So, karma is playing its cruel game. After lamenting the fancy KBR chow up the hill at the main camp, we’ve been sentenced to eat at the lower mess hall here at the COIN Academy proper. I’ve never eaten so many mashed potatoes (at term we’ll use a little loosely, as I’m not sure there’s any mashing or potatoes involved). It’s like my family makes up the menu for lunch and dinner: meat + potatoes + corn (it is too a vegetable!). Add dessert as needed. (Sorry, Mom, no milk.) Sloppy Joes can’t be far off. I may have to sneak back up the hill to get fresh strawberries and pineapple (!) for breakfast tomorrow.
Turning now to “fashion”: you’d be surprised how many different ways there are to do desert cammo. Brits, Aussies, Dutch, Swedes, Finns, Austrians…everyone has their own version. The Marines of course have their desert utilities; unless you’re serving in a training team, in which case you wear woodlands (who knew?). What really throws me is people in full Army or Marine utilities with “DOD Contractor” on their service tape. It’s like we’re so frustrated that the Taliban don’t wear uniforms that we put our civilians in them instead.
On the flip side, I saw an Army soldier wearing a 1st Marine Division patch on his right arm the other day. (In the Army, that’s where you put the patch for the unit you served in combat with.) I had never seen that before. Pretty freaking sweet.
Meanwhile it continues to be cold and wet here. North Face gear is earning its keep. But I may have to figure out how to zip my high-speed sleeping bags together before too long. That could get ugly.