This morning it was team picture time…just look at this fearsome band of determined
The other day, just before dinner, a staggered column of eight Black Hawks roared right over my head. I just stared in awe – it was like a scene from Apocalypse Now or Black Hawk Down. They don’t usually travel in packs like that…I wonder where they were going…?
As I sat in the amazingly well-maintained porta-john last night, I realized two crucial things about the plastic toilet experience were missing. Burning hot plastic seat on my ass? Check. Graffiti on the walls? Check (though Liberty has a vastly lower density of shitter graffiti than other parts of the CENTCOM AOR). Sweat pouring down my face? Check. Overwhelming foul stench? …No. Swarms of pissed-off buzzing flies? …No.
Somehow, the porta-johns here (at least on Camp Liberty) seem to have some kind of mystical smell-absorbing property, which means that in general, it’s better (for your nose) to use the plastic outhouses than the porcelain toilets in the latrine trailers. Secret Department of Defense odor-absorbing technology, no doubt…
Also, there seem to be almost no flying insects of any kind on the camp. When we first arrived, house flies were everywhere; and in the spring, following the rainy season, the mosquitoes were intense and angry. But now, mercifully, those bugs are gone.