I’m sitting in an airplane somewhere over Canada at around 35,000 feet on my way back to the sand. I would have been over the US but I wanted to wait for everyone to go to sleep so I wouldn’t offend anyone with the half naked woman on my desktop… Anyway…
Part of me wanted to stay in the relative safety of my home, where I could sleep in my own bed. But a far stronger part of me is excited to get back out there. It’s not the same excitement that I felt the first time. The time before was like anticipating your first kiss. The adrenaline courses through your body and you wonder what it’s going to be like, what you’ll feel, how it’s going to be. A million thoughts running through your mind, except you have 30 hours of travel time to think about it. This time it’s different, I know exactly what to expect, I know what I’m in for and I know how tough it can get.
The monotony is what will drive you nuts. The seemingly endless cycle of days, strung together like a never-ending strand of white Christmas lights. Every day you’ll wake up to the same cycle, no weekends to break up the weeks, and no option for a vacation. Lights on at 0730, leave for work 0745, arrive at work at 0800, eat lunch at 1230, eat dinner at 1830, go home at 2000, go to sleep around 2230 and wake up the next day and do it all over again. I probably couldn’t tell you the day of the week most days, nor could I tell you the date. And at any point your day could go south and your lights put out, along with the rest of the strand.
By the way, I haven’t mentioned today how much I hate flying coach on international flights…. I’m going to take a little break before I go on a senseless tirade about the person in front of me…
Alright, I’m back… Don’t hate me, I’m going to be spending the next 5 months sleeping in a 20 man tent in the middle of the desert, I think I have the right to fly to hell in comfort. Unfortunately upgrading was going to cost more than I was willing to pay. Continuing on with what I’m actually writing for…
So I bet you’re wondering why I’m so excited about going back after all those bad things. The best way to sum it up is that I want to be there with the people. If you watch the news you get a view from 35,000 feet of the war, but if you’re there you get to know the people and you get to befriend the people. I come to love people pretty easily, not like “I love you, I want to marry you” love but more like “I love you man…” kind of love. If you love someone you don’t want them to be in harm’s way alone, and I’ll be damned if something happens to them while I’m gone.
So there you have it. I might be completely delusional but at least I mean well. Now all I have to do is survive the next 24 hours before I’m finally done travelling and back in the relative safety of our base in the middle of the oceanless beach…
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Jeff the token Asian, the Operator, and the Builder, oh and the IT Guy
Somehow I got myself branded the local carpenter by my cohorts. Not only that I’ve also been given the title of computer guru given the fact that I have a computer science degree. Neither title is unfounded however since I did build some furniture around my house and I spent the past 5 years working on computers.
The day I got back from setting up the new spoke, without even being given a couple days to readjust, I was asked to fix one of the computer systems. I didn’t even know how the damn thing worked, let alone know how to fix it. Of course since I like little challenges and I don’t like to give up, I tinkered with it for a while. Finally by some stroke of magic it started working again. For the moment I was the hero… Until the other one stopped working, then I was the monkey again. Go fix it monkey… Luckily this monkey is smart. I did just what I had done before and ALAKAZAM! It worked too. That’s how I got the official brand of computer whiz.
Then there was the wood construction. I have an attraction toward using tools, so when I found out we had a whole set of Dewalt tools here, I got to work. I started by building a bench out of an old pallet. The bench probably weighs close to 100lbs and is as solid as concrete. The nice thing about building stuff in the field is that a.) wood is free, and b.) function comes before form. After I built the bench, I was asked to build a table for one of the marines to use, then I was tasked to build another table for our new site lead. Most recently I got stuck building 2 stands to hang cables, and a series of shelves for storage. This has most certainly gotten out of control.
I spent the entire morning hammering, sawing and sweating my butt off out in the 130 degree heat trying to build something sturdy enough to hold the spare computers. Then I spent a few hours rummaging through a wood pile on the other side of the airfield, probably disturbing some camel spiders in the process. That sucked because pretty much all the wood had nails sticking out and the pile of wood was on top of a heap of moon dust, which dominates the landscape here. Moon dust is like really fine dirt, kind of like talcum powder but brown. Anyway, there isn’t sand in this desert, there is moon dust.
So, alone, I piled all the wood in the back of our pickup truck and drove it back to site. Leaving a few pieces behind along the road, which I had to drive back to retrieve. Since I spent 15 minutes trying to get one of them out, an 8 foot 4x4, which will come in very handy, I didn’t want to just leave it in the middle of the road. Now it’s all waiting for me outside, in the 140 degree heat, to hammer some nails into it to create something awesome.
The day I got back from setting up the new spoke, without even being given a couple days to readjust, I was asked to fix one of the computer systems. I didn’t even know how the damn thing worked, let alone know how to fix it. Of course since I like little challenges and I don’t like to give up, I tinkered with it for a while. Finally by some stroke of magic it started working again. For the moment I was the hero… Until the other one stopped working, then I was the monkey again. Go fix it monkey… Luckily this monkey is smart. I did just what I had done before and ALAKAZAM! It worked too. That’s how I got the official brand of computer whiz.
Then there was the wood construction. I have an attraction toward using tools, so when I found out we had a whole set of Dewalt tools here, I got to work. I started by building a bench out of an old pallet. The bench probably weighs close to 100lbs and is as solid as concrete. The nice thing about building stuff in the field is that a.) wood is free, and b.) function comes before form. After I built the bench, I was asked to build a table for one of the marines to use, then I was tasked to build another table for our new site lead. Most recently I got stuck building 2 stands to hang cables, and a series of shelves for storage. This has most certainly gotten out of control.
I spent the entire morning hammering, sawing and sweating my butt off out in the 130 degree heat trying to build something sturdy enough to hold the spare computers. Then I spent a few hours rummaging through a wood pile on the other side of the airfield, probably disturbing some camel spiders in the process. That sucked because pretty much all the wood had nails sticking out and the pile of wood was on top of a heap of moon dust, which dominates the landscape here. Moon dust is like really fine dirt, kind of like talcum powder but brown. Anyway, there isn’t sand in this desert, there is moon dust.
So, alone, I piled all the wood in the back of our pickup truck and drove it back to site. Leaving a few pieces behind along the road, which I had to drive back to retrieve. Since I spent 15 minutes trying to get one of them out, an 8 foot 4x4, which will come in very handy, I didn’t want to just leave it in the middle of the road. Now it’s all waiting for me outside, in the 140 degree heat, to hammer some nails into it to create something awesome.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
FOBbin'
It’s been almost a week since I left our hub and moved to one of the FOBs, or Forward Operating Bases. My mission was to come down and install a new system and start operating to make sure everything worked correctly. It was a pretty big honor to be given the opportunity to do this and it says a lot about how my site lead felt about my abilities. Most of all I’m lucky to be far away from all the drama of the hub.
Life here isn’t exactly a vacation but I love it. We don’t have A/C in the tents and temperatures average around 120 during the day. It wasn’t affecting me until I volunteered to work at nights, which means I’ll be sleeping during the day when it’s like trying to sleep in an easy bake oven. My shower is an Igloo cooler strapped to the side of a wall, which sounds awful but is probably the best shower I’ve had since coming out here. In fact I might create one when I get home.
The more obviously positive things include the fact that work is within walking distance of our tent, which I share with the officers. I have time during the day to go to the gym, which is comprised mainly of handmade wooden weight benches and a potpourri of random metric weights. I’ve probably worked out harder here than I have in a long time. I’m eating better here than I eat back home, and I’m better hydrated since bottled water seems infinite. I shower with it (the Igloos), I brush my teeth with it, and I’ve even washed my clothes with it.
Life here isn’t bad at all. The people here are all very cool. I pretty much spend the entire day with the same 5 people and there’s always a story to share. Like I’ve said before, tossing a bunch of people in a seemingly negative situation acts as a catalyst for developing good friendships. We’re pretty relentless with each other, cracking jokes at each other’s expense and it only draws us closer.
I’m only here for a short period of time before heading back to the hub and then I’ll spend another few weeks there before heading back to the states to be in a wedding, which I’m looking forward to. I won’t be able to post this until I return to the hub since I don’t have internet access here, which is also a plus.
Life here isn’t exactly a vacation but I love it. We don’t have A/C in the tents and temperatures average around 120 during the day. It wasn’t affecting me until I volunteered to work at nights, which means I’ll be sleeping during the day when it’s like trying to sleep in an easy bake oven. My shower is an Igloo cooler strapped to the side of a wall, which sounds awful but is probably the best shower I’ve had since coming out here. In fact I might create one when I get home.
The more obviously positive things include the fact that work is within walking distance of our tent, which I share with the officers. I have time during the day to go to the gym, which is comprised mainly of handmade wooden weight benches and a potpourri of random metric weights. I’ve probably worked out harder here than I have in a long time. I’m eating better here than I eat back home, and I’m better hydrated since bottled water seems infinite. I shower with it (the Igloos), I brush my teeth with it, and I’ve even washed my clothes with it.
Life here isn’t bad at all. The people here are all very cool. I pretty much spend the entire day with the same 5 people and there’s always a story to share. Like I’ve said before, tossing a bunch of people in a seemingly negative situation acts as a catalyst for developing good friendships. We’re pretty relentless with each other, cracking jokes at each other’s expense and it only draws us closer.
I’m only here for a short period of time before heading back to the hub and then I’ll spend another few weeks there before heading back to the states to be in a wedding, which I’m looking forward to. I won’t be able to post this until I return to the hub since I don’t have internet access here, which is also a plus.
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