Traveling Soldier

I'm currently traveling with all my belongings in 2 duffel bags, my weapon, an assault pack (backpack) and an aid bag. They are heavy and awkward. I don't recommend it to anyone.

We took a Chinook from Camp Taji to Victory Base Camp. The flight made me nauseous because I hate sitting sideways in any moving vehicle. Luckily I did not puke, but I kind of wanted to. I started planning it out mentally; where would I puke? What on? On me? There was a lot to go over in my head. I was relieved when we finally landed.

Our stay at BIAP was longer than we planned, however, because a bomb threat was called in. A bomb threat in a combat zone!? Really? I thought that was just a given. Anyhow, everyone at the airport was crammed into helicopter terminals to wait until the bomb squad did whatever they do to bombs to make them not blow up. While we were all together, dinner time came and went. All of us were feeling pangs of hunger. We devoured a bag of Skittles and tasted the rainbow.

But SPC Cooper went above and beyond.

Canned beef lasagna and canned beef brisket. He put that in his mouth. He chewed it. And he swallowed it. Over and over, until it was gone. It looked like poop. He said it tasted better than poop. I don't know if I believe him or not.

(PS You may notice a marked improvement of my spelling from here on out. Now that I'm not at Taji, my computer is spell checking in English again instead of Arabic.)