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Man, today I have really hit a wall. I only have 7 days left here but I feel like I am going to wail on somebody if one more person comes in this office and asks me one more question! These last few days feel eternal. I am so close, yet I still have 7 days left and right now that feels like an eternity.

I am pretty nervous about coming home. I know that I will feel much better when I get there but right now I am just feeling nervous overall. I haven't lost any weight since I've been here - I started off with a bang and then I met Heather and we both fell off the wagon and never quite got back on - I am a sucker for peer pressure and have spent much more time hanging out every night with friends instead of hitting the gym like I planned. So I am nervous to see anybody because most people are expecting that I am going to come back and be a skinny minny, and they are going to be sorely disappointed. I am very disappointed in myself, enough for everyone.

I am also nervous because I don't want to let anybody down when I get home - my friends and family are eager to see me but there are really only two things I want to do when I get back: 1) spend some much needed time alone...I haven't had that in four months and I am desperate for some solace and the freedom to just do nothing at all or to hop on the Metro and spend the day at the museums, and 2) spend as much time as I can with my new neice - hibernating in Megan's house and just getting to know the little gal. It's all I want to do - my entire focus is on getting there and spending every minute with her because she's gonna grow up so fast in between our visits after August. I love living in DC but it is going to be hard not being close to see her little milestones. So I just want to eat this time up while I've got it. I don't want to miss a minute.

I don't know, I'm just eaten up inside with all of these thoughts and I am sure they will go away once I'm home but the anticipation of it is so strange. While I am BESIDE MYSELF with excitement about returning to the states, that comes along with a lot of nervousness, too. The best part, though, is I get to see my DOGS. I can't believe I made it through over four months without them. Never again.

My replacement gets here at 0330 on Wednesday morning and I will spend three days training him and then I'll be running around for the last three days just getting everything together. Hopefully I'll be able to spend one last day off-base, too - to do those things that I haven't gotten around to and see a little more of this country that I'll never return to. :-)

That's it for now, sorry to be such a complainer but hey, it's MY blog. ;-)

Love! Kelly

Sha-ZAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!!!

So, this week has been a good one and an interesting one.

Megan had her baby, Harper Treacy Javery, on Sunday afternoon and from what I hear Megan was a super trooper. I have seen a few pics of the little munchkin and she's a super cutie! So excited about that new development.

Also, I found somewhere to live!!! I have been looking for a temporary place to live while I house-hunt in DC, but have had little luck due to my oh-so-endearing laundry list of needs. I need a place that is near a metro (so I can easily get into DC), that is fully furnished (because I don't want to have to move twice), that allows dogs, that has parking for my car, that already has utilities hooked up, has a washer/dryer, is in a safe neighborhood, and is near a dog park. Yeah. So you would think this place doesn't exist, wouldn't you? Well I found a woman who is renting out the basement of her house in the Ballston area of Arlington - it is kind of like a little studio apartment, fully furnished, all utilities included, next to a metro and a dog park and within walking distance of the Ballston shops, restaurants, and bars. The only bad thing is it doesn't have a kitchen, but in the laundry room there is a small refrigerator, a microwave, a hot plate, and a toaster oven. I am thinking I can make anything work for 3 months, and the homeowners said I can use their kitchen whenever I want. OH! And the woman is retired and said she will walk my dogs mid-day. I may just stay there forever! That took a huge load off of my shoulders because I had no idea where I was going to go when I got off the plane. So now I have a place to sleep off the deployment, a place to bring my dogs home to, and unlimited time to find my next home. SO excited about this!

The weather here was amazingly mild for several days. Our highs reached only into the low 100s and it was breezy so we had a break from the oppressive heat for a bit. It was actually not unbearable to sit outside or walk anywhere - loved that! But this week it has been WINDY. We have had two major sandstorms and today it is just intolerably windy. It can be exhausting just to walk from one building to another - having to lean into the wind and trying to keep your hat and/or belongings from escaping you (I think I mentioned before how humiliating this can be).

I am just a little less than 3 weeks from departure (hopefully) and my replacement gets here in 12 days. Once he gets here, I will spend a couple of days getting him spun up and then I will be free to go do some stuff I want to do before I leave - I would love to spend another day or so downtown at the souqs and maybe pick up a few things to ship home. The only thing I have bought since I've been here is a silver ring.

Heather's replacement gets here in 5 days - the bitch. However, her replacement, due to a string of bad luck, is being sent here for 6 months after having just had a baby - the baby will be just under 6 months when she arrives. So I feel really super sorry for her. Basically, she was originally given orders to go to Dover AFB (in Delaware) for a 6 month "deployment", but turned it down, thinking she would be picked up for another stateside deployment possibly nearer to her home so she wouldn't have to be so far from her baby - but instead a week later she was picked up to come here - on the other side of the world. I know she is kicking herself all the way to the airport, and I know that no matter how difficult my deployment has been, hers is going to be 100,000 times worse being away from her infant child.

I got a few care packages since my last post. My mom sent me all kinds of snacky goodies (which I am actually munching on right now), her friend sent me the 25th anniversary edition of Dirty Dancing (which I enjoyed watching thoroughly - man that brought back memories), and my friend Jess (who always comes through for me) sent me three packs of Trader Joe's Vegetable Jumbalaya! I ate one immediately and am saving the other two for when I am super homesick - it is one of my favorite things in the world to eat. Can't wait to go to TJ's when I get home and stock up on everything in the world. I swear, there are two things you become obsessed with when you are in the deployed location. One of them is food, the other one is not food. Thanks y'all for sending along a piece of home!

It is staying very busy here and I will be working hard until the day I leave - but that is making the days go by FAST and that's what I love. Things are looking like I may be here a few days longer than I had hoped (7th vs. the 2nd), but we are hopeful that another plane will show up on the mission tracker to take me home before then. Fingers crossed!

Until next time...love!

P.S. My friend told me to swallow my gum today because I couldn't find anywhere to spit it out, and it has been stuck in my throat for the past 8 hours.

Fallen Warriors

(I edited this post to include the cover of our base weekly magazine. A picture was taken of one of our fallen warrior formations so you could see what it looks like. Because we cannot photograph the actual remains, you cannot see them, however if you look closely through some of the saluting arms, you can see the heads of our team carrying down one of the cases.)

This post may not interest many or may be too much information, but I wanted to share it because it was an important experience for me...I am writing this as much for myself as I am for anyone who may be intrigued by the process.

So, since the beginning of July we have had 24 fallen warriors come through Al Udeid. Last week, I was able to go out to the flightline for the first time and assist with the transfer of four of them. It was a humbling and truly emotional experience that I will never forget. One of them had arrived earlier in the day, and so around 3:30 PM, the team assembled and caravanned out to the flightline. The front car carried all of the individuals who would physically transfer the cases from the aircraft, and three white trucks (with enclosed backs) followed behind, one to transport each case from the plane to the facility where they would be prepared/stored until the new aircraft was ready to depart.

We arrived on the flightline and waited for the incoming C-17 aircraft to land. It was hot out there, as it is normally about 15-20 degrees hotter on the flightline since it is constructed of black asphalt and there are so many huge aircraft hanging around and creating heat. Once the aircraft landed, you could see many vehicles arriving on the flightline - the wing commander (a 1 star General who comes to every fallen warrior detail no matter what time of day or night), the vice wing commander, and much of the wing staff and operations group staff. In total, there were about 50 people who showed up to show their respects to the fallen.

The ramp in the rear of the aircraft opened and the cases were lined up through the middle of the aircraft one after the other, and were all covered in big, beautiful American flags. Once the cases were unsecured from the mechanisms that held them in place, all of the "spectators" (as they are called) were invited onto the aircraft via the ramp and one of our chaplains said a prayer. Then the people exited the aircraft and lined up on each side of the ramp, shoulder to shoulder. The general was closest to the ramp so that he could call orders. Each of the three trucks were lined up in front of the ramp, backs facing toward the aircraft. Each of the drivers and truck attendees (myself included) stood at the corners of the truck at attention. Our team of 5 carriers marched through the middle of it all, wearing black gloves, and walked up the ramp of the aircraft to the first case. As the case was lifted, the general called for us to salute - and everyone standing there would do a three second salute - where you raise your arm very slowly over three seconds and halt in salute form. The team then brought the first case down the ramp, the truck attendees opened the back doors, and the team placed the case in the back of one of the trucks. After the doors were closed, the general then called for everyone to release their salute. This same process continued for the remainder of the three cases, the last of which was placed in my truck.

Now, let me first say, this was an honor for me because typically civilians are not allowed to salute. But because I was a part of the detail, I was able to salute. And as the team came closer to my truck with the case in hand, marching in time with each other, I became overwhelmed by emotion. I couldn't show it, but I could feel my whole body shaking. We are at war, and the war is being played out right in front of my eyes. The case coming towards me was somebody's family. Their brother. Or dad. I was thinking that as we closed the doors of the truck and then drove away from the plane towards our next destination.

When we arrived at the refrigerated storage facility, everybody just jumped out of the trucks and started moving quickly - it was no longer just the team carrying the cases, it was all of us. So I opened the back of our truck and reached in and grabbed the back handle of one of the cases, and helped lift the case from the back of the truck into the facility. While most of these guys out there have done this several times and it is now a bit of a routine for them, every move I made I was hyper-aware of what was going on. As I grabbed the handle on the case I was thinking of the gravity of the situation and how surreal it all was that I was carrying the remains of someone who was killed at war. Once we were inside, we closed the doors to the facility and everyone got to work again.

Moving very quickly, the members of the team began removing the tops from the cases and setting them to the side. They had to quickly identify each individual using the information attached to their body bags, remove the old bags of ice used to keep them cool while in transit, replace with fresh ice, and re-attach the lids with new identifiers attached. They read aloud their names, their social security numbers, their ranks, their service (all Marines this time), and the unit they were attached to when they were attacked. One of the cases was only identified by "unknown" and we knew that there was most likely not a fourth person in that case but instead "disassociated parts" of the other three that would be matched up to them using DNA testing. It was so...surreal. It was haunting. It was important for me to see, because even over here, we sometimes forget the cost of war.

When we were done, we simply closed the doors behind us and drove off in our trucks back to our normal workday, leaving those three behind. The team would go back again later that night to load them onto a new plane for their long trip home, while I was asleep soundly in my bunk. I will never forget that day...and how could I?  I saw the perils of war up close, and it was ugly.  I don't think my heart will ever be the same.

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The following is an article on the final transfer, much of the detail is
the same as we see here, minus the white gloves, the press, and the families:

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USA TodayJuly 20, 2009
Pg. 1

As Wars' Death Toll Nears 5,000, Dover Shows Quiet Dignity

Families see fallen loved ones returned to Del. base

By Rick Hampson, USA Today

DOVER AIR FORCE BASE, Del. — Tonight, as always, the passengers stop talking when the van makes a sharp left on the tarmac and rolls toward the rear hatch of the C-17 transport. Now they see its cargo: two gleaming, 7-foot-long aluminum cases, each covered with an American flag.

Aaron Fairbairn, 20, and Justin Casillas, 19, who met at Army basic training last year in Georgia and died together this Fourth of July in Afghanistan, rest side by side on a lonely runway under a nearly full moon.

Aaron's half-brother, Beau Beck, is in the van with other members of the two privates' families. They have traveled across the continent to witness one of war's rawest moments — the return of the fallen to native soil.

Since hearing the news, Beck has half-believed there had been a mistake, that Aaron wasn't really killed in a Taliban attack. But now, seeing the cases, he almost gasps. This was the kid to whom he'd spoken on the phone 72 hours ago.

"At first you don't want to believe it," he said. "You think, 'It's not true, it's not true.' But that sight made it true. It was final."

The nation is approaching a combined total of 5,000 military deaths in Iraq, where the pace of U.S. casualties is declining, and in Afghanistan, where it is rising. All the remains have come through this air base, site of the nation's largest mortuary.

Since April, journalists have been permitted to cover what the military calls "dignified transfers" of bodies from incoming flights to the mortuary. And, in a less-publicized change at the same time, the government began to pay for relatives' travel here for such arrivals.

News organizations' interest or ability to cover routine transfers quickly faded; only the Associated Press regularly assigns a photographer.

But relatives — who previously were not encouraged by the military to attend the arrivals and rarely did — now are coming to more than 70% of them.

On one level, the families' presence has changed nothing.

Each transfer is carried out with the same exacting choreography, regardless of who's watching. But in feel, if not form, their presence changes everything.

His brother's homecoming was the toughest sight of Beau Beck's 32 years, but he's glad he was there.

"There was this overwhelming sense of honor and respect. You didn't have to know those two kids on the flight line to feel that," Beck says.

The blue van pulls up behind the transport plane, 25 feet off the tail. To the left, through the tinted windows, the soldiers' relatives can see a few journalists standing on the tarmac.

Because the families will watch while standing on the other side of the van, the journalists can't see them.

Fairbairn's mother and sister would decline to discuss the transfer, and efforts to reach Casilla's relatives for comment were unsuccessful. Beau Beck later agreed to talk, explaining, "It was terrible, but it was amazing."

'The Dover Test'

During the Vietnam War, images of flag-draped cases arriving at Dover (and Travis Air Force Base in California, until 2001 the military's other domestic mortuary) symbolized the war's terrible cost.

After Vietnam, American leaders contemplating military action began referring to "the Dover Test:" How would Americans react to those grim sights on the air and in print?

During the Gulf War, the first Bush administration prohibited news media coverage of returning casualties, supposedly in the interest of privacy. When the policy continued during the Iraq war, critics cried coverup.In 2004, Joe Biden, then a senator from Delaware, said the fallen "are essentially snuck back into the country under the cover of night, so no one can see that their casket has arrived."

This year the Obama administration re-opened the arrivals to journalists, provided families approve. (About seven in 10 have.)

Defense Secretary Robert Gates had expressed concern that if the news media covered transfers at Dover, relatives would feel compelled to attend — a financial hardship for some who lived far away. So his department decided to pay and help arrange travel, food and lodging for up to three people per family.

Beck was surprised by the offer, which he and his family quickly accepted.

To his right tonight on the tarmac is a white truck, waiting to move the transfer cases to the base mortuary. Beck thinks it looks like a bread truck.

Seven members of an Army ceremonial unit — six bearers and a team leader — march past him and up a ramp into the hold of the huge steel-gray aircraft.

They're joined by a chaplain, an Air Force colonel and an Army brigadier general from the Pentagon, Francis Mahon.

Mahon is director of the Army's Quadrennial Defense Review — a big-picture guy, who works far from the battlefield.

He's there because the Army chief of staff has ordered that a general officer be present for the arrival of every soldier's remains.

"This reminds you there are lives at the end of decisions," Mahon says. "Everything you do affects a soldier."

In 30 years in the Army, Mahon has seen a lot of pomp — 21-gun salutes, Taps, flag presentations. This is different.

It's not a ceremony, in military terminology, but a "dignified transfer."

The remains are not in coffins but "cases." They are escorted not by an honor guard, but a "carry team."

Everything is functional — no speeches, music or dress blues. The carry team wears camouflage fatigues, combat boots, black berets and, in one concession to ceremony, white gloves.

That, Beck thinks, is what makes this so powerful — it's so real.

'America cares deeply'

In the cargo hold, a chaplain, Maj. Klavens Noel, reads a prayer over the bodies of Fairbairn and Casillas, which have come from Afghanistan via Kuwait and Ramstein Air Force Base in Germany.

The families cannot hear but see heads bent in prayer as Noel begins: "Almighty God, we thank you for the freedom we enjoy in our nation as we welcome Privates Casillas and Fairbairn home this evening. We pray that they may rest in peace. We pray for their family members, that they may find comfort in knowing that America cares deeply. We pray for their comrades on the battlefield ..."

Time to move the cases. First is Casillas, a former high school football lineman from Dunnigan, Calif., who always played bigger than his 175 pounds, and played hurt if he had to.

Friends and former teachers recall the teen's patriotism — he hung a flag in his room — and passion for the military.

A month before he left for Afghanistan, he dropped by his high school. His coach, Roy Perkins, said he thought it was good to see someone achieve what he'd always wanted.

Packed with ice, his case weighs about 400 pounds. The team leader calls, "Ready, lift" and the team members, facing each other, grasp the case. On "Ready, up" they straighten, lifting it. On "Ready, face," three soldiers do a left face, the other three a right face. Now all are facing toward the tail and out into the night, toward the bread truck, whose doors are open, waiting.

On "Ready, step" the team moves forward toward the ramp.

On the ground, the colonel says "Present, arms!" His voice is low, crisp. Each military servicemember slowly lifts a right arm in salute — three seconds up — and holds it as the team carries the case 46 steps across the tarmac to the truck.

Their pace is exaggeratedly — almost agonizingly — slow.

The families stand behind a rope line, like outside a nightclub. They've been told not to try to come forward to touch the case. But they never take their eyes off it.

This is the moment in the transfer when knees buckle and hearts flutter, when children wail and mothers scream. Tonight, there are racking sobs — "the sounds that ring in my nights," says David Sparks, a military chaplain standing with the families.

Most of the relatives, he says, arrive on the flight line still in shock: "Someone's come to the door and told them something, but they don't really believe it until they see for themselves." They haven't even begun to grieve, so he doesn't go much beyond a greeting, a hug and, 'I'm so very sorry.' "

As the carry team approaches the truck, they stop, march in place, turn toward each other and, on the command, "Ready, step!" push the case forward into the truck and onto its metal rollers, which make a clanging sound as the case moves forward.

At the command, "Order, arms" salutes are lowered — three seconds down.

The team takes six steps back, does an about face and marches back to the plane for the second case — Aaron's.

'Always with a smile'

Aaron Fairbairn joined the Army because he wanted to make a difference, because he wanted to learn a skill and because he didn't really have any better options.

"He was just a nice kid — hard-working, fun-loving, always with a smile," Beck says. Because he was 12 years older and Aaron's biological father was "out of the picture," Beck says he felt as much like the kid's dad as his brother.

Aaron had drifted a bit after high school, working at a pizza shop and a car dealership. When Aaron told him he planned to enlist, Beck was surprised and unenthusiastic: It was wartime.

"He wasn't gung-ho," Beck recalls. "He was a pretty peaceful kid. He didn't want to fight unless he had to. He just wanted to do his job. ... He'd do what you told him to do, and he wouldn't show a lot of emotion."

Aaron left for Afghanistan in March and wound up at a combat post in the eastern province of Paktika. Except for one mission early on, he told his family that military life consisted mostly of post duty, watching videos they'd sent him and working out. He was never athletic but had bulked up to 155 pounds from his induction weight of 115, and boasted of bench-pressing 275 pounds.

Beck got a call from Aaron late Friday afternoon, July 3. Things were quiet; the action was down south, in Helmand province, where the Marines were on the march. If anything, he was a little bored.

Later that day, the Taliban attacked.

Saturday morning, an Army chaplain and sergeant were on his mother's porch in Aberdeen, Wash. When she saw them standing there, Shelley Masters thought that because it was Independence Day, maybe they were there to raise funds or something.

That night she, Beau and her 21-year-old daughter, Sascha, took the red-eye to Philadelphia.

Final salute

When the last case is placed in the bread truck, Senior Airman Joseph Holton must close the truck's door — given its symbolism, the most sensitive part of the ritual.

Transfer detail team members are selected by their predecessors, after watching them perform a test drill. Holton and another airman were chosen from a group of 40.

He must make unnaturally slow movements look natural, even though the tendency is to speed up — especially with the families and the news media watching, and his adrenaline pumping.

So as he walks, Holton later explains, he paces himself by counting in his head. He times his steps to his breathing — inhale on heel down, exhale on heel up. He moves so deliberately as to seem to extend time itself.

Without appearing to, Holton must brace for the unforeseen, such as a gust of wind that could blow the door shut.

He tries to block out anything that might distract him from the precise execution of his otherwise workaday task, including the families. Recently, a mother fell to the tarmac, pounding the ground and screaming, "Don't close the doors!"

Holton tries not to look, but he sees the relatives when he does a left face to close the left door and a right face to close the right door.

Finally, the doors are closed. When the driver turns the ignition, the colonel orders, "Present arms" to signal a final salute. The truck rolls forward. At "Order arms" the salutes are lowered.

The truck rolls slowly off to the mortuary, where the bodies will be scanned for explosives, checked for personal effects, positively identified, autopsied, embalmed, dressed in a blue Class A dress uniform bearing the Purple Heart, Bronze Star, Combat Infantry Badge and airborne wings, and placed in a steel casket.

Back on the tarmac, Aaron Fairbairn's mother, brother and sister form a tight circle, hugging and sobbing. Their soldier is home.

Contributing: Paul Overberg

Toll of Iraq, Afghanistan wars

Milestones in the combined U.S. death tolls for the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan:

July 24, 2004 -- 1,000 (909: Iraq, 91: Afghanistan)

Aug. 8, 2005 (multiple casualties on that day) -- 2,000 (1,832: Iraq, 171: Afghanistan)

Oct. 4, 2006 -- 3,000 (2,729: Iraq, 271: Afghanistan)

Aug. 5, 2007 (multiple casualties on that day) -- 4,000 (3,654: Iraq, 348: Afghanistan)

Friday -- 4,996 (includes Defense Dept. civilians) (4,328: Iraq, 668: Afghanistan)

Source: Defense Department

I can't wait...

Things I can't WAIT to do when I get home:

• Get up in the middle of the night and pee - without having to get fully dressed and walk outside
• Shower while not wearing shoes!
• Drive my car with the windows down and the music up - especially while driving south to Charleston!
• Wear open toed-shoes and flip flops (anywhere but the shower)
• Wear skirts
• Read Washingtonian Magazine - my love
• Sit on a comfy couch with my feet up
• Wear my hair down
• Watch TV
• Enjoy TWO days off a week (and only work 40 hours!)
• Buy groceries
• Do laundry (except for putting it away, I will still hate to put it away)
• Snuggle with my dogs
• Play ball with Banjo
• Listen to music as loud as I want
• Go for walks when it is daylight out
• Not walk .5 miles for every meal
• See my family (especially Baby Javery and Maris!)
• LISTEN TO NPR
• Go shopping without having to request a pass 7 days in advance
• Roll around in the grass
• Talk on the phone and text people!
• Smell the flowers
• Wash my sheets every weekend!
• NOT sleep in a bunk bed
• Wear big funky earrings
• TAKE A LOOOOOOOOOONG BUBBLE BATH - with loofah scrubbies and leave-in conditioners
• Eat cheese and crackers (I really miss cheese and crackers)
• Cook my own dinner
• NOT count my dirty clothes in front of a foreign man
• Ride my bike!
• Go to Trader Joe's
• Drink out of soda cans and water bottles with English written on them
• Microwave stuff!
• Take my dogs for a walk and give them baths!
• Wear tank tops
• NOT sweat like a whore in church every minute of the day
• Have fast bandwidth so I can download new music
• Leave the area for the day without having to sit in a search pit for 30 minutes while bomb dogs sniff my car and cops go through my purse/car every time I want to come home. (love the bomb dogs, though - they're so sweet and smart)
• NOT have everything I own be covered in a quarter inch of silt
• Use a real hair dryer
• Get dressed up
• Go to any website I want
• Go see Brett in NY
• Spend some time getting to know DC again
• NOT wear combat boots!
• Get stuff I want when I want it
• Catch up with all of my friends on all the stuff I've missed
• Eat a salad with blue cheese, granny smith apples, roasted chicken, and BV (yum!)
• Two words: soy milk!
• Drink spirits until I'm satisfied (not until my ration card is full)
• Use cold, hard American CASH - not these silly "Eagle Cash Cards" and Qatari Riyal
• Eat an open-faced meatloaf sandwich
• Read the Washington Post
• Burn scented candles
• Go to the library
• Buy a house
• Wear some decent running shoes again!
• Go to Target (ahhhhhh Target) - and spend money on things I don't need
• Sleep in a comfy bed with comfy sheets and comfy pillows
• NOT drink 15 bottles of water a day or fear death from dehydration
• NOT get a huge whiff of camel ass when I walk outside in the morning
• Learn to make lemon cupcakes while Megan and Baby Javery teach and critique me

There may be more, but that's a start...

26 Days from an Open Window

Well helllllllllllloooooooooo there. Things are going splendidly here at The 'Deid, and it is super crazy that Jason and I are less than 30 days out from returning home. I can't say that the past three months has gone by fast, because it hasn't at all, but at the same time - looking back, I don't remember most of it! It is bizarre that when all is said and done I will have spent a third of this year away from my normal life - I feel like when I return to the States I won't recognize anything and everybody will be buzzing around on jet packs! Truly, though, it is an odd phenomenon - this deployment thing.

When everyone returns home from deployment, they have to go through a process called "reintegration" - where you talk about your experiences and you are given coping techniques to help with the adjustment back into your personal and professional life. When I left, I didn't think I would need this process at all and that I would probably breeze right through it when I go, but now I am thinking I actually have some things to talk about! It hasn't been the long extended vacation that I thought it was going to be - it has been a lot harder than I thought, but even weirder is the fact that now as I approach the time to go home, I am nervous about returning home and back to my regular life for many reasons. Needless to say, there will be a readjustment period for me personally/professionaly as well. Hopefully these nerves will go away soon - I am ready to get excited about going home!

Tonight I am going to something called "Right Finish" - which is a big presentation for people who are within 30 days of departing the base. They talk to you about outprocessing the base, several agencies come in and brief you on how to cope with returning home, and you learn about everything that the base has accomplished since you've been here. It's a big milestone because it means I'm going home soon. Heather, Jason, and I are all going tonight and we are STOKED. I've started working on my outprocessing checklist, too. It is all becoming real.

Last week I had the most exciting experience I have had here so far - I was able to go to the CAOC (Combined Air and Space Operations Center) to provide a briefing and got to tour the facility while I was there. I saw some really cool stuff. Unfortunately, I am bound from writing about it here due to operational security reasons but I hope to tell you about it when next we meet. It was COOL. Totally. It got me excited about being here and reminded me that, despite the swimming pool and the three beers a day and the comfy air-conditioned offices we are blessed with, we are indeed in the middle of two major wars right now. Additionally, things in Afghanistan are getting rougher. On the not-so-exciting side of things, yesterday alone we had the remains of seven soldiers come through our base. All seems to be somewhat quiet now on the Iraqi front, but all of the energy that was circling that place has now moved East to the big A.

My former roommate and very good friend, Tamara, lost her mother this week. I had been receiving word from my sister that Mrs. Starnes had been ill over the past couple of weeks but her passing was still too quick and very unexpected. It killed me that I was unable to be home to give Tamara the hugs that I wanted to, to sit beside her and drink a glass of wine and talk about it, and to attend Mrs. Starnes' memorial service in NC. Though she knows I am thinking about her, it continues to be difficult to be so far away when things such as this happen.

Meggers STILL has not had that little bugger baby, and her record is stuck on "any day now." We thought for sure she was going to go last week, but no such luck. So she waits, and waits, and waits...

I got the funniest video over e-mail a couple of days ago. Apparently on 3 July when several members of my family were hanging out, my sweet neice Maris gained control of a video camera and taped all kinds of "interesting things" for me to view, and Jamie edited them all together and sent it along. She is freaking hilarious! I got to see her singing the "Star Spangled Banner," eating potato chips, getting a closeup of Jim's weird toe (there were lots of feet in the video actually), and I even caught a fleeting glimpse of a very pregnant Megan who looked beautiful. I have watched the video about 10 times so far, and I crack up laughing every time. It is just so silly but at the same time it captures the energy of my family perfectly.

July 4th was a great time - our center was closed on that day so that we could help staff the big Freedom Fest that our squadron was sponsoring for the base. It started out (for me) with a homemade sailboat regatta in our pool, which was hilarious to watch - people got so creative with their boats - sometimes too creative. :-) Then we had free pizza and watched a bunch of different silly games go on . Then I took a nap - radical. Then I worked to help set up for the huge BBQ we had. Then I ate a hot dog. Then I went for an evening swim in our pool - it was my first time at the pool and I have to say, when you are there you completely forget for just a little bit that you are deployed. It is that good. The water is surprisingly cool despite being exposed to the boiling heat all day (I think they have a cooling mechanism in the pool). Then we had Dairy Queen sundaes and went to have our 3 drinks (Stella Artois for me). Then we watched a movie and ate popcorn and Twizzlers. It was a fun day and I barely did a lick of work at all.

The next day we went to a super duper upscale spa in downtown Doha, because we deserved it. I went with my friends Heather and Chief. This spa was one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen - it was enormous and was decorated with ornate stonework and rich wood and fountains and flowy linens abounded. For starters, I had a Dead Sea mud wrap. I had to strip down to my birthday suit and they coated me in this thick (and stinky) mud and then wrapped me in cellophane, laid me down on a table, and covered me with a heavy blanket. While I laid there, a massage therapist massaged my face with honey. Once that was done, I showered and headed over for my Hot Stone massage. Holy moly was this awesome. If you have never had a hot stone massage, you have absolutely got to have one. This place thought of everything...even when I was laying face down on the massage table and looking through the hole towards the floor, there was a bowl of water on the floor directly underneath with fresh blossoms floating to look at. Ahhhhhhhhhh, I never ever ever wanted it to end. But unfortunately, it did. After that I went and laid down on one of the beds for a while, drank green tea, and dazed until it was time for my facial. The facial was awesome, too! Once it was all done, I returned to the beds, drank more green tea, and listened to the sounds of the fountain and the soothing music until Heather and Chief were done. The damage was less than $300 bucks, and it was totally worth the escape from reality for a while. After the spa we headed to a delicious Thai restaurant, then to Krispy Kreme to pick up some original glazed for the office, then to Marble Slab for some yummy ice cream. There are TWO Krispy Kremes in Doha, ain't it amazing? Amazing.

People, I actually had almost a full WEEKEND for the first time in three months! And it was amazing!!! Can't wait for more of those when I get home.

The past three days I have been suffering from ear infections again in both ears - not sure what it is about this place that my ears hate but I have been laying low and sleeping lots. Today I am actually starting to feel like myself again, and am getting geared up for a couple of busy weeks to come. My replacement will get here sometime close to 30 July, so I'm trying to get things organized and ready for him.

I guess that's it for now, hope this finds you all well and I am looking forward to seeing many of you in under a MONTH!

Love! xo

I am a Snack

If you are wondering of his whereabouts - Eminem works at the BX in the Blatchford-Preston Complex on Al Udeid Air Force Base. Yeah, I didn't know either. Yesterday I was doing some shopping in the greeting card section of the BX, and there he was, restocking the cards! I was like "woah!" Most of the third country nationals that staff any of our facilities on base that provide any type of customer service wear nametags. And many of them (though not all) have names that we couldn't begin to pronounce - so they choose their own names. It can be pretty funny. Most of them choose names like "John" or "Barbara," but every once in a while you will see a funny one like Eminem. There are also people who have easier given names, who wear them proudly on their nametags. For instance, Siddhartha works at Baskin Robbins/Dunkin Donuts. (That's the Buddha's given name, if you aren't familiar). It is always an *enlighening* experience when I go in for a scoop of froyo. (har har har) Krishna works at the laundry facility (he is also a Buddhist legend). There are a few guys at the DFAC that have our normal requests memorized (they don't wear nametags, though...hmmm...). For instance, on days that they have the "good chicken" - I will make a salad to bring back to the office with me for dinner. Every time I start walking near this one line, the guy (who calls me "Meeeeeeeees Steeeeeeeeeeweeeeeeeert") pulls out a styrofoam container and has it waiting for me. And then when I'm done making my salad, I walk back and he already has the "good chicken" cocked and ready to place on top of my salad (to the side, not on top of the cheese please). They are so friendly and just make your day. I want to give them each a bag of money and tell them to go do something FUN with it - because these guys, they make no money at all.

Today I got three care packages!! There were two on my desk when I came in this morning from Mom's AHT friends - got some yummy snackies and magazines. And then I got another care package from the Valdosta crew!!! You guys are outdoing yourselves! First of all, the letter was just too sweet and I feel the *same* about all of you. I wouldn't have made it through 2.5 years in the VLD without you. May the love I found on Cranford Ave and 4H Club Road always live on. You guys make me weepy!! And then I got through the first layer of cushiony TP (thanks Mama Landis) and I just kept pulling out more and more yummy oatmeal and snacky goodies and games and books and Maria Bamford? Are you kidding me??? You guys know me too well - I can't wait to listen to it! Thanks to you ALL.

Meggers is getting closer and closer to delivery day and I can't wait. I'm so excited that I have started looking for jobs in Charleston (for fun, for now) so that I can be closer to baby Javery! I just don't want to miss out on a minute of her precious little life, as I was so blessed to spend so much time with Maris in her younger days. I can't wait to run into Megan and Jamie's house (quietly, of course) and scoop up that tiny little bundle of loveliness and just hold her for hours.

I have been listening to a lot of Dave Matthews Band recently and reminiscing about my college days. Thinking a lot of family and friends that I shared such awesome memories with. This place has made me nostalgic as hell!

Still reeling about the death of Michael Jackson. Time Magazine wrote an article called "The Death of Peter Pan" and the beginning of it spoke so true about how you just want to erase every bad or uncomfortable thing you ever knew about the man because he was such an integral part of our youth - I think that MJ just never got to live the childhood of a normal kid and somehow reverted back to it in his elder years. I am sad that we never got to see him do his comeback tour, which I think could have erased some of the badness and replaced it with how amazing he was. Some friends and I were discussing him last week, about how ahead of his time he was and how we couldn't wait to see him get back on stage again. I remember listening to his Thriller and Bad albums as a kid - we always had some kind of music playing in our house and Michael Jackson was a permanent fixture in the 80s. And then Ed McMahon, I just can't take it - what about Star Search??? I kept waiting for it come back on! My childhood is perishing before my eyes.

Next weekend on our day off, some friends and I are going to a REALLY upscale spa downtown for some awesome treatments. I can't wait!!! I have never done a day at the spa before, I've been in and out for a massage or whatever, but we're going to do it up right and I am stoked.

We are having a big 4th of July celebration here on base - our center is closed and we are having stuff like a homemade boat regatta in our swimming pool, lots of sports events, and bands playing all day. It is going to be hot as BALLS, but it should still be fun. The only thing missing will be fireworks, but I am sure you understand why we wouldn't shoot them off here. Plus, the Qataris don't like it when we make noise - they don't even let us use our loudspeaker on base.

I am getting closer to breaking that 30-day mark - crazy how time just flies by. Pretty soon I'll be complaining about a whole other set of problems like "I have nowhere to live" and "My boss is still crazy" and "Megan won't FedEx her baby to DC" and such. Ah, the good life. I miss it.

Love you guys.

xo

43 Days Until My Window Opens (or, Happy Father's Day)

Soooooooo...where to begin?

Today I received a package from my friend Cynthia (aka Tutu and/or C-note) who cracked me up by thinking of me while on her trip to California and sending me SIX t-shirts from Redondo Beach, LA, and Hollywood. You are such a trip, C. And thanks - as I have increased my workouts I am going through t-shirts like crazy and these will help a lot!!

I also got a package from my Dad - he went bananas on Bill O'Reilly's website and sent me two books, a t-shirt, and some shopping bags. Thanks, Dad! I promise I will read the books with an open mind, and even if I don't eventually switch over from the "dark side" your efforts will never be lost on me. I am always interested in learning more about all sides of the political conundrum.

My sister, Tracy, has been sending me cards on a regular basis and they really cheer me up - it is something we both have always loved to do (make each other laugh out loud with our Hallmark purchases). One of them had a story that Maris had concocted transcribed on the back, with a little plastic Christmas tree she had created with her little tiny plasticky ball joining contraption that she got over the holidays. It got me in the mood for a splendid holiday this December to come.

Meggers is closer and closer to being a Mama - the process has begun and even though she's not in labor just yet, we know it will be soon. It is ridiculously exciting.

So Kehinde is leaving early tomorrow morning. For those of you who know the back story on this, you know this is a very good thing. A very very good thing. Luckily still, AFPC was able to rally into action and get her replacement here this evening. They could not get military airflow for her, so they popped her on a commercial flight and Jason is picking her up at the airport tonight. This is SUCH good news for us because we were worried that she wouldn't be here until next week! So she will be spun up and hopefully fully functioning by mid-week and we should have a full staff again. :-)

It is so strange how immune you become to numbers and statistics when you are separated from the warzone, and how affected you become by those same numbers when you are so close. This morning when I woke up, I read on MSNBC that two US warriors were killed when militants fired rockets into Bagram Air Base in Afghanistan. Let me first say that this is scary because the perimeters of one of our bases was compromised, a base that has a HUGE military presence including many Air Force members (some of whom I know)...so this has many people startled in the military community, although it has been feared with the increase of attacks in Afghanistan. But anyway, so when I read this article I knew that these two warriors would be coming through Al Udeid on their way back to the states. And they are indeed here now. But the part that is even worse is that one of the members who perished was deployed with his wife (also military), and she travelled here with his remains. Basically, they shared a room at Bagram and while she was at work a rocket hit their room while he slept. Can you imagine? So the plane is on the ground now, and our squadron is working to ensure she is well taken care of while she is here. Tomorrow morning she will get on a plane back to her home station in Alabama, and he will continue on to Dover AFB in Delaware. So it has been a very sensitive day here. We have had two other transfers this week and the British had three, but every case is different. And this one has really struck the heartstrings of us all. While we on this base are strategically separated from the two war zones and are relatively physically safe ourselves, we cannot escape the mission and its consequences on a daily basis. Just another account of the reality of war from across the world.

If anybody is sending anything this way anytime soon, I could really use some Bandaid Blister Cushions - they come in a silver box. Can't get them here and use them frequently to get through PT sessions with these sucky tennie-pumps I have.

Okay, I'm outtie for now.

Love to all.

xo Kelly