Bagram Days

So I’ve settled in quite nicely in Bagram, doing my new job which is the same as my old job in Hawaii, but with less scenery. All the peeps I worked with in Hawaii are here, so I’m having a grand old time cracking jokes and whatnot.

On my second day here, I was visiting an office up the street when I saw a peculiar uniform with a flag I recognized. It was a Romanian Lieutenant-Colonel logistician. A major I know called him over and I said, in Romanian, “I can speak a little Romanian”. He freaked out and made like he was going to kiss me and we rapped for about 40 minutes. He invited me to come to the Romanian compound and hang out with him and the other Romanians. Unfortunately, I’ve been busy and not yet taken him up on the offer.

I’ve met another friend also. It’s a wee female cat who can’t weigh more than three pounds. I first saw her about 3 nights ago when she was hanging around the front door of my building. When I approached, she started away from me. I squatted down and clapped my hands together a bit, and she eventually came over and started doing weird laps between my legs where she maintained contact with me at all times. Eventually, I got her to jump up on an air conditioning unit and I spent about ten minutes listening to her purr. Call me a poof, but I miss my obese cat and having this wee little thing purr made me happy.

I started receiving packages, also. So far, I got two from Courtney with all my programs burned to disk from the sweet Tivo I bought before deploying. Anyone seen Lost? Holy shite, that’s a good show.

~ by kinshay on 2004-11-23.

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  1. Whatcha name the cat? Do you fear that Bones is so cool he doesn’t miss you at all?

  2. I haven’t officially named the cat, but I’m thinking of calling it a racial slur associated with local people here. It’s nothing anyone would have heard of, so I won’t repeat it here and therefore put it in common use at home.

  3. Why do you think that would happen? What do you think we are, a bunch of mooks?

  4. Ouch.

  5. poof

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