The Taliban can't run a town, how could they rule the world?
Life here has fallen into a regular grind. We have a schedule that we follow with meetings, deadlines and daily/ weekly and monthly products that have to be produced. Forms are filled out, convoys are executed and missions are planned and done like clock work.
I truly believe that any job is just that, a job. The difference is that here a job can suddenly change into an adventure or a trauma. Thank God we have not had any real trauma close to us yet. With the poppy harvest coming to a close, we expect to see our little "friends" less interested in harvesting and more motivated to take over the world.
I often visualize Pinky and the Brain in turbans sitting in a shura with other Taliban folks telling each other how they desire world domination. They can't run a town of 2000 without abusing people and hurting the weak, but they desire world control. I think they may want to start smaller and work their way up for a few hundred years, so that they could learn from their mistakes. Oh well there goes my western education flaring up again.
The routine has gotten repetitive, so there are days that drag along. It has started the traditional homesickness that sets in when there is time to think. I am so grateful for the two guys here from Buffalo. Jerzy Galazka and Jake Benbenek help me through the times when I miss home. We sit around and reminisce about bars, women and food from home.
The guys here from Puerto Rico think that everybody from Buffalo speaks Polish and there are a few words not fit to print which may end up back in PR due to this deployment. We don't get vulgar at each other, just life. They believe that Kurva is an English word used up north, for instance. Please don't post any vulgarity, I don't want people at St. Adalbert's thinking I am a dirty soldier.
I guess that is all I have in me for today. I only wish the job was 9 to 5 and not 5 to 9, these long hot days just knock me out sometimes.
-- God Bless and stay safe, CPT Matthew Ryan
