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Home again, Home again, Jiggety jig

So, remember my last post (or at least I think it was my last post...I haven't actually checked) when I was talking about getting out of the military and how I was bummed out that I hadn't really done anything useful? Yeah, pretty much right after I wrote that, I was shipped out to the Middle East to do useful things, and I just got back 5 days ago. I'm not going to talk too much about where I was and what I did, because we must always guard against 'them' finding out too much about what 'we're' doing. Okay, so I'm mocking a little bit, but there is a note of seriousness in there.

The Middle East is amazing and weird and brown and bloody fucking hot (and exceptionally humid, which surprised me, since there's no green stuff. I always equate humid with lots and lots of green stuff). I was on a base that's pretty good, as far as deployed bases go. There was a nice pool, lots of activities to do, half-way decent food (unless you're a food snob, like I am, then it's crap food), actual buildings to sleep in with working air conditioning, etc. I was briefly at another base in the region whilst I was waiting for my ride home, and that place was much more sucky. The tent (ugh) that I was assigned to had no ac...and it was about 117 fucking hot degrees. I couldn't sleep, couldn't breathe (actually had a little panic attack, it was so stuffy), couldn't bear it. So I wandered around for 16 hours instead of sleeping, after being up for 30 hours already. But I got to see some nice carpets at the shopping area. Too bad I didn't have $5k to buy one, because they were something special. I want me a silk carpet, oh yes.

Anyway, I digress. I went to the desert, I helped wage war on unsuspecting terrorist types, and now I'm home. One of the things I remember talking about was how I might feel about killing people. Well, I can now state that I don't have any bad feelings. See, the thing is, I don't actually have anything to do with people getting dead. I don't pull the trigger, drop the bomb, or control the aircraft that do drop the bomb, so I'm not troubled. Maybe it's rationalization, but I'm okay with that. It's funny, because I do have conflicting feelings about the war(s) in general. But I don't have any issues with what I've done and the people who died whilst I was doing it. And really, when it comes right down to it, when my people are out there getting attacked, I'm all in favor of kicking some Taliban ass. Yes, both groups are people doing what they think is noble and patriotic...but in a contest of "us vs them", I'll pick "us" anytime.

I got to go out on the town one day, and I think I bought out the stores. It's great! I have two big ass boxes winding their way through the postal system filled with spoils of shopping. Hooray! I have much things for much people, and once the boxes get here, I'll ship it to the intended reciepients. I know I spelled that wrong, i hate "ie" words. I got way too much stuff for some people (yes, that's you Mary) and not enough stuff for other people (like my roommates..oops). Hey, it's not my fault that my Arabic friend is easier to shop for in Arabic-Land than my Anglo friends. I wanted to get more stuff, but ended up not being able to because the drivers were all antsy to keep moving to the next souk. I wanted to buy Mary and Bethany some foo foo arabic ladies robes (not burkas, just robes), but ran out of time. They're actually really cool looking, and comfy to wear around the house. I got myself one, but then didn't get to go back to get them one. I feel bad about that, but I'm keeping mine. Hahaha, such a great friend I am!

It was very strange seeing the ladies walking around in their garb. Not all of the ladies, mind you. There were a lot of women in regular clothes, maybe about 1/3 of all the women I saw. But there were also a lot in traditional dress. I can't figure out the differences between what they wear. Some have a scarf around their heads, but their whole face is visible. Some have only their eyes visible. Some have their whole faces covered, and some of the face-covered ones have gloves on as well. I don't know what the different types of head covering mean, and it was making me nuts trying to figure it out. I should Wikipedia that, see if i can learn something. The women that I could see their faces, man they are BEAUTIFUL. It was neat to see how the women managed to be attractive and project allure even with the covering. They all wore black, but it was black with rhinstones and colored sparkles sewn onto the sleeves, the hems, the headscarves. The women had very delicate, feminine ways of moving their hands and walking sort of fluidly sexy, and even the garb couldn't hide that. I don't know, as an American woman who's free to expose almost all of my body in public, I found it interesting to see the way they managed to communicate "sexy" even when all covered up. Maybe cleavage isn't the be-all end-all of sexy. Who knew? The one thing that looked funny to me was their heads. I guess they have a ton of hair, because they all had really egg-shaped heads under the scarves, which I can only assume is because of their massive pony tails/buns. They looked a bit alien-headed.

The men were pretty much about 50/50 in traditional robes. I can't figure out their headcoverings either. Some of their scarf-ends were all dangly, some half dangly, and some were all wrapped up around the ropes. Some were red-checked, some green-checked, some brown-checked, and some just pure white, and the ropes holding them on were also multiple colors. I don't get it. Clothes that "mean" something confuse me. It's like some weird gang thing. "Oh, he's from the Red-Checked Half-Dangly Black Rope Gang. That means he's a bad ass with two wives who's looking for his third wife AND he's gone to Mecca! What a man!". But there were a lot of hot guys, I must say. Arabic men and women are 90% smokin hot. At least the ones I saw were. Granted, I was in a mall filled with fairly affluent people. I would imagine the poor people are less attractive, since they probably have bad dental care, poor sanitation/hygiene facilities, grubby clothes, etc. It's a lot eaiser to be pretty when you don't have to worry about basic needs like housing and food. You don't believe me? Just look at the next homeless person you see.

I'm trying to think about what I can say that is interesting about the work part of me being there, and it's not much. We worked a 5 day cycle, and it ended up where I had 3 days mostly off (worked a few hours every so often), one day where I sat around on an airplane in case the other airplane didn't take off (we'll call that working), and then the 5th day I actually worked, and that was always a long ass fucking day. But I got really used to being able to sleep 12 hours a night if I wanted to, and stay up till 4am if I felt like it. I'm going to hate going to work tomorrow. What do you mean, I have to be in at 7:30?! Haha...

Our mission there wasn't all that big of a deal, because there are people who've been doing that same thing for the last several years. I think (my opinion only, not that of the USAF) that we're only there to get us back into the 'combat mind-set', and to get some 'combat' experience for our people. See, we haven't really done anything like this for so long that our experience levels are reallly really low. So they send us out to a fairly easy war environment (with backup from the people who've been doing this for years now) to get our folks experience with the whole process, and to get the people we need to interact with used to working with us again. I dunno, I could be wrong. I don't make decisions, i just do what I'm told. Maybe we really are needed. But I don't think so.

Okay, that's about it. I've run out of things to say, and my hands are getting jittery from too much caffiene (thank you Starbucks, how I love thee). Plus, my dumb ass got massively sunburned two days ago at the lake, after not getting burned in the desert at ALL (dumb dumb dumb ME), and I'm getting that ants-crawling-under-my-skin itchy feeling and it's making me nuts. I have more to say about getting out, moving, freaking out and being home-itis, but I'll save that for another time. Besides, this is too long as it is.

Oh, btw, I couldn't get to LJ from the desert, it was blocked by the firewall, so that's why this is my first post about this whole thing.

PEACE,
moi
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I love your posts Mel. And I'm glad you're back, even though I don't see you......I know you're closer, so that's nice. I love that you got to shop (for me) and I'm pissed that I didn't get the Arabic dresses!!! At least take a picture of yours for me!

Call me soon. Well I'll be out of town until Monday night, so next week lets have a chat session shall we? I have some funny stories to tell you.

Love you honey!
If you really are that pissed about the dress, then I'll give you mine....and keep the hookah I got for you instead. HAH, take that!

I'm glad you like my posts, that makes me feel all happy.

I'll call you after Memorial Day weekend, and if I forget, you call me, okay?

I heart you,
Mel the power shopper

PS - I didn't end up going in to work today until my appointment at 2pm. HAHAHA!
le Hookah!? sweet :)

Sounds good deary, can't wait to catch up!