Living with officers in a hooch, I can’t help but feel like Jane Goodall or whatever her name was. \u00a0The officer class is an inscrutable race. \u00a0I live with 5 O4’s, an IG, G2, JAG, PAO and Chaplain. \u00a0The Chaplain has been remarkably tolerant. \u00a0One should never get 3 Mass guys together around a chaplain who isn’t deaf.<\/p>\n
However, I was absolutely delighted by the literally 2 hours of talk about poops they had taken in the past that we had last night, and I am holding my own in Gay Chicken. \u00a0(For those that don’t know what that is, you do something gay, and the dude either ups it, or flinches. \u00a0For instance, patting a guy on the knee and then sliding your hand up the inside of his leg during IED lanes training.)<\/p>\n
So, the MRAP rollover thing. \u00a0Yeah, that sucked. \u00a0We missed the TTP where you put the smallest person up in the turret, and instead, a 250lbs dude fell into my lap. \u00a0I braced my arm on the roof, and nearly broke my ulna. \u00a0Good times, good times. \u00a0I tried to upload the video to YouTube, but it didn’t work.<\/p>\n
Anyway, I am headed downrange, and just checking in from the O’Hare Airport of Afghanistan, as I wait to fly back on the exact same friggin route I flew to get here, but which will stop at my actual destination. \u00a0I should be with the men of Able Company 3-66 AR by somepoint tonight.<\/p>\n
Miss the wife and (gay) dogs, but the rest is all well.<\/p>\n
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