If enough people say "Gee, we haven't had a rocket attack for awhile.." Well you know. 0530 this morning. No casualties. Except for my caffeine deprived bunker mates. Some serious withdrawal symptoms happening. Good thing there was no Taliban around, they would of been done beaten within an inch of their life. "Sir, sir, stop hitting me. What is this 'Starbucks?' " Death by KAF badge. It could of been ugly.
Eight more days until Dennis comes back. Eight l o n g days. We have a new Internet provider here in sunny Afghanistan (it was 120 today). We have upgraded and now have slower Internet. I kid you not. Brilliant I tell you, brilliant. Actually infuriating, I tell you, infuriating. I was ready to make a sacrifice of an IT tech with rum and cigars. I actually went out to find another provider on base and pay for it myself. I have to answer emails that have medical files attached it take from people wanting to come back into country from medical leave. It used to take 30 seconds. Now it takes 30 minutes. Or 30 days, or 30 months, Ok I exaggerate, but it feels that way. Our email is up and down all day like a yo-yo. That's making me coo-coo. How Dennis did all of this prior to me getting here 'll never know. The man's a saint. Me, I'm getting cross eyed. Like a Saint Bernard. Drool and everything. Saint Mark, the angry patron saint of emails. "Sit boy, now fetch the coffee. Bad, dog that's tea..."
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