It's just like summer camp...but with out going silkworm missles.

Nothing like a good night's sleep on my new mattress. My little saga/crisis continues and I hope it ends in a couple of days. I have had to send one of the key players out of the country because of a gallbladder attack. Wasn't expecting that.....but wait...I am in Afghanistan. So here I am at Camp Leatherneck, due West of KAF. Sleeping in a tent with it's own, very clean outhouse. Have to flipflop down the street in the morning for my shower. Luckily, I'm next to the clinic so I sneak in and make myself a cup of tea first.
It's very quiet here. No poo pond smell and no one fires rockets at us. Probably 'cause the Marines routinely fire rockets randomly out into the desert. "Disinsentiveizing" I believe they call that in the business world. Apparently homey don't play that "rocket.attack.rocket.attack" game here.
Yesterday was another adventure. We had heard that the secret base-within-the-base was having steak and lobster. We are not supposed to go there. So, of course, we went there. It is called "Tombstone." No really. I could tell you about it but I'd have to kill you. Or, eat your steak and lobster. So off we went into the night, through gates that are verboten and well I can't tell you anymore, but I did see a goat. Whole other story. Anyway, sure enough, they were serving steak and lobster. And Miss Kitty  was behind the bar. OK, I made that part up. It was sooooo good. In a small dfac that was like a cozy restaurant. They had root beer and ice cream and I made myself a rootbeer float. I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. Or was it boot hill? Anyway, I actually said out loud,"I am sooo happy right now." Of course, we got busted. But the guy that busted us wasn't supposed to be there either, so he couldn't say nuthin'. Sweet! I said  thatI would gladly go to jail for this meal. What are they going to do, send me to Afghanistan???