We pick up some lunch at Subway and Taco Bell and head for the pax terminal. It’s official – the aircrew changed our mission itinerary and we are now heading for Charleston AFB first. I inform the emergency leave pax of the change – it would be best to get off here since Charleston Intl Airport would be just across the runway and they could get flights to their final destinations (Omaha, Austin, Fayetteville, NC). About 1-1/2 hours later, we board the aircraft and – voila – we finally takeoff.
Charleston AFB
When we land at Charleston AFB, things are not looking good. First, there was a miscommunication on putting an aircrew into crew rest to take over this plane during the refueling stop and fly us onward to the Moffett Field. Second, we are informed that it could take DAYS before a new mission is cut for us. Third, we now have to download the entire cargo and change planes. Okay, the chief’s and my blood pressure just zoomed – we contact all parties involved and give them a piece of our mind regarding this poor execution that is screwing up our dedicated mission and pushing numerous delays into this itinerary. Not much use – the system is too big and complex to maneuver at our level, so we depart and bed down for the night at a hotel a few miles off base and cap the night at the local Waffle House.
DAY 53: Willkommen to Deutschland
Tue, 18 October 2005
0400L. I’m about to head out when someone knocks on my door. One of the emergency leave pax informs me that the 3 individuals that went carousing last night are not waking up. I stop over at one of the individual’s room – no matter what we tried, the soldier was COMPLETELY passed out drunk. Okay, things are looking bad. The other two have their doors locked. So, I head to the front desk and get the keys. First, we tried to wake each one up – NOT working. I then decide that we’ll bring their luggage down to save time. Next is the tough part – waking up a drunk who may punch. I soak the bathroom towels in cold water and then smother each of their faces. One finally awakens and after a few minutes he is semi-coherent enough that we move on. Second individual is in very bad shape. Eyes open, but no one’s home upstairs. Third individual has key in right hand and is cuddling the blankets. We roll him over and strip the blanket. After a few minutes, he’s also semi-coherent. Back to the second individual…he starts moving, so I lead him down the hall and ensure he’s going for the front door – a total stupor, but in the direction that I need. We finally get on the military transportation at 0435L and depart back for Spangdahlem AB.
Flight Delay
After being in hot Afghanistan for 6 weeks, I forgot that this was October and fall season in the rest of the northern hemisphere. It’s definitely cool and windy here in Germany and this morning proved it. As we arrive back to the Pax Terminal we are informed there is an 8-hour delay due to aircrew non-availability. Basically, we have our plane, our cargo, and our pax – just need someone to drive the plane. So we wait and wait. After 8 hours, the aircrew finally arrives and now Engine #2 has a problem. A part is ordered from Ramstein AB (90 miles away) and is being transferred over for the fix. As the day wears on, we are informed there is a 2200L flying curfew. At 2100L, with no part in sight I recommend that we call it a night. We had waited 16 hours in the Pax Terminal and with one hour left until curfew the likelihood of this plane taking off was about nil – a good call. We are then bused back to the same hotel – only this time the rowdy folks get some needed rest and I make a call to find out the latest status. We are notified that our departure window varies from 0600L tomorrow morning thru two days – we supposedly lost the aircrew and they are now scouring for one to replace them – ugh! An 0400L call is necessary to confirm and I instruct all that I would knock on doors if we need to leave early.
0400L. I’m about to head out when someone knocks on my door. One of the emergency leave pax informs me that the 3 individuals that went carousing last night are not waking up. I stop over at one of the individual’s room – no matter what we tried, the soldier was COMPLETELY passed out drunk. Okay, things are looking bad. The other two have their doors locked. So, I head to the front desk and get the keys. First, we tried to wake each one up – NOT working. I then decide that we’ll bring their luggage down to save time. Next is the tough part – waking up a drunk who may punch. I soak the bathroom towels in cold water and then smother each of their faces. One finally awakens and after a few minutes he is semi-coherent enough that we move on. Second individual is in very bad shape. Eyes open, but no one’s home upstairs. Third individual has key in right hand and is cuddling the blankets. We roll him over and strip the blanket. After a few minutes, he’s also semi-coherent. Back to the second individual…he starts moving, so I lead him down the hall and ensure he’s going for the front door – a total stupor, but in the direction that I need. We finally get on the military transportation at 0435L and depart back for Spangdahlem AB.
Flight Delay
After being in hot Afghanistan for 6 weeks, I forgot that this was October and fall season in the rest of the northern hemisphere. It’s definitely cool and windy here in Germany and this morning proved it. As we arrive back to the Pax Terminal we are informed there is an 8-hour delay due to aircrew non-availability. Basically, we have our plane, our cargo, and our pax – just need someone to drive the plane. So we wait and wait. After 8 hours, the aircrew finally arrives and now Engine #2 has a problem. A part is ordered from Ramstein AB (90 miles away) and is being transferred over for the fix. As the day wears on, we are informed there is a 2200L flying curfew. At 2100L, with no part in sight I recommend that we call it a night. We had waited 16 hours in the Pax Terminal and with one hour left until curfew the likelihood of this plane taking off was about nil – a good call. We are then bused back to the same hotel – only this time the rowdy folks get some needed rest and I make a call to find out the latest status. We are notified that our departure window varies from 0600L tomorrow morning thru two days – we supposedly lost the aircrew and they are now scouring for one to replace them – ugh! An 0400L call is necessary to confirm and I instruct all that I would knock on doors if we need to leave early.
DAY 52: Homeward Bound
Mon, 17 October 2005
Hugs & Kisses
A hearty thank you to the following well wishers during my stay in Kandahar:
Inspiring letters that let me know someone loves me: Sheila P, Lesa B & Rachel and Locke. XOXOXOX
E-mails that put a smile on my face when the days were long: (Family) John T, Locke, Susan H, Sue Y, Dad, Vicki; (Friends) Bob E, John C, Mitch D, Becky T, Rob I, Sally B; (Renegades Buddies) Jerry S, Carolyn M, Corky/Celia, Irina, Christine R, Kathleen R, Big John, Lisa D, Lisa Momeesa, Munson, Robin K, SCVeronica, Ska Jerk/Randy, Todd O, Veronica & Chuck, Vtwintower; and (SGI Coworkers) Aaron B, David S, Hao, Jennifer D, Leslie T, Ron. Thank you all for staying connected with me – it really does mean a lot and I’m so looking forward to reconnecting with you all.
K1 Pax Terminal
Original time for our group to meet was 0100z (0500L). But, we’re all ancy from the previous night’s events and casually assemble one hour early and are ready to roll. We arrive at the Pax Terminal to proceed through Army Customs and then Pax Manifesting. Over the course of the previous couple of weeks, I got to know the Army, Air Force and KBR civilian workers in the Pax Terminal very well while sending home the main rotation package two weeks ago. They ALL harass me in jest – the folks expressed that they all enjoyed working with me given the duress I was under and the stressful situation we were all working with to move our folks from K1 to Manas (refer to Day 41). Wonderful bunch of folks that I respect and will sorely miss.
Homebound Itinerary
Our return itinerary is straightforward. First, a refueling stop in a nearby country, then a 12-hour layover in Spangdahlem AB, Germany. Finally, we get a straight shot home with an aerial refueling during the flight and with a scheduled landing at Moffett Field at noon on Tuesday. This was Plan A. Any changes would be Plan B, C, D, etc. Fingers crossed that Plan A will stick, but given my experience this is highly doubtful.
Pax & Cargo Load
As the ranking military member and troop commander, I’m informed that six additional passengers have requested to board our plane for emergency leave purposes. Since this is a dedicated mission that I initiated, I have the right to accept or refuse these folks – given the available space, I choose to accept. So, now my pax count just doubled to 12. We then start the loading of our cargo. The special cargo that I previously mentioned in other posts is one of our combat rescue helicopters. Can’t say anything more than that, but you now understand the importance of our mission. The New York maintenance crew provides a great assist and everything gets loaded up quickly. Our flight doctor also comes by to say goodbye. We give everyone a good hand shake or hug and then board for takeoff. Wow, can’t believe we’re finally leaving Kandahar!
I think this is the end…
The load plan I submitted weeks ago requested a C-17 for this airlift. This airplane is the newest cargo aircraft in the Air Force inventory and the first time I’ve flown in one. It’s a workhorse – most of the cargo missions coming into theater have utilized this plane for its flexibility and durability. Once we’re strapped in, the plane takes off from K1. But instead of a typical steep climb during takeoff, the aircrew starts a rapid descent and then a sharp right bank. All of our impulses indicated that things are not right and that we were about to crash. But then I look over to the loadmaster and he appears calm. The other pax indicated that they initially panicked but then saw that I was calm (at least on the surface) and stayed alert. After we land, most of us agree that the takeoff was so unnerving we thought it was the end.
Evasive Maneuvers
What we just performed in flight was an evasive maneuver for rocket mortar attacks. Just prior to landing or after takeoff, all aircraft are extremely vulnerable to any ground-based rocket attack. Given the past days events, this threat was VERY real. So, during the approach/takeoff the enemy will attempt to launch a rocket mortar as the aircraft is in its final descent or initial climb path. To throw the enemy off and avoid disaster, all military aircraft will sharply change paths during this flight segment. I observed this once when the rotation package that I sent out two weeks ago did the same maneuver and I got concerned. After we discussed this at the next stop, I then realized that this is a common practice in war zones – however, since the pax were not informed, all of us were on the verge of panic thinking the end was near. Once we passed the initial minute, the rest of the flight proved to be uneventful.
We are all just Cargo Boxes
We land at a country that I cannot mention – apparently, the U.S. government has negotiated refueling rights here for our military planes that the host country insists are for cargo only – and thus my divulgence may compromise this agreement. We are instructed to stay away from the open hatch and stay low and invisible – all of us are technically “cargo boxes” because no military pax is supposed to pass thru this country. The lavatory is right by the hatch – so I instruct each individual that needs to use it to make a straight beeline for the door and to NOT linger. After a 2-1/2 hour refueling stop we take off – however, I can now log this country as another one of my stops on my journeys around the world.
Spangdahlem AB
The next stop is Spangdahlem AB, Germany. If we had left a few days earlier, this route would have taken us thru Rhein-Main AB, Germany. But given the recent closure on 10 October (refer to Day 45), flights now stop over at Spangdahlem AB for refueling. The brand new Pax Terminal opened just 3 days ago and we are only the 6th cargo flight – and most likely the first from Afghanistan – to stop in on this new facility. We arrive in the late evening…as we step onto the brand new tarmac, the setting sun glows on our C-17 while a full moon is up on the other end of the sky. Three of the pax would remain here to catch a commercial flight back to the U.S. and we say farewell. I then call for military transportation and we are transported to a lodging facility miles from the base – in fact, it resides on the former Bitburg AB, about 15 miles from Spangdahlem and very close to the Luxembourg border. What was formerly the Bitburg AB Officer’s Mess is now our hotel – the sign on the outside still has not change after 11 years when the base closed in 1994. After dropping our luggage off in our rooms we then head for the hotel restaurant. The German waitress is spunky – we all order beers and she quickly realizes that I can speak “kleine Deutsche” (a little German). After downing two beers and a wonderful dinner most of us retire for the night. A few guys head out for late night drinking and I inform all that our showtime is 0415L in the lobby. The chief and I then stop at the front desk to ensure that everyone gets a 0345L wake up call.
Hugs & Kisses
A hearty thank you to the following well wishers during my stay in Kandahar:
Inspiring letters that let me know someone loves me: Sheila P, Lesa B & Rachel and Locke. XOXOXOX
E-mails that put a smile on my face when the days were long: (Family) John T, Locke, Susan H, Sue Y, Dad, Vicki; (Friends) Bob E, John C, Mitch D, Becky T, Rob I, Sally B; (Renegades Buddies) Jerry S, Carolyn M, Corky/Celia, Irina, Christine R, Kathleen R, Big John, Lisa D, Lisa Momeesa, Munson, Robin K, SCVeronica, Ska Jerk/Randy, Todd O, Veronica & Chuck, Vtwintower; and (SGI Coworkers) Aaron B, David S, Hao, Jennifer D, Leslie T, Ron. Thank you all for staying connected with me – it really does mean a lot and I’m so looking forward to reconnecting with you all.
K1 Pax Terminal
Original time for our group to meet was 0100z (0500L). But, we’re all ancy from the previous night’s events and casually assemble one hour early and are ready to roll. We arrive at the Pax Terminal to proceed through Army Customs and then Pax Manifesting. Over the course of the previous couple of weeks, I got to know the Army, Air Force and KBR civilian workers in the Pax Terminal very well while sending home the main rotation package two weeks ago. They ALL harass me in jest – the folks expressed that they all enjoyed working with me given the duress I was under and the stressful situation we were all working with to move our folks from K1 to Manas (refer to Day 41). Wonderful bunch of folks that I respect and will sorely miss.
Homebound Itinerary
Our return itinerary is straightforward. First, a refueling stop in a nearby country, then a 12-hour layover in Spangdahlem AB, Germany. Finally, we get a straight shot home with an aerial refueling during the flight and with a scheduled landing at Moffett Field at noon on Tuesday. This was Plan A. Any changes would be Plan B, C, D, etc. Fingers crossed that Plan A will stick, but given my experience this is highly doubtful.
Pax & Cargo Load
As the ranking military member and troop commander, I’m informed that six additional passengers have requested to board our plane for emergency leave purposes. Since this is a dedicated mission that I initiated, I have the right to accept or refuse these folks – given the available space, I choose to accept. So, now my pax count just doubled to 12. We then start the loading of our cargo. The special cargo that I previously mentioned in other posts is one of our combat rescue helicopters. Can’t say anything more than that, but you now understand the importance of our mission. The New York maintenance crew provides a great assist and everything gets loaded up quickly. Our flight doctor also comes by to say goodbye. We give everyone a good hand shake or hug and then board for takeoff. Wow, can’t believe we’re finally leaving Kandahar!
I think this is the end…
The load plan I submitted weeks ago requested a C-17 for this airlift. This airplane is the newest cargo aircraft in the Air Force inventory and the first time I’ve flown in one. It’s a workhorse – most of the cargo missions coming into theater have utilized this plane for its flexibility and durability. Once we’re strapped in, the plane takes off from K1. But instead of a typical steep climb during takeoff, the aircrew starts a rapid descent and then a sharp right bank. All of our impulses indicated that things are not right and that we were about to crash. But then I look over to the loadmaster and he appears calm. The other pax indicated that they initially panicked but then saw that I was calm (at least on the surface) and stayed alert. After we land, most of us agree that the takeoff was so unnerving we thought it was the end.
Evasive Maneuvers
What we just performed in flight was an evasive maneuver for rocket mortar attacks. Just prior to landing or after takeoff, all aircraft are extremely vulnerable to any ground-based rocket attack. Given the past days events, this threat was VERY real. So, during the approach/takeoff the enemy will attempt to launch a rocket mortar as the aircraft is in its final descent or initial climb path. To throw the enemy off and avoid disaster, all military aircraft will sharply change paths during this flight segment. I observed this once when the rotation package that I sent out two weeks ago did the same maneuver and I got concerned. After we discussed this at the next stop, I then realized that this is a common practice in war zones – however, since the pax were not informed, all of us were on the verge of panic thinking the end was near. Once we passed the initial minute, the rest of the flight proved to be uneventful.
We are all just Cargo Boxes
We land at a country that I cannot mention – apparently, the U.S. government has negotiated refueling rights here for our military planes that the host country insists are for cargo only – and thus my divulgence may compromise this agreement. We are instructed to stay away from the open hatch and stay low and invisible – all of us are technically “cargo boxes” because no military pax is supposed to pass thru this country. The lavatory is right by the hatch – so I instruct each individual that needs to use it to make a straight beeline for the door and to NOT linger. After a 2-1/2 hour refueling stop we take off – however, I can now log this country as another one of my stops on my journeys around the world.
Spangdahlem AB
The next stop is Spangdahlem AB, Germany. If we had left a few days earlier, this route would have taken us thru Rhein-Main AB, Germany. But given the recent closure on 10 October (refer to Day 45), flights now stop over at Spangdahlem AB for refueling. The brand new Pax Terminal opened just 3 days ago and we are only the 6th cargo flight – and most likely the first from Afghanistan – to stop in on this new facility. We arrive in the late evening…as we step onto the brand new tarmac, the setting sun glows on our C-17 while a full moon is up on the other end of the sky. Three of the pax would remain here to catch a commercial flight back to the U.S. and we say farewell. I then call for military transportation and we are transported to a lodging facility miles from the base – in fact, it resides on the former Bitburg AB, about 15 miles from Spangdahlem and very close to the Luxembourg border. What was formerly the Bitburg AB Officer’s Mess is now our hotel – the sign on the outside still has not change after 11 years when the base closed in 1994. After dropping our luggage off in our rooms we then head for the hotel restaurant. The German waitress is spunky – we all order beers and she quickly realizes that I can speak “kleine Deutsche” (a little German). After downing two beers and a wonderful dinner most of us retire for the night. A few guys head out for late night drinking and I inform all that our showtime is 0415L in the lobby. The chief and I then stop at the front desk to ensure that everyone gets a 0345L wake up call.
DAY 51: Goodbye K1
Sun, 16 October 2005
Close Aerial Attack
Just as things are winding down for me, a large explosion occurs and the attack alarm goes off at midnight. Only this time I’m completely zonked out and don’t hear either event. A couple of troops are performing sweeps of the tents and find me completely sound asleep – I’m awakened and when I get my bearings I realize that this is our second attack within 48 hours. When I arrive at the bunker, I’m informed that the explosion occurred within 100 yards from us, hitting the next compound with debris falling into our compound. All those who were awake indicated they felt the ground shake – from their descriptions, this one was VERY close! We’re all now very concerned – the previous attacks were along the base periphery while this supposed rocket mortar hit the heart of the base. After staying outside in the bunker for almost two hours, we’re released and a bunch of us head to the other side of the compound to investigate the debris field. Wow, after contemplating the scenario, I realized that a few degrees difference in direction would have resulted in the total destruction of our Ops work center with the distinct possibility of a lot of deaths from fellow coworkers. This realization of danger really pushes us to the edge and I’m now looking forward more than ever on departing from this hell hole.
What Really Happened…
When I get into work in the morning, the true scenario starts to unfold. Our EOD (Explosive Ordnance Demolition) team investigating the incident uncovered something important – no evidence of a rocket for the rocket mortar attack. After further determination, the investigation team concludes that a water heater had exploded. I inquire with a fellow coworker if the debris field could be so large given this type of explosion. He informs me that in the long ago past, water heater explosions through the roof were occasional enough that a pressure release valve was mandated by the federal government around the 1960s. Thus, this safety valve would release built up pressure and prevent explosions from occurring. The contractor must have short-cut this requirement which ultimately resulted in this incident. I’m quite relieved – I’ll take an exploding water heater any day over the enemy’s ability to better target us.
Goodbye K1
“So long! Farewell! Adieu, adieu, adieu. Goodbye…Goodbye…Goodbye!” So sings the Von Trapp family in “The Sound of Music”. As the end of my tour approaches, I can finally reveal my location in Afghanistan during the past 6 weeks: Kandahar, also affectionately known as “K1”. After Kabul – Afghanistan’s capital city – Kandahar is the second largest city in the country and dominates the cultural landscape and commercial market throughout southern Afghanistan.
It is also here where the Taliban originated and gained strength before conquering the rest of the country during the chaotic 90s. At the start of the Operation Enduring Freedom campaign in October, 2001, one of the early images I recall on TV was the taking of Kandahar International Airport by coalition forces. The terminal’s unique architecture distinguishes it from nearly all other airport terminals I’ve visited. When I landed here 6 weeks ago, the first image I saw was the Kandahar terminal building – it brought back memories from four years ago regarding the start of this war that we are now fighting.
There’s even a movie called “Kandahar” that was released in 2001. Upon my return, I plan on renting it to learn about the Afghan culture that I only touched upon on a very superficial level. Alas, after a brief stay my time is now up at K1. Except for the dust, this was actually a pretty good assignment for a war zone. I send one last e-mail update to my home station – we are still on schedule to depart tomorrow. Alas it is time to pack the bags, say bye to fellow coworkers and prepare to depart.
Fallen Soldier #17
Close Aerial Attack
Just as things are winding down for me, a large explosion occurs and the attack alarm goes off at midnight. Only this time I’m completely zonked out and don’t hear either event. A couple of troops are performing sweeps of the tents and find me completely sound asleep – I’m awakened and when I get my bearings I realize that this is our second attack within 48 hours. When I arrive at the bunker, I’m informed that the explosion occurred within 100 yards from us, hitting the next compound with debris falling into our compound. All those who were awake indicated they felt the ground shake – from their descriptions, this one was VERY close! We’re all now very concerned – the previous attacks were along the base periphery while this supposed rocket mortar hit the heart of the base. After staying outside in the bunker for almost two hours, we’re released and a bunch of us head to the other side of the compound to investigate the debris field. Wow, after contemplating the scenario, I realized that a few degrees difference in direction would have resulted in the total destruction of our Ops work center with the distinct possibility of a lot of deaths from fellow coworkers. This realization of danger really pushes us to the edge and I’m now looking forward more than ever on departing from this hell hole.
What Really Happened…
When I get into work in the morning, the true scenario starts to unfold. Our EOD (Explosive Ordnance Demolition) team investigating the incident uncovered something important – no evidence of a rocket for the rocket mortar attack. After further determination, the investigation team concludes that a water heater had exploded. I inquire with a fellow coworker if the debris field could be so large given this type of explosion. He informs me that in the long ago past, water heater explosions through the roof were occasional enough that a pressure release valve was mandated by the federal government around the 1960s. Thus, this safety valve would release built up pressure and prevent explosions from occurring. The contractor must have short-cut this requirement which ultimately resulted in this incident. I’m quite relieved – I’ll take an exploding water heater any day over the enemy’s ability to better target us.
Goodbye K1
“So long! Farewell! Adieu, adieu, adieu. Goodbye…Goodbye…Goodbye!” So sings the Von Trapp family in “The Sound of Music”. As the end of my tour approaches, I can finally reveal my location in Afghanistan during the past 6 weeks: Kandahar, also affectionately known as “K1”. After Kabul – Afghanistan’s capital city – Kandahar is the second largest city in the country and dominates the cultural landscape and commercial market throughout southern Afghanistan.
It is also here where the Taliban originated and gained strength before conquering the rest of the country during the chaotic 90s. At the start of the Operation Enduring Freedom campaign in October, 2001, one of the early images I recall on TV was the taking of Kandahar International Airport by coalition forces. The terminal’s unique architecture distinguishes it from nearly all other airport terminals I’ve visited. When I landed here 6 weeks ago, the first image I saw was the Kandahar terminal building – it brought back memories from four years ago regarding the start of this war that we are now fighting.
There’s even a movie called “Kandahar” that was released in 2001. Upon my return, I plan on renting it to learn about the Afghan culture that I only touched upon on a very superficial level. Alas, after a brief stay my time is now up at K1. Except for the dust, this was actually a pretty good assignment for a war zone. I send one last e-mail update to my home station – we are still on schedule to depart tomorrow. Alas it is time to pack the bags, say bye to fellow coworkers and prepare to depart.
Fallen Soldier #17
DAY 50: Taliban Buildings
Sat, 15 October 2005
Taliban’s Last Stand
Known as “TLS”, the Taliban’s Last Stand building is utilized by the Army now. But it is so-named because this is where the Taliban was holed up before capitulating to American forces. Inside, lots of bullet holes in the walls and ceilings to indicate a tense firefight. A large hole in the middle of the building was created by a bomb – it has since been converted to a courtyard. What was once the enemy’s central hub is now our own – an interesting turn of events for this historical building.
Taliban Tavern
The tavern is actually a real Afghan building with walls two feet thick. Surrounding the building is an orchard of trees in neat columns – non-fruit bearing, but apparently of some value to the Afghans. As our Air Force Village grew over the past four years, it expanded to incorporate this building and the orchard – some of the few remaining trees on this base. The building was converted into a tavern-style place to socialize, drink coffee and smoke. In the interior, images and dedication to the events of 9/11 remind us all why we are here. Over the entire wall, folks from past rotations have scrawled their names and units. I add my name to the wall just above the homage to the World Trade Center towers and enjoy one last view from this little tavern in our village.
Taliban’s Last Stand
Known as “TLS”, the Taliban’s Last Stand building is utilized by the Army now. But it is so-named because this is where the Taliban was holed up before capitulating to American forces. Inside, lots of bullet holes in the walls and ceilings to indicate a tense firefight. A large hole in the middle of the building was created by a bomb – it has since been converted to a courtyard. What was once the enemy’s central hub is now our own – an interesting turn of events for this historical building.
Taliban Tavern
The tavern is actually a real Afghan building with walls two feet thick. Surrounding the building is an orchard of trees in neat columns – non-fruit bearing, but apparently of some value to the Afghans. As our Air Force Village grew over the past four years, it expanded to incorporate this building and the orchard – some of the few remaining trees on this base. The building was converted into a tavern-style place to socialize, drink coffee and smoke. In the interior, images and dedication to the events of 9/11 remind us all why we are here. Over the entire wall, folks from past rotations have scrawled their names and units. I add my name to the wall just above the homage to the World Trade Center towers and enjoy one last view from this little tavern in our village.
Friday, October 14, 2005
DAY 49: Wailing Attack Sirens
Fri, 14 October 2005
At 2150 zulu (2:20am), the base attack siren starts wailing. Most of us are in REM sleep and I awaken to realize that this is something VERY serious. Though we had a single rocket attack earlier in the tour, this is the first time the alarm goes off base-wide. My adrenaline is pumping knowing that this could be an imminent attack. So, I quickly get dressed and wake up another tent mate who is still asleep. We then head out to the nearest concrete bunker – B129 – and a couple of other folks soon join us. I realize the irony of this bunker number as my unit is the 129th Rescue Wing. Anyway, word filters down that a fuel truck had exploded – they were still unsure whether this was an attack or an accident. But all of us agree that we heard gunfire and a M-60 rocket go off on the south side of base a few hours earlier, so the possibility that this could be a concerted attack was very real. The Taliban – my speculation – was active and launching a small attack on us. After huddling outside in the bunker for 35 minutes – with temps in the 50s – the event was over at 2225 zulu (2:55am) and we head back to our tents.
Fortunately, no one was hurt in this incident. But from my discussions with others who have been here for a while, the last major attack occurred in July and the rocket mortar hit a KBR civilian tent. One person suffered minor injuries while a second had shrapnel that sliced across his throat. The second individual still remains in the hospital to this day because of the severities of his injuries. I’m counting down the days – 3 more days before we depart. Keep your fingers crossed for no more incidents…
Update: Once I arrived at work, I confirmed that this was a coordinated effort with attacks on both ends of the base. On one side, 4 fuel trucks were hit and then exploded. On the opposite side of the base, rocket mortar shrapnel hit some British aircraft. Definitely the biggest attack on this base since July.
At 2150 zulu (2:20am), the base attack siren starts wailing. Most of us are in REM sleep and I awaken to realize that this is something VERY serious. Though we had a single rocket attack earlier in the tour, this is the first time the alarm goes off base-wide. My adrenaline is pumping knowing that this could be an imminent attack. So, I quickly get dressed and wake up another tent mate who is still asleep. We then head out to the nearest concrete bunker – B129 – and a couple of other folks soon join us. I realize the irony of this bunker number as my unit is the 129th Rescue Wing. Anyway, word filters down that a fuel truck had exploded – they were still unsure whether this was an attack or an accident. But all of us agree that we heard gunfire and a M-60 rocket go off on the south side of base a few hours earlier, so the possibility that this could be a concerted attack was very real. The Taliban – my speculation – was active and launching a small attack on us. After huddling outside in the bunker for 35 minutes – with temps in the 50s – the event was over at 2225 zulu (2:55am) and we head back to our tents.
Fortunately, no one was hurt in this incident. But from my discussions with others who have been here for a while, the last major attack occurred in July and the rocket mortar hit a KBR civilian tent. One person suffered minor injuries while a second had shrapnel that sliced across his throat. The second individual still remains in the hospital to this day because of the severities of his injuries. I’m counting down the days – 3 more days before we depart. Keep your fingers crossed for no more incidents…
Update: Once I arrived at work, I confirmed that this was a coordinated effort with attacks on both ends of the base. On one side, 4 fuel trucks were hit and then exploded. On the opposite side of the base, rocket mortar shrapnel hit some British aircraft. Definitely the biggest attack on this base since July.
DAY 48: A Different Daily Routine
Thu, 13 October 2005
One of the challenges here are the rules and infrastructure which completely alters your normal way of life. Little things that we take for granted are completely turned upside down and around. Observations that I’ve noted during my stay here:
Food – All-American meat and potatoes. Heavy on starches, salt and cholesterol. My goodness, I’m not sure if they are trying to feed us or kill us?!?! I do miss the mix in ethnic foods back home.
Water – Non-potable in the bathroom sinks. So, that means you have to have carry a bottle of water with you to brush and floss your teeth. Try it at home with the tap off and using only a bottle of water – it is very much tougher than you think.
Clothing – either military uniform or PT (Physical Training) gear. All civilian clothes are in the suitcases gathering dust. At night, we have to wear a safety reflective belt around the waist. Can’t wait to pull out my comfortable pair of jeans and just relax.
Wash Your Hands – outside of every chow hall, you must wash your hands in the outside sink prior to eating. It’s for your own hygienic purposes, but I can’t help thinking that “mom” is lurking somewhere nearby telling us to do this.
No Alcohol – there’s “near beer”, but it also is non-alcoholic. This rule is to observe the local conditions in Afghanistan. Can’t wait to have a sip of Porto Negro Mexican dark beer or a Guinness Stout.
Money – no change. All quarters, dimes and nickels are substituted with poker chip-like objects of same value. No pennies, so all transactions are rounded up or down to nearest five cents (like other military installations).
Island-Fever – due to the security concerns, most of us are not let off base (except for bazaar just outside of gate). I’m an explorer by nature and want to roam the countryside and meet people. But I do understand it is in our best interest to stay within the base compound. Still, I’ve got island fever.
Weapon – all personnel MUST carry either an M-9 pistol or M-16 rifle. This is just in case the enemy attacks and attempts to overrun the base. Probably a good idea that there is a non-alcohol policy – it would be very dangerous given the testosterone level and the availability of these weapons. One of the interesting things is that I now feel “naked” without my M-9 web belt hanging around my waist.
Bunker – concrete bunkers are scattered throughout the base and you need to be aware of the ones in your local vicinity should an attack occur.
One of the challenges here are the rules and infrastructure which completely alters your normal way of life. Little things that we take for granted are completely turned upside down and around. Observations that I’ve noted during my stay here:
Food – All-American meat and potatoes. Heavy on starches, salt and cholesterol. My goodness, I’m not sure if they are trying to feed us or kill us?!?! I do miss the mix in ethnic foods back home.
Water – Non-potable in the bathroom sinks. So, that means you have to have carry a bottle of water with you to brush and floss your teeth. Try it at home with the tap off and using only a bottle of water – it is very much tougher than you think.
Clothing – either military uniform or PT (Physical Training) gear. All civilian clothes are in the suitcases gathering dust. At night, we have to wear a safety reflective belt around the waist. Can’t wait to pull out my comfortable pair of jeans and just relax.
Wash Your Hands – outside of every chow hall, you must wash your hands in the outside sink prior to eating. It’s for your own hygienic purposes, but I can’t help thinking that “mom” is lurking somewhere nearby telling us to do this.
No Alcohol – there’s “near beer”, but it also is non-alcoholic. This rule is to observe the local conditions in Afghanistan. Can’t wait to have a sip of Porto Negro Mexican dark beer or a Guinness Stout.
Money – no change. All quarters, dimes and nickels are substituted with poker chip-like objects of same value. No pennies, so all transactions are rounded up or down to nearest five cents (like other military installations).
Island-Fever – due to the security concerns, most of us are not let off base (except for bazaar just outside of gate). I’m an explorer by nature and want to roam the countryside and meet people. But I do understand it is in our best interest to stay within the base compound. Still, I’ve got island fever.
Weapon – all personnel MUST carry either an M-9 pistol or M-16 rifle. This is just in case the enemy attacks and attempts to overrun the base. Probably a good idea that there is a non-alcohol policy – it would be very dangerous given the testosterone level and the availability of these weapons. One of the interesting things is that I now feel “naked” without my M-9 web belt hanging around my waist.
Bunker – concrete bunkers are scattered throughout the base and you need to be aware of the ones in your local vicinity should an attack occur.
DAY 47: Mini United Nations
Wed, 12 October 2005
The BX and its mall has shops that are filled with vendors from all over the world – a mini United Nations right here. What’s unique is that each shop is filled with workers from a specific ethnic group – I speculate that the hiring manager is most likely of that nationality. In the BX, the workers are of Kyrgyz descent – the same people from my brief stay in Manas, Kyrgyzstan. Pakistani workers own the Pizza Hut. The Press Shop (to iron your uniforms) is comprised of Indian workers. And the Barber Shop is full of Russians. Very interesting slice of foreign workers supporting our mission here.
Fallen Soldier #16
The BX and its mall has shops that are filled with vendors from all over the world – a mini United Nations right here. What’s unique is that each shop is filled with workers from a specific ethnic group – I speculate that the hiring manager is most likely of that nationality. In the BX, the workers are of Kyrgyz descent – the same people from my brief stay in Manas, Kyrgyzstan. Pakistani workers own the Pizza Hut. The Press Shop (to iron your uniforms) is comprised of Indian workers. And the Barber Shop is full of Russians. Very interesting slice of foreign workers supporting our mission here.
Fallen Soldier #16
DAY 46: Pakistan Earthquake Relief
Tue, 11 October 2005
I assist Rich, the replacement loggie, in developing a load plan should a mission come down. We discuss with key personnel the humanitarian mission that will involve specific personnel and cargo. The quake apparently was felt in parts of Afghanistan that we were not in – thus, I didn’t realize its impact until the death toll surpassed 40,000.
On a geological standpoint, the quake occurred along the plate boundary that separates the Asian continent from the Indian subcontinent. Afghanistan is on the former; Pakistan is on the latter. As days pass, the news comes forth that things are grim. I’m hoping we can mobilize soon and provide an assist to these people in dire need of emergency medical attention.
I assist Rich, the replacement loggie, in developing a load plan should a mission come down. We discuss with key personnel the humanitarian mission that will involve specific personnel and cargo. The quake apparently was felt in parts of Afghanistan that we were not in – thus, I didn’t realize its impact until the death toll surpassed 40,000.
On a geological standpoint, the quake occurred along the plate boundary that separates the Asian continent from the Indian subcontinent. Afghanistan is on the former; Pakistan is on the latter. As days pass, the news comes forth that things are grim. I’m hoping we can mobilize soon and provide an assist to these people in dire need of emergency medical attention.
DAY 45: Auf Wiedersehen Rhein-Main
Mon, 10 October 2005
Today’s chapter is not related to Afghanistan, but to a past duty assignment of mine – Rhein-Main AB in Frankfurt, Germany. They held a ceremony today to mark the formal closing of this one-time “Gateway to Europe”. As a young airman, I recall passing through the main gate with that phrase emblazoned on a steel sign across the entire entrance. This was my first overseas assignment and I spent two wonderful years here in the 1980s.
In its heyday, Rhein-Main was the main air base where all American G.I.s passed through when entering Europe (except for England). Its history is marked with both special and sad moments: the Berlin Airlift, in which Rhein-Main was the main launching point for this important Cold War airlift in 1948-49; the birth and flourishing of Frankfurt International Airport in the 1950s, which shared the runway with the base; the first bombing in 1985, in which an American civilian was killed; the return of various American hostages from the Middle East during the later 1980s; and finally its rebirth upon the start of Operation Enduring Freedom in 2001. Given the success of Frankfurt International Airport as the busiest airport on the European continent, Rhein-Main’s future would draw to a close as its precious land was needed for expansion of this important airway hub. Airlift operations have since transferred to Ramstein and Spangdahlem Air Bases in Germany – about 90 miles southwest of Rhein-Main. But, given the 60 years of history spanning from the Cold War to the Global War on Terrorism, Rhein-Main’s page is now complete.
In April, I stopped by Rhein-Main on my European vacation and was amazed at how much it had already downsized. My memories during my two-year tour were all wonderful – it is here that I grew up and became an adult; where I discovered good German beer; where I made a trip to then communist East Berlin; and where I re-enlisted for the first time knowing I would eventually become a career airman. Alas, a page in history now turns and is gone forever…
Today’s chapter is not related to Afghanistan, but to a past duty assignment of mine – Rhein-Main AB in Frankfurt, Germany. They held a ceremony today to mark the formal closing of this one-time “Gateway to Europe”. As a young airman, I recall passing through the main gate with that phrase emblazoned on a steel sign across the entire entrance. This was my first overseas assignment and I spent two wonderful years here in the 1980s.
In its heyday, Rhein-Main was the main air base where all American G.I.s passed through when entering Europe (except for England). Its history is marked with both special and sad moments: the Berlin Airlift, in which Rhein-Main was the main launching point for this important Cold War airlift in 1948-49; the birth and flourishing of Frankfurt International Airport in the 1950s, which shared the runway with the base; the first bombing in 1985, in which an American civilian was killed; the return of various American hostages from the Middle East during the later 1980s; and finally its rebirth upon the start of Operation Enduring Freedom in 2001. Given the success of Frankfurt International Airport as the busiest airport on the European continent, Rhein-Main’s future would draw to a close as its precious land was needed for expansion of this important airway hub. Airlift operations have since transferred to Ramstein and Spangdahlem Air Bases in Germany – about 90 miles southwest of Rhein-Main. But, given the 60 years of history spanning from the Cold War to the Global War on Terrorism, Rhein-Main’s page is now complete.
In April, I stopped by Rhein-Main on my European vacation and was amazed at how much it had already downsized. My memories during my two-year tour were all wonderful – it is here that I grew up and became an adult; where I discovered good German beer; where I made a trip to then communist East Berlin; and where I re-enlisted for the first time knowing I would eventually become a career airman. Alas, a page in history now turns and is gone forever…
Monday, October 10, 2005
DAY 44: Missing Everyone
Sun, 9 October 2005
A slow day in which I’m also not feeling too well. So, I opt to take the rest of the day off to rest and reflect on what I’ve accomplished here and how I much I miss my special person, my family, my friends and coworkers. Though I’ve made a bunch of new friends here, it’s still tough and is reminiscent of my days when I was active-duty. You’re in a foreign place and need to make friends fast. But, you are also far away from home and the loneliness starts to seep in every once in a while. A bunch of folks have e-mailed me over the course of the past month – I finally have some time tomorrow to reply to folks and let them know I’m doing well.
Another thing I miss is the normal routine back home where you can drive and go places when you have time off. Because of the security concerns, we are confined to the base – except for the bazaar – and thus at times it feels like we’re caged animals. Don’t get me wrong – this is one of the better assignments except for the dust. There are things to do, but after a while you do get “island fever” for being trapped here. I’ve seen some of the videos here of the Afghan countryside – and it is both beautiful and varied. Nearby is a great desert just 7 miles away, and within an hour’s drive is a large mountain range which separates Afghanistan from Pakistan. Very much like California in the diversity of the terrain. Alas, I look fondly on the pictures and just imagine what it would be like to explore the countryside in one of our helicopters for sightseeing purposes only…
Fallen Soldier #15
A slow day in which I’m also not feeling too well. So, I opt to take the rest of the day off to rest and reflect on what I’ve accomplished here and how I much I miss my special person, my family, my friends and coworkers. Though I’ve made a bunch of new friends here, it’s still tough and is reminiscent of my days when I was active-duty. You’re in a foreign place and need to make friends fast. But, you are also far away from home and the loneliness starts to seep in every once in a while. A bunch of folks have e-mailed me over the course of the past month – I finally have some time tomorrow to reply to folks and let them know I’m doing well.
Another thing I miss is the normal routine back home where you can drive and go places when you have time off. Because of the security concerns, we are confined to the base – except for the bazaar – and thus at times it feels like we’re caged animals. Don’t get me wrong – this is one of the better assignments except for the dust. There are things to do, but after a while you do get “island fever” for being trapped here. I’ve seen some of the videos here of the Afghan countryside – and it is both beautiful and varied. Nearby is a great desert just 7 miles away, and within an hour’s drive is a large mountain range which separates Afghanistan from Pakistan. Very much like California in the diversity of the terrain. Alas, I look fondly on the pictures and just imagine what it would be like to explore the countryside in one of our helicopters for sightseeing purposes only…
Fallen Soldier #15
DAY 43: Pizza Night
Sat, 8 October 2005
Once a week, the Air Force Village folks get together for pizza night. But this is not just any pizza – it’s hand-made pizza that is slow cooked in an outdoor oven. Because of our schedule, most of the rescue folks never got to attend this function. The event is a nice gathering of our entire camp and a chance to meet and socialize with others from different units. I get a chance to chat with all the folks outside of my unit that I’ve interacted with. A wonderful time to network with others and broaden our horizons.
The highlight of the night for me occurs when the Air Force Village commander sits down next to me and informs me that “my e-mail today was brilliant – what every officer should be sending out.” The message I had sent is a clear and concise plan of action items required to bring the special cargo back to the states. Wow, I’m floored – still it’s nice to know that my work is much appreciated. A very good ending to a long week…
Once a week, the Air Force Village folks get together for pizza night. But this is not just any pizza – it’s hand-made pizza that is slow cooked in an outdoor oven. Because of our schedule, most of the rescue folks never got to attend this function. The event is a nice gathering of our entire camp and a chance to meet and socialize with others from different units. I get a chance to chat with all the folks outside of my unit that I’ve interacted with. A wonderful time to network with others and broaden our horizons.
The highlight of the night for me occurs when the Air Force Village commander sits down next to me and informs me that “my e-mail today was brilliant – what every officer should be sending out.” The message I had sent is a clear and concise plan of action items required to bring the special cargo back to the states. Wow, I’m floored – still it’s nice to know that my work is much appreciated. A very good ending to a long week…
DAY 42: A Mouse in the House
Fri, 7 October 2005
Recently, I moved back to the tents from the hard billets. Nothing unusual except for one small itty, bitty thing – a mouse. Fortunately, no mice have found their way into my tent – yet. But, over the past couple of days there have been mice sightings in several other tents with one even crawling up a guy’s leg while he was sleeping – talk about a freak out!
Rich – my replacement loggie – is so fed up he set traps that are basically sticky glue. In a few hours – shazam! He catches one that very day and we go over to his tent to observe the critter. It’s quite feisty – he puts the tip of a coat hangar near its mouth and it goes off chewing on it like there's no tomorrow. I guess if I was in this mouse’s place and stuck on a sticky paper I would probably do the same thing. Then we contemplated on the disposal of this animal. Several coworkers provide suggestions that are pretty crude and violent including: smashing the head; stepping on it; and crushing the body in a plastic bag. Rich and I aren’t too keen on any of these ideas and we discuss and agree on a non-violent method – he simply disposes of it in a garbage can. So, no more mouse. Now, where are those local vaccinated cats that are supposed to be hunting for the mice in the first place?
Fallen Soldier #14
4th anniversaryt of the start of Operation Enduring Freedom
P.S. – Happy 10th Birthday to my nephew, Calvin!
Recently, I moved back to the tents from the hard billets. Nothing unusual except for one small itty, bitty thing – a mouse. Fortunately, no mice have found their way into my tent – yet. But, over the past couple of days there have been mice sightings in several other tents with one even crawling up a guy’s leg while he was sleeping – talk about a freak out!
Rich – my replacement loggie – is so fed up he set traps that are basically sticky glue. In a few hours – shazam! He catches one that very day and we go over to his tent to observe the critter. It’s quite feisty – he puts the tip of a coat hangar near its mouth and it goes off chewing on it like there's no tomorrow. I guess if I was in this mouse’s place and stuck on a sticky paper I would probably do the same thing. Then we contemplated on the disposal of this animal. Several coworkers provide suggestions that are pretty crude and violent including: smashing the head; stepping on it; and crushing the body in a plastic bag. Rich and I aren’t too keen on any of these ideas and we discuss and agree on a non-violent method – he simply disposes of it in a garbage can. So, no more mouse. Now, where are those local vaccinated cats that are supposed to be hunting for the mice in the first place?
Fallen Soldier #14
4th anniversaryt of the start of Operation Enduring Freedom
P.S. – Happy 10th Birthday to my nephew, Calvin!
Friday, October 07, 2005
DAY 41: Goodbye, Part II
Thu, 6 October 2005
The last few days have just been hectic. With airlift getting cancelled right and left, my second chalk is not able to make it up to Manas. Originally, they were scheduled to depart one hour after the first chalk. Instead, they end up stuck here for two more days as scheduled departures pan out and I end up camping at the Pax terminal for more than 12 hours straight. I’m now working on Plan G (7th version) and the many issues to ensure they board the plane. Finally, after 48 hours the second group gets on and I wave good bye. Job well done, and I finally hit the bed for some much needed zzz’s…
Fallen Soldier #13
The last few days have just been hectic. With airlift getting cancelled right and left, my second chalk is not able to make it up to Manas. Originally, they were scheduled to depart one hour after the first chalk. Instead, they end up stuck here for two more days as scheduled departures pan out and I end up camping at the Pax terminal for more than 12 hours straight. I’m now working on Plan G (7th version) and the many issues to ensure they board the plane. Finally, after 48 hours the second group gets on and I wave good bye. Job well done, and I finally hit the bed for some much needed zzz’s…
Fallen Soldier #13
DAY 40: Foods that make you go mmm…
Wed, 5 October 2005
Wasaaaaaaabi!
One of the troops received a care package from home last week and with his generosity he shared the contents with the rest of us. One of the more interesting items is a package of wasabi peas. Believe it or not, I had never heard or seen this item prior to this deployment. After piquing my curiosity, I down a few of these peas. WOW – the wasabi horseradish soon awakens my palate and I’m quickly addicted. When I return home, I’ll need to stop by an ethnic shop and pick up a few bags of this tasty snack that is both savory and healthy.
I Scream for Ice Cream
Another high point for food occurs when the Army receives a large delivery of ice cream bars. Our supply folks will pick up the Class I rations and distribute them to all the folks around the Air Force Village. Over the course of our tour different types of ice cream showed up ranging from old-fashioned Good Humor Popsicles to mainstay Dove Bars and even to trendy Snickers, Milky-Way and Kit-Kat Ice Cream Bars. When things get tough, there’s nothing like an ice cream bar to light up a smile.
Yummy stuff…
· Wasabi Peas
· Ice Cream
· Cordon Bleu Chicken
· Fried Chicken
· Corn on the cob
· San Benedetto Lemon Iced Tea
· King Crab legs & Lobster – yes, an occasional special for us!
· Afghan Footbread
Foods that I sorely miss…
· Ethnic – good Mexican, Chinese, Japanese, or Thai food
· Salads – especially, Locke’s tasty & incredible version!
Wasaaaaaaabi!
One of the troops received a care package from home last week and with his generosity he shared the contents with the rest of us. One of the more interesting items is a package of wasabi peas. Believe it or not, I had never heard or seen this item prior to this deployment. After piquing my curiosity, I down a few of these peas. WOW – the wasabi horseradish soon awakens my palate and I’m quickly addicted. When I return home, I’ll need to stop by an ethnic shop and pick up a few bags of this tasty snack that is both savory and healthy.
I Scream for Ice Cream
Another high point for food occurs when the Army receives a large delivery of ice cream bars. Our supply folks will pick up the Class I rations and distribute them to all the folks around the Air Force Village. Over the course of our tour different types of ice cream showed up ranging from old-fashioned Good Humor Popsicles to mainstay Dove Bars and even to trendy Snickers, Milky-Way and Kit-Kat Ice Cream Bars. When things get tough, there’s nothing like an ice cream bar to light up a smile.
Yummy stuff…
· Wasabi Peas
· Ice Cream
· Cordon Bleu Chicken
· Fried Chicken
· Corn on the cob
· San Benedetto Lemon Iced Tea
· King Crab legs & Lobster – yes, an occasional special for us!
· Afghan Footbread
Foods that I sorely miss…
· Ethnic – good Mexican, Chinese, Japanese, or Thai food
· Salads – especially, Locke’s tasty & incredible version!
DAY 39: Goodbye, Part I
Tue, 4 October 2005
Chalk A
Over the course of the past few days, I conduct two redeployment briefings for my troops and though the last few days have been chaotic with very little sleep, it appears that everything finally starts to fall in place according to my plan for the return trip home. However, just when things are looking good, bad news rears its ugly head. Remember the “Dosey doe, and Away we don’t go” episode? (refer to Day 4) Guess what? Plans A, B, and C fall through. So, now I’m on to Plan D and split up the folks to push through half of the troops on to Manas. At the Passenger Service Counter, an Army Captain approaches the desk to inquire on his high priority Space Available (Space-A) status. The sergeant I’ve been working the issue with – a sharp guy that I will need to acknowledge when the dust settles – informs him the flight is completely booked with my higher priority troops. The captain then turns to me and all I can say is “Hey, sorry about that.” Frustrating that in this case, my success needs to come at someone else’s expense. But that’s the challenge we loggies face with so many unforeseen schedule changes. For this deployment, I definitely earned my “loggie” stripes.
Chalk B
While the first group was a success, the second group’s airlift was delayed and delayed until it was finally cancelled. Ugh, now I’m trying to manage two separate groups in two locations in two countries and in two different time zones. Never said it was easy…
My Return
I previously mentioned that I would be staying back for an important mission. However, the authorization for us to stay does not materialize until the very last minute – in fact, just 2-1/2 hours before our showtime to board the plane. I was packed and ready to go, but everything finally worked out in the end for me to stay.
Chalk A
Over the course of the past few days, I conduct two redeployment briefings for my troops and though the last few days have been chaotic with very little sleep, it appears that everything finally starts to fall in place according to my plan for the return trip home. However, just when things are looking good, bad news rears its ugly head. Remember the “Dosey doe, and Away we don’t go” episode? (refer to Day 4) Guess what? Plans A, B, and C fall through. So, now I’m on to Plan D and split up the folks to push through half of the troops on to Manas. At the Passenger Service Counter, an Army Captain approaches the desk to inquire on his high priority Space Available (Space-A) status. The sergeant I’ve been working the issue with – a sharp guy that I will need to acknowledge when the dust settles – informs him the flight is completely booked with my higher priority troops. The captain then turns to me and all I can say is “Hey, sorry about that.” Frustrating that in this case, my success needs to come at someone else’s expense. But that’s the challenge we loggies face with so many unforeseen schedule changes. For this deployment, I definitely earned my “loggie” stripes.
Chalk B
While the first group was a success, the second group’s airlift was delayed and delayed until it was finally cancelled. Ugh, now I’m trying to manage two separate groups in two locations in two countries and in two different time zones. Never said it was easy…
My Return
I previously mentioned that I would be staying back for an important mission. However, the authorization for us to stay does not materialize until the very last minute – in fact, just 2-1/2 hours before our showtime to board the plane. I was packed and ready to go, but everything finally worked out in the end for me to stay.
DAY 38: Mother of all Dust Storms
Mon, 3 October 2005
Today’s the day we start packing up and prepping to head home. One of our tasks is to gather our bags and build up cargo pallets that our bags will then sit upon. This is an outdoor event and unfortunately, today’s weather does not cooperate with us. While the weather for most of the tour has been basically hot and dusty, the wind soon kicks up and starts to blow at a consistent 30 mph. This storm is worse than the previous one (refer to Day 15), but not the magnitude of the one that hit the troops in Iraq during the early stages of Operation Iraqi Freedom. Even with sunglasses, the blowing dust and sand soon starts to sting my eyes, sinuses and entire face. I head back to my room and grab my supply-issued goggles and gloves – a must if I am to stay out in this weather. A group of us then head over to the Maintenance Hangar and spend the next three hours outside in this weather to complete this important task.
There is a lone mountain just a couple of miles from the base that stands at 5000’ and is always clearly visible from the base – but not today. Instead, it’s a brutal dust storm that we must endure. By nightfall, the storm passes and the winds completely die down bringing things back to a calm state again. I have to take a shower to scrub my face and body and cleanse the clogged pores that are now filled with dust and sand. Facial sand-blasting is not conducive to a good complexion!
Today’s the day we start packing up and prepping to head home. One of our tasks is to gather our bags and build up cargo pallets that our bags will then sit upon. This is an outdoor event and unfortunately, today’s weather does not cooperate with us. While the weather for most of the tour has been basically hot and dusty, the wind soon kicks up and starts to blow at a consistent 30 mph. This storm is worse than the previous one (refer to Day 15), but not the magnitude of the one that hit the troops in Iraq during the early stages of Operation Iraqi Freedom. Even with sunglasses, the blowing dust and sand soon starts to sting my eyes, sinuses and entire face. I head back to my room and grab my supply-issued goggles and gloves – a must if I am to stay out in this weather. A group of us then head over to the Maintenance Hangar and spend the next three hours outside in this weather to complete this important task.
There is a lone mountain just a couple of miles from the base that stands at 5000’ and is always clearly visible from the base – but not today. Instead, it’s a brutal dust storm that we must endure. By nightfall, the storm passes and the winds completely die down bringing things back to a calm state again. I have to take a shower to scrub my face and body and cleanse the clogged pores that are now filled with dust and sand. Facial sand-blasting is not conducive to a good complexion!
DAY 37: Rescue BBQ at the Taliban Tavern
Sun, 2 October 2005
Since my group’s rotation would be ending soon, I made the arrangements to have an old-fashioned barbeque with hamburgers, hot dogs, snacks and soft drinks. We start early to scrub down the tables from the dust and fire up the BBQ pits. Soon my team is cooking away and I’m coordinating everything to ensure that the 100 or so folks that show up are comfortable, fed and well-content. The PJs provide some colorful local food from one of their stints off-base. One interesting item is Afghan footbread – a 2-foot oval-shaped dough cooked to perfection. I inquire with one of the camp members on the name – she informs me that the Afghans utilize their feet to kneed the bread. Okay, after hearing this bit of information I’m not sure now if I want to eat this bread. But she reminds me that many good wines are also foot-stomped in their creation process, so I go bravely forward and give it a taste. Much to my surprise, it turns out to be quite flavorful and soon I join the PJs in chomping down huge gobs of this bread.
It’s a Small World after all…
One of the sergeants from our home unit – but not assigned to our rescue mission – stops by to greet us. Roscoe and I know each other well and I bring up a Renegade friend of mine – Corky – who earlier sent me an e-mail inquiring about him. At first he doesn’t know whom I’m talking about until I inform him on her real name – Celia. BAM! The lights go on for Roscoe and we realize that Corky (and her family) is a step-relative of his. What a small world! We then take a picture of the both of us in front of the Taliban Tavern – the Afghan adobe that was left in place as the Air Force Village was built.
Another Lt Col that I met on base here informed me he was a J4 Logistician. When he inquired where I was from, I informed him from “Moffett Field”. He then asked if I knew a guy named George. “Heck yeah!” I replied. He used to be my former military boss for 7 years until his retirement two years ago.
Wow, halfway across the world and it’s still a small world!
Since my group’s rotation would be ending soon, I made the arrangements to have an old-fashioned barbeque with hamburgers, hot dogs, snacks and soft drinks. We start early to scrub down the tables from the dust and fire up the BBQ pits. Soon my team is cooking away and I’m coordinating everything to ensure that the 100 or so folks that show up are comfortable, fed and well-content. The PJs provide some colorful local food from one of their stints off-base. One interesting item is Afghan footbread – a 2-foot oval-shaped dough cooked to perfection. I inquire with one of the camp members on the name – she informs me that the Afghans utilize their feet to kneed the bread. Okay, after hearing this bit of information I’m not sure now if I want to eat this bread. But she reminds me that many good wines are also foot-stomped in their creation process, so I go bravely forward and give it a taste. Much to my surprise, it turns out to be quite flavorful and soon I join the PJs in chomping down huge gobs of this bread.
It’s a Small World after all…
One of the sergeants from our home unit – but not assigned to our rescue mission – stops by to greet us. Roscoe and I know each other well and I bring up a Renegade friend of mine – Corky – who earlier sent me an e-mail inquiring about him. At first he doesn’t know whom I’m talking about until I inform him on her real name – Celia. BAM! The lights go on for Roscoe and we realize that Corky (and her family) is a step-relative of his. What a small world! We then take a picture of the both of us in front of the Taliban Tavern – the Afghan adobe that was left in place as the Air Force Village was built.
Another Lt Col that I met on base here informed me he was a J4 Logistician. When he inquired where I was from, I informed him from “Moffett Field”. He then asked if I knew a guy named George. “Heck yeah!” I replied. He used to be my former military boss for 7 years until his retirement two years ago.
Wow, halfway across the world and it’s still a small world!
DAY 36: Durka, Durka, Durka!
Sat, 1 October 2005
For most of the tour, the aircrews have been chanting weird phrases like, “Durka, Durka, Durka” and “Sherpa, Sherpa, Sherpa, Mohammed Jihad.” I just thought it was one of those made-up things that simply caught on and that I had missed the inside joke. But, if you recognize the phrases, then you saw the movie, “Team America” the puppet-movie made by the makers of “South Park” a couple years back. Someone purchased a copy from the bazaar and I saw it for the first time tonight. Oh my god – this is one absolutely hysterical movie! Ironically, it is also a good parody of Operation Enduring Freedom. A key scene is where one of the heroes – the “actor” – gets dressed up as a muslim and attempts to infiltrate a terrorist organization. At the gate, the patrol interrogates him in Arabic and starts to get more irritated with the actor’s lack of a response. Just as the actor was about to blow his cover, he starts to blurt out a random Arabic phrase, “Durka, Durka, Durka. Mohammed Jihad. Park Sherpa, Sherpa, Sherpa. Mohammed Jihad.” The patrol is pleased, then acknowledges, “Ahhhhhhh. Durka, Durka, Durka. Mohammed Jihad” and lets the actor pass through. Many of us were laughing and rolling on the floor watching this movie. You gotta rent this if you haven’t seen it yet.
Rocket Attack
During the late evening hours many of us hear an unusual explosive sound originating from the west side of the base. It was confirmed that an enemy combatant had launched a rocket mortar attack from the east side aiming for one of the flying helicopters. The rocket missed the aircraft and flew over the base and blew up on the other side just outside of the perimeter. Fortunately, no one is injured here but nevertheless the close call frays our nerves as we await possible new attacks…
Combat Rescue Saves: it’s official – we have 20 confirmed saves!
P.S. – Happy Birthday to my Dad!
For most of the tour, the aircrews have been chanting weird phrases like, “Durka, Durka, Durka” and “Sherpa, Sherpa, Sherpa, Mohammed Jihad.” I just thought it was one of those made-up things that simply caught on and that I had missed the inside joke. But, if you recognize the phrases, then you saw the movie, “Team America” the puppet-movie made by the makers of “South Park” a couple years back. Someone purchased a copy from the bazaar and I saw it for the first time tonight. Oh my god – this is one absolutely hysterical movie! Ironically, it is also a good parody of Operation Enduring Freedom. A key scene is where one of the heroes – the “actor” – gets dressed up as a muslim and attempts to infiltrate a terrorist organization. At the gate, the patrol interrogates him in Arabic and starts to get more irritated with the actor’s lack of a response. Just as the actor was about to blow his cover, he starts to blurt out a random Arabic phrase, “Durka, Durka, Durka. Mohammed Jihad. Park Sherpa, Sherpa, Sherpa. Mohammed Jihad.” The patrol is pleased, then acknowledges, “Ahhhhhhh. Durka, Durka, Durka. Mohammed Jihad” and lets the actor pass through. Many of us were laughing and rolling on the floor watching this movie. You gotta rent this if you haven’t seen it yet.
Rocket Attack
During the late evening hours many of us hear an unusual explosive sound originating from the west side of the base. It was confirmed that an enemy combatant had launched a rocket mortar attack from the east side aiming for one of the flying helicopters. The rocket missed the aircraft and flew over the base and blew up on the other side just outside of the perimeter. Fortunately, no one is injured here but nevertheless the close call frays our nerves as we await possible new attacks…
Combat Rescue Saves: it’s official – we have 20 confirmed saves!
P.S. – Happy Birthday to my Dad!
DAY 35: New York, New York…
Fri, 30 September 2005
The entire New York crew arrived on station and will soon be taking over the reins of this combat rescue operation from our folks. What’s interesting about our sister unit is their location on Long Island, New York. Many individuals possess a strong New York accent (i.e. “looongisland”) and in regular conversation it soon becomes clearly evident to anyone outside of our two organizations who is from California and who is from New York. My replacement loggie, Richard, has a strong accent as well. Inevitably, in our conversations I start to unconsciously pick up on his accent. A little ironic given that I am a native New Yorker myself…
The Perfect Storm
The New York combat rescue team possesses a few famous folks back at home station. Lt Col Dave Ruvola was the Duty Officer while we were both deployed together in Kuwait in 1993. I later discovered that he was also the pilot for the rescue helicopter that went down attempting to rescue a crew on a sinking ship in the monstrous October, 1991 storm – the same event which was featured in the book and movie, “The Perfect Storm.” Extraordinary men facing life-threatening conditions in an once-in-a-lifetime event.
Fallen Soldiers #11 and #12
Combat Rescue Saves #18, #19 and #20
P.S. – I got my third piece of mail today – thank you Locke!
The entire New York crew arrived on station and will soon be taking over the reins of this combat rescue operation from our folks. What’s interesting about our sister unit is their location on Long Island, New York. Many individuals possess a strong New York accent (i.e. “looongisland”) and in regular conversation it soon becomes clearly evident to anyone outside of our two organizations who is from California and who is from New York. My replacement loggie, Richard, has a strong accent as well. Inevitably, in our conversations I start to unconsciously pick up on his accent. A little ironic given that I am a native New Yorker myself…
The Perfect Storm
The New York combat rescue team possesses a few famous folks back at home station. Lt Col Dave Ruvola was the Duty Officer while we were both deployed together in Kuwait in 1993. I later discovered that he was also the pilot for the rescue helicopter that went down attempting to rescue a crew on a sinking ship in the monstrous October, 1991 storm – the same event which was featured in the book and movie, “The Perfect Storm.” Extraordinary men facing life-threatening conditions in an once-in-a-lifetime event.
Fallen Soldiers #11 and #12
Combat Rescue Saves #18, #19 and #20
P.S. – I got my third piece of mail today – thank you Locke!
DAY 34: Pararescuemen
Thu, 29 September 2005
The pararescuemen – affectionately known as “PJs” – are the combat rescuers that provide on-the-spot medical treatment for patients out in the field. One of their unclassified and non-combat rescue missions is to provide field health care for the local Afghans. Outside of Afghanistan’s major cities, a majority of people don’t have access to health care facilities and thus suffer from various medical conditions that are usually easily treatable. Thus, when the PJs open a temporary clinic, word travels quickly with many Afghans traveling hours to attain this free health care service. Children in particular comprise a large portion of these patients. Many Afghan kids are injured due to contact with an Improvised Explosive Device (IED). IEDs are custom-made, small explosive devices designed to kill or maim anyone who touches them. The Taliban, al-Qaeda and other enemy forces will scatter these IEDs along the roads with the intent of taking out a Coalition vehicle and its passengers. Unfortunately, some kids will come upon these dangerous devices without realizing its danger until too late. Thus, the PJ’s medical role is vital in providing on-the-spot medical attention for a community of people with no health care access.
The pararescuemen – affectionately known as “PJs” – are the combat rescuers that provide on-the-spot medical treatment for patients out in the field. One of their unclassified and non-combat rescue missions is to provide field health care for the local Afghans. Outside of Afghanistan’s major cities, a majority of people don’t have access to health care facilities and thus suffer from various medical conditions that are usually easily treatable. Thus, when the PJs open a temporary clinic, word travels quickly with many Afghans traveling hours to attain this free health care service. Children in particular comprise a large portion of these patients. Many Afghan kids are injured due to contact with an Improvised Explosive Device (IED). IEDs are custom-made, small explosive devices designed to kill or maim anyone who touches them. The Taliban, al-Qaeda and other enemy forces will scatter these IEDs along the roads with the intent of taking out a Coalition vehicle and its passengers. Unfortunately, some kids will come upon these dangerous devices without realizing its danger until too late. Thus, the PJ’s medical role is vital in providing on-the-spot medical attention for a community of people with no health care access.
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