It’s been an interesting day here at IJC. Early this morning, we went through a somber Monday morning ritual. The morning brief for Lieutenant General Rodriguez, Commander of IJC, includes a roll call of IJC Fallen Comrades every Monday. We all stand and observe several minutes of silence as the roll is called, with PowerPoint slides showing a photo of the soldier (or Marine), his name, rank, unit and date of death. This morning, seven slides portrayed six Americans (five Army, one Marine) and one Brit. We see this every Monday, and it reminds us that, however much we gripe about living conditions here, we don’t have it too bad. Six months in a smelly, dusty tent sure beats the hell out of coming home in a flag-draped casket.
On a lighter note … this afternoon, around 2PM local, we felt the floors shake. I thought a really, REALLY fat guy was walking on the particle-board floors behind me. I turned and saw nothing. But my co-workers also felt the shaking floor. And we speculated. And it wasn’t long before the local news reported that what we experienced was a 5.8 magnitude earthquake, with its epicenter in the Hindu Kush region, about 170 miles north-northeast of the Kabul area (http://earthquake.usgs.gov/
And finally, in my latest DFAC report, I can safely confirm that the executive chef is gone and South Asia’s answer to the Three Stooges are back in control of menu planning (although that statement may do a major disservice to the Stooges). Three meals, three helpings of crap-ola. Oh well, at least my belt keeps cinching up tighter and tighter.
So, the earth moved eh?
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