Well let me see…. The laundry guys were all happy to see that I had returned to the Sand Box. Thanks guys. They memorize your name and remember it forever. Very strange. A little creepy.
Anyway, let’s talk about what’s popular over here now. Meetings seem to be very popular. Lots and lots of meetings. Meetings to talk about meetings. Meetings to set up other meetings. It’s easy to forget that it’s a war zone, except for the fact that everybody is wearing some sort of camouflage. Which is interesting since each branch of the service is here, and we’ve all decided to wear different camouflaged uniforms. It’s like an Army Surplus Store fashion show.
Modern Warfare 2, the Playstation/Xbox game, is popular of course. Bickering among us is also a popular pastime. Especially for those of us who know that we’re always right. Of course everybody here believes that they’re right, so the bickering continues unabated. Food …. The same. Let me see…. It seems that really nothing has changed since I left in the middle of November. Almost like I never left. Yes, that’s a bit disturbing.
Of course just like last year, if I am not temporarily gainfully employed, I shall be here to watch The Super Bowl. And the best part about The Super Bowl is the commercials, which are not shown over here. In their place are Armed Forces Network commercials about brushing teeth, changing socks, and other really good information targeting those of you who grew up in the Appalachian region. Still, the information redundancy is a bit trying.
Among some of the things forgotten that are quickly remembered upon return? The 200 yard sprint to the bathrooms and shower trailers. Or how pale you get when you never see the sun. Or a $3.50 haircut.
I really have nothing to complain about. This place now has all the comforts of home. Which for me is disturbing, but not worth complaining about.
This is the worst time of the year though. I’m not into basketball, Nascar, or hockey, and there’s only a couple of weeks of football left. Hopefully baseball spring training will hurry up and get here. At least we can start watching and see who will pop positive for steroids this year. In my very humble opinion, I wish they would all do steroids. Who wouldn’t like to see a 105 mph Fastball or a 500 foot towering home run?
Blog drift. Sorry. Anyway, that’s all I got tonight.
Peace – J

Fraser has finished his sixth project overseas and is back in the United States. He had some technical administrative issues which restricted his ability to post more regularly. Under the site’s standard terms of engagement, he probably won’t post again until his seventh re-deployment sometime after the beginning of the year.
All right, apparently most stuff never changes. The Uniform Police are still alive and well. Their ranks are usually made up of unemployed senior
Well, it’s pretty bad when you see your job being replace by robots. The pilot is rapidly becoming obsolete. It’s a new era. The
What’s up? Same shit, different deployment here. Nothing really to write about. The beer was good in Germany. Kinda pissed the Germans off by asking for American beer. But I think they’re all still pissed off about WW II. Spent the night there, then did the jumpseat back into theater. One of the pilots was a furloughed American pilot, the other was a FEDEX pilot. Good guys.
Look at that, almost 3 months without a post. How are we going to get a movie contract with such intermittent attention? Some high school students from Las Vegas found Fraser flying out in the Nevada desert. I thought it was just a gambling party. Apparently he’s training for his 6th tour. See if you can spot him.
Well a crap load of new guys showed up. It’s funny. Some of them are first timers, most not. They are already counting backward and planning their escapes. Which is funny because you never leave here early. In fact, you never even leave on time. The one constant you can find on the deployment is that you will not get out of here on time. It’s the basic thought to build on.
I just starting watching the “
But there is a payoff when we get back to the United States. For missing 32 days of weekends, plus at least 6 days of holidays, we will receive exactly 4 days off when we return. Even if you return on a Friday, then you get that Saturday and Sunday, which everybody gets off anyway, and then it’s Monday and Tuesday off. So 4 free leave days off to make up for the 38 missed days off. If you do the upper level math, that’s 9.5 missed days off for each 1 day off received. So somehow in the bigger picture that’s supposed to all work out.
The food here has really gone to crap. Convoy delays. First we’ll have plenty of cereal, but no milk. Then we’ll have milk but no cereal. The 
