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Bretton Wood

This completely unrelated picture is Bretton Woods, NH, the place where they came up with the Bretton Woods monetary agreements after WWII.  We went up there when we lived in NH, walked part way up Mt Washington.  It is a hard climb. The picture is still on my old blog site, so I do not need to upload anything. The blog entry, BTW, is http://johnsonmatel.com/Mountwashington.htm 

I am currently stuck in Baghdad using the computer at the Internet café. It is not bad here, but I would like to get back to Al Asad.

I have walked over to the landing zone several times, carrying all my gear and body armor.  All that stuff weighs maybe 70 lbs.  It is hard to walk up stairs etc.  You get tired just walking around. I don’t know how fat people do it.   More heroically, I do not know how our soldiers can run and fight with all that weight on their backs.  

Anyway, maybe tomorrow I can get out.  I have some work I need to do back at Al Asad. I can do some things here, but I need my files for the rest.  Besides, I am not supposed to use these machines for official business.  Even for the less official stuff, the computers at the Internet café do not have easily accessed ports for the thumb drives, so I cannot even use what I have along with me.  I would feel funny crawling under the tables to find the ports. If I stay here much longer, I may consider that, however.

I should get to bed.  It is 0300.  I had to wait at the LZ until they positively cancelled by flight. They guy told me that there was a small chance I could fly and I should wait until it went to zero.  I was not alone there.  The room was crowded with the other unfortunates.  I am better off than many, since I can come back and easily get my can back and I do not have to sleep on the floor. 


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Comments

Reading your descriptions of waiting for air transportation here and on past entries reminds me of the scene in the movie "Best Years Of Our Lives". I just picture a shed looking room with a bunch of people crammed in it waiting for a plane to take them home. Is that how it is?

Regarding all the armor. I gained a nice appreciation of all that stuff a couple years ago at Civil Service Appreciation day down at the Mall in DC. Special Forces had a big tent all set up. I asked if I could try their gear on. They happily helped me on with it all.

At the time, I was in kick butt shape so the putting it on and walking around a small area wasn't too bad. They were a bit disappointed that I didn't groan under the weight. However, walking in an 8x8 foot area is one thing, hiking for miles and running is another.

I'm with you I dont' know how overweight people could handle all that gear.

I think I would look at it as a cardio and weight training workout wrapped into one.


John Matel says

Sometimes it is a plywood shack, sometimes a big tent, often an old installation.

I wasn't thinking of the fat guys with the armor, but rather just being fat and carrying around all that weigt all the time.

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