Okay, so I thought that I would put up a post showing exactly what I meant in the past about "how the modern man catches his dinner." In retrospect, it is more how the modern soldier (not the ones you see on TV at big bases like Kandahar or Bagram who have "boring" jobs) goes about getting his groceries. Very close to our base is a little valley between two ridges roughly the size of about six to eight football fields. Not very big but big enough to do what we need to do. At the predetermined time, or in most cases twenty to thirty minutes late, a big plane will fly over and eject anywhere from 12 -16 pallets of whatever they are delivering out it's backside. As it does this, parachutes deploy and gently deliver the precious cargo to the ground. Of course, by gently, I mean quickly and in some cases it involves parachutes getting tangled and not doing their job, or even a pallet full of Afghani Evian bottles coming completely apart and falling at full speed from 2000 feet above. That's only happened a couple of times though. Generally, this is how we get our fuel, food, and water; anything else comes by helicopter.

There are also some other pictures I put up because I had mentioned that the plane is sometimes (by sometimes, I mean rarely) on time. There are these local children (by children I would like to insinuate demon spawn, but I won't) that are very cute, but would steal the tires off the truck when your back was turned if they could find a way. The other day, this one girl, the one beating the living crap out of that cow above, had climbed up into the turret of Mike's truck, found a Dole fruit snack cup, and was eating it before he knew what was going on. She is also the one to whom we fed the Mocha flavored, caffiene enhanced Clifshot Gel.

I think there is another post of pictures that I have yet neglected to put up, but I have to figure out what that is, then I'll post it. Otherwise, word to your mother.