Monday, October 04, 2004
Pack Your Bags...
I'm being pushed out of the door, literally. I had almost no time to pack my gear and start looking for a plane out of Kirkuk. There's nothing inbound any time soon, so this may take a while. The Commanders looked around the AOR and found no other openings for me to fill, so instead of keeping me around to get shot at they want me on my way home pronto. I was going to surprise Tonya with the news once I got home (She's currently in Australia with her Mom and our two little girls, Kalyssa and Trevi), but I don't want her to go another day worrying about me being out here. I'll give her a call.
This is weird. I'm very happy to be headed home, but I'm also feeling guilty and a little sad because there are some folks here that should be going instead of me. Also, I work with two of the most kick-ass Admin troops in the Air Force, and they have kept me from going insane ever since they arrived here. They're like two peas in a pod. I sometimes call them Laverne and Shirley, but they're more like Janet and Chrissie from 'Three's Company'. No matter what you call them, they are the best people out here by far. I'm going to miss them both.
I'm going to attempt to Space-A it all the way home. If you don't know, Space-A means 'Space Available', and it involves finding empty space on existing military flights that are going in the same general direction you want to go. You may end up in the wrong city or country, but at least you're near the hemisphere you're trying to get to. It's not always the best way to go, but sometimes you get lucky, and it beats sitting around for a rotator flight (Contracted Commercial).
I have no idea how I'm getting home, but they want me off, so I'm gone. Wish me luck.
posted by El Capitan at 10:52 AM