arachne

I keep hoping I can update this journal with fantastical heroic stories of helping draw together a war torn nation. Turns out combat for support units is a little different than infantry units. There is a lot of sitting on the edge of your seat. I cook all day long I get up at 0400 and usually in bed by 1830. Off in the distance I her mortar fire and other weapons going off and every now and again I hear about people trying to get onto our base with explosives straped to their body/cars/whatever. I try not to think about it too much but I'm not complacent either I stay aware. There are lots of Afghani men who work on the base with us and they are all really cool. I was shocked by that I must say. The mountains in the distance are beautiful but up close everything is covered in dirt/garbage/barbed wire. I'm surrounded by males there is only one other female in my unit and we don't talk, like at all. I always her the men doing boy chat and testosterone is flying and they get into stupid pissing contests and I know with time it'll just get worse. When in a combat zone no sex is allowed so it could be a very long year. I don't have anyone to really talk to and am usually to tired to read when I do get down time. I'm just going out of my head and I haven't been in country for a month yet. I can't wait for things to plateau off.