The Kandahar Contract
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I have been off of Blogspot for a long time, but I like to comment on other Blogspot blogs so reactivated my account.
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Monday, March 14, 2005
Welcome to Candyland! is the traditional greeting for FNG's at KAF. Most effective when accompanied with an evil grin and body language suggesting the greeter's opinion of the FNG's chances of sticking it out in this place.
Kandahar Air Field is a concrete runway, surrounded by plywood shacks, shipping containers, tents, and a few real buildings. The world's sole remaining superpower projects power from places like Charleston and McChord and Moody and Schofield Barracks into Central Asia through here. Loudly. At all hours of the day and night. The C-17's hit their reverse thrusters right outside my tent. This is the logistical support base for Operation Enduring Freedom in southern Afghanistan.
This used to be the Kandahar International Airport and will be again, someday. The terminal building is being slowly renovated. It has been uninhabitable since November of 2001. We kind of messed it up when we took it.
Afghanistan struggling with more than bad weather, and it may get worse
Afghanistan's seven-year drought ended with the harshest winter in 15 years. It has been so long since water flowed in and around Kandahar that a regional training compound was constructed in part on a wadi. The flood photographs are awesome, but the world at large is unaware of what happened because the news was dwarfed by tsunami stories.
Mud. Everywhere. Khaki colored soup. Knee deep at the latines up from from the laundrymat. Hail hitting the puddles like machine gun bullets. Bitterly cold winds that numb the fingers and fog the brain, turning a simple task like unlocking a padlock and opening a CONEX a tortuous exercise in endurance. The weather has sucked since Christmas.
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Every Hand's A Winner, And Every Hand's A Loser
HAVELOCK - David "Little Dave" Bradley White, 38, formerly of Kinston, died Thursday, Nov. 11, 2004, in Afghanistan. Little Dave formerly worked with U Save Auto in Havelock. He was the owner of Blondie's Auto in Havelock. Most recently he worked in Afghanistan with an independent contractor. Funeral services will be held at 7:30 p.m. Thursday, Nov. 18, in the chapel of Cotton Funeral Home. Burial will be held at 2 p.m. Friday, Nov. 19, at Hampstead Sea Lawn Cemetery. Survivors include his wife, Jenny White of Havelock; daughter Britnie Miranda White of the home; three sons, Brandon Nicholas White of Springfield, Ill., and Steven Anthony White and Christopher Donovan White, both of the home; sister Cathy White of Enterprise, Ala.; and three brothers, Glenn White of Havelock, Brian White of Norfolk, Va., and Ricky Royal of Surf City. The family will receive friends from 6 to 7: 30 p.m. Thursday, Nov. 18, before the service. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to David White Fund c/o BB&T of Havelock. Arrangements by Cotton Funeral Home.
He had been here 35 days. His tent mates found him dead in his hooch around 0630 local. Cause of death unknown. Still haven't been told what killed him. Must not be catching.
His fellow employee's raised $21,000 to send to his widow. That will go pretty fast. He was a long time in no pay status waiting to get here. If you can spare an Alexander Hamilton, send it to Jenny.
A whole bunch of people turned out to see him put on the C-17 taking his body to Dover. His Honors Detail performed their duty with notable precision and military bearing for a bunch of civilians. Most were prior service, I suspect. All were dressed in black The North Face fleece jackets and khaki pants and looked sharp.
Somewhere in the darkness of the Afghan pre-dawn, Little Dave broke even. Everybody else lost.