So here I am in Afghanistan. I work for the 321 MI BN (Military Intelligence Battalion) administering their UGS training program.  UGS are intelligence gathering sensors. Basically, it allows commanders in the field to put a machine out in the cold for 6 months at a time and watch for bad guys doing bad things instead of a soldier. At any rate working with the Army is an odd experience. I say that every time. Three years ago, i worked for the Army here too .. sorta. PA doesn’t really count and the Army bosses were 40 miles away in Kabul. This time, though, the boss-man (ahem. boss-woman) is in the office next door and there’s a First Sergeant and everything. So the Army has weird rules that we Air Force folk simply aren’t used to. Did you know I have to tell the Top (“First Sergeant” in Army) if I go too far away from the camp; like over to the east side of base? Of course I don’t but I still think it’s cute he cares so much. Meh. Mostly, they leave us alone and it is nice to say, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, First Sergeant. I’m in the Air Force”. And then, when the Air Force calls (or emails because that’s what we do in the Air Force), we just say, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, SSgt Strong. We work for the Army right now”.

Anyway, I haven’t ranted in a while and thought I might be overdue. I miss my little ones a bunch and I think they’re doing okay but it isn’t anything I can change right now. That reminds me of this time Phinn was laughing at my OCD because I was mumbling under my breath, “it is beyond my scope of influence”. He’s taking a nap right now. Like I said, we can do that. Haha. I think he’s doing some paperwork for the Air Force or something, First Sergeant.

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