Craig is an EOD tech currently in Afghanistan. I am a comedian/actress in LA. These are my rantings. No real advice. No great nuggets of wisdom. I'm just here trying to document, as honestly as possible, what this experience is like.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

"Approximately", that's army for; "whenever".

Something I didn't know and still don't understand about the army is how they handle travel arrangements.  At least for the one guy I know.  While Craig was in the states travel was mildly straight forward.  I remember he had to fly to Denver for some Run-fastest/stand-straightest solider contest.  As I recall, all that needed to be done was to book a flight.  There was a certain amount of red tape but nothing like the adventure he's had getting to and now coming back from Afghanistan.  I understand that Denver and Afghanistan are a few miles away from one another but somehow I can't wrap my head around the fact that an organization that prides itself on organization and discipline can so often be wishy-washy and haphazard.

When I say approximately 10 days I mean just that.  I don't know when he's actually arriving.  Nor does he.  Nor will he.  For hours or even days into his trip he will not know when he might reach his final destination.  He calls it; "Hitchhiking on Uncle Sam's dime."  I call it crazy with a backwards K. (Sadly I lack the compy to actually spell it that way).  So he leaves on the 19th and could arrive home anytime between then and the 24th.  It was the same getting there for him.  On the first leg of his trip they told him to hang out in an air force hanger.  Literally, hang out.  They had no idea when a flight might be going and he needed to be ready at a moments notice.  Then the army shuffled him from place to place, finally leaving him stranded in Kuwait.  I called it Kuwait-ing (as opposed to what he does now which is Afghanistan-ding around).  In the end he, quite literally, had to hitchhike to Afghanistan.  Thumbing rides from one place to the next on military transport making his way slowly to his base.  I wonder what they did during past wars, shuffle man after man on a train and hope they get to the right place?  Military precision is a joke.  I don't know, maybe I shouldn't speak in generalities.  I know very little beyond my own experience on this subject.  But I digress.  I'm so happy and excited that a few days plus or minus mean very little.  I have so many things planned, dear reader.  I will write about all of them.  But for now that is all.  I will probably write again before he arrives.  Hopefully with more news.  

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