Hi guys, no more monkey, I mean donkey business today. Unless you consider evacuating all our sleeping tents due to discovering yet another unexploded anti-tank mine (fourth one so far right by our sleeping tents) to be monkey business. Those EOD guys are smooth, must have cast iron cojones, they berm 'em (mines)in tight with sandbags and blow 'em in place, hardly even make a mess. A couple of guys right before we got here paid the ultimate price for their country due to antipersonnel mines. Mines are bad news, period.
Pappy, I'm with you, I'd have choked myself to death holding back the laughter when that fellow was doing his "donkey business". Found some bad guys last night and today, can't give out particulars, but you can bet nobody's forgotten who we are or why we're here. Things stay hopping pretty good, the constant noise of helos taking off and landing is giving some of the guys trouble sleeping. Doesn't bother me, I love 'em, especially the venerable old workhorse CH-47 Chinooks.
Going to use my BAS, and my British commando (wire) saw, to make a hunk of wood into a wash board. It'll help when we wash our clothes in a bucket. There is a laundry service of sorts here. You bag up your stuff, limit of eleven clothing items, and take it to a collection point. You get it back several days later smelling better, but not looking much better than it was (I've been told they boil 'em). We've scrounged some buckets and soap, and parachute cord makes good clothes lines.
All the guys are healthy and well. A few have the "traveler's crud", but it's not dysentery or hepatitis and they'll get over it.
As soon as the foot locker I shipped gets here, I'll break out my sharpening supplies and get the edges on their khukris squared away.
Thanks for keeping us in your thoughts,
Sarge