When you're in Mexico, invariably you have tacos from a street vendor. Tasty carne asada in tiny diced pieces cooked on a flattop griddle. So succulent and tasty you fail to notice the lack of feral animals lurking around his stand. Am i saying you just ate dog or cat? Can't prove it, but everyone pretty much agrees on it. Then returns for 5 more plates and a Fanta in a glass bottle. Same thing here. a T-bone steak for Surf n Turf that has a 7" vertical bone (ala T-bone) but yet lacks the top of the "T", making it more of an I-bone steak. I don't think Apple has copyrighted it, so I'm safe. This made me wonder. Was this truly beef? Or was it a much larger beast that may or may not have a hump on its back and likes to spit when angry? No, NOT Rosanne Barr. I'm talking camels. Having been in the Middle East, i figured i'd see at LEAST one, which i did, in Kuwait. Guy was offering free camel rides. Who wouldn't? But here in Iraq, they are surprisingly nil. Which again brings me to the meat question. There are also no cows (and yet no Chik-fil-a?!? WTH?!? EAT MOR CAMEL). Additionally, they must have some freakazoid chickens. i got a DRUMSTICK with a 6 inch bone! Not the size of a turkey leg, but thinner than a chicken and 2x as long. Truth be told, i did NOT eat "chicken" that night. So it seems i'm relegated to my egg white omelett for breakfast, and a panini for lunch and dinner. not too shabby.
On a different note, I've left HHC and the aid station and am now attached to Charlie Company again. Its nice comin home to my guys, even if i am in the attached A Co platoon. i'm home here and ready to go on missions. The aid station is too slow for me and slow=burn barrel. Yup, the resident firefighter took up the job to burn all English documents and paperwork, classified and unclassified, as well as any other combustibles I could dig up. My parents remember this part of my personality fondly. Remember those halogen desk lamps? Before they had the glass pane, they had a wire screen. Incidentally, you take a piece of paper and that wire would burn it and poof, fire. For an 8y/o kid, this is freakin AWESOME!. They will also remember me trying to light a paper towel off the HVAC's pilot light in the garage. For years they had me convinced i almost blew up the house. Then i enrolled in fire tech classes and learned that since a flame ALREADY existed, any gas present would already have burned. Therefore, only problem would be if i dropped a flaming piece of paper on something combustible. I digress. The point is, i do what i do best. Burn stuff then put it out. No, not an arsonist. I'm a professional controlled burner.
Even without having been outside the wire yet, i'm reminded about the area i'm in and the Biblical and historical significance of this place. On the FOB we have the "Babil Reconstruction District". Seeming benign, most people don't understand the true significance of Babil. The Tower of Babil was a MASSIVE undertaking, where humans desired to be on God's level and thus built a tower to the heavens (without modern equipment mind you). In their desire to be near God, they weren't seeking Him, but rather seeking to BECOME Him. God destroyed the tower, gave them different languages and scattered them to the corners of the earth. Before this, Man was centrally located HERE and all spoke the SAME language. So to see "Babil Reconstruction", it make one think about what is truly going on here, physically AND spiritually.
Until next time, Graverobber out!
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