Kandahar Airfield, Kandahar, Afghanistan, at 1815 – Tuesday
Last night in Dubai, I fell asleep in a nondescript hotel room located not too far away from the airport. The hotel was nice enough, the room nice enough, and the air was cold enough. However, while I found it hard to fall asleep until I remembered that I had a sound machine app on my Samsung Galaxy, the sleep was soothing nonetheless to my heart and soul. Obviously my thoughts were of Kaesen as I drifted off…
The hotel I stayed at in Dubai, Ibis, had a lovely breakfast buffet this morning complete with cereals, juices, veal sausage, scrambled eggs, roasted potatoes, and delicious croissants. The cappuccino machine rocked and my fellow US Army Corps of Engineers traveler, Jeff Yost, and I shared a table and conversation.
My Boeing 737-400 from Dubai to Kandahar flew north-northwest to skirt around Iran and then back south to the Marine Corps’ Camp Bastion, in Helmand Province, and finally to Kandahar Airfield. As we flew over the Persian Gulf, and when looking out and down, over the vastness of the Middle East it was striking in so many wonderful and terrifying ways. Conflict is hard on anyone, or can be, or should be, but even in the midst of the lifelong strife known to this region, beauty is everywhere. In the smiling eyes behind the veils, the smiling eyes of the young children playing in airports, on streets, and in buildings we are surrounded by, life is blooming here too.
My arrival at Kandahar Airfield (KAF) was met with both anticipation and excitement as I look ahead tomorrow to return to FOB Smart. KAF, as I have mentioned before is a mass of humanity from all walks of life, including America, Canada, England, Scotland, Turkey, Eastern Europe, India, Pakistan, and all parts in between. I do not personally enjoy being at KAF, especially when compared to FOB Smart in Qalat, Afghanistan, but primarily because of the amount of people confined to such a small space, the rocket attacks which occur nearly daily, and mostly because of the open-air sewage lagoon to the west of the airfield that permeates the air like a thick blanket of warm air scented with the all-too-familiar waste byproducts of humankind. But hey, life could be much worse…
Tomorrow is another day.
143, Kaesen.
Good night and good day.