My new career

So I have finally made up my mind regarding my plans after retirement. I figure it needs to be something that will pay well in a location that I would want to reside in for the rest of my life. Get a job in a location with good schools, nice weather and plenty of things to do on my off time. The job will need to be conducive to raising a family with ample time off and a work load that will give me time to enjoy my time with my family.

Well folks, I think I have it all figured. I am going to appoint myself as the Minister of Travel for Kuwait (unless that title already exists, then I am staging a coup and conducting a hostile takeover).

I have it all figured out. This isn't really a bad place to plan your next vacation; people just need to be turned on to all of the wonderful things this amazing country has to offer. I will outline a few things that make this the next destination for world travelers of all types.

The first thing I would outline as the newly appointed (or taken) Kuwait minister of tourism is the amazing scenery this part of the world has to offer.





Just look at that view. Few places allow you to see for miles in any direction without having your view interrupted by pesky trees or annoying mountains. No sir, you will find few other places where your eyes are free to roam to the horizon, or at least to the constant haze that hangs in the air. Besides that, every day here is a day at the beach! Look at those beautiful sand dunes. It's the beach without having to worry about getting eaten by a shark, your kids drowning, or how fat your thighs look in your new bathing suit. Think of the possibilities!

Something else that needs to be shown the world at large is the incredible weather here in Kuwait. Not only do we have great summer weather so you can enjoy all of your time at the beach.


But just when you are starting to think, "Boy is it hot" a sandstorm comes in and blocks the sun for you. Like your own personal umbrella. A simply magical experience.



That picture shows what an approaching sandstorm at 2:30 in the afternoon can look like. As you can see... plenty of shade. We would provide pictures during the storm to make the experience even better, but as you can imagine cameras and sand as fine as baby powder do not mix well.

Lets talk about accommodations. After your long day at the beach you will need a place to wash the sand out of your hair, and your ass, your mouth, your ears, and any other orifice I didn’t mention. Here in Kuwait they have many 5 star (of david) hotels. Below is a picture of one of the many beach front, and back, bungalows you can rent for a very modest fee.



As you can see it has all of the amenities. Central, and exterior, air. Numerous skylights. A one car garage and a two car living room. And no one to bother you for miles and miles and miles. Hospitality like that may seem like a dream to many, but here in Kuwait it can all be had for a price anybody, and I do mean anybody, can afford.

So as you can plainly see, this country needs a minister of tourism; or at least a new one. So if any of you want to join me, feel free to come. There is room for everybody here in lovely Kuwait.

Adios South Carolina

So the first step in my adventure has come to an end. I am properly trained, readily equipped, througally exhausted, and ready to move on to the next step. Tonight I will board a military flight and, after a couple of stops in Maine and Ireland (I know right?), land in beautiful Kuwait City for my final destination. Where 6 months of fun and (a shit load of) sun await. I have high hopes that the flight will make it there in one peice, but this is the military so I will temper my expectations a bit.

My next entry may be awhile as I will spend the next 4 days at the Udairi Range. Here is a link explaining what it is, http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/facility/udairi.htm , sounds like a little slice of heaven to me.

I made a slide show to give those of you playing at home a little feel for life here at Fort Jackson. Check it out here: http://www.slide.com/r/JkjvchGB4j_G9mZCZq2y2NMmYK_DKNti?previous_view=mscd_embedded_url&view=original

Check it out and feel free to leave comments in the block below. If there is something you want to know about, left me know. I will do my best to put up pipcs of the things you are interested in seeing.

SEE YA'LL IN KUWAIT!

"Army training sir"

I will now backdate a few things here. I arrived here a week and a half ago and have had zero internet connectivity. 7 miles from the capital of South Carolina and I am already in a technological vacuum. I'm sure if I needed 4X4 parts or a gun I could find those with ease, but reliable internet may be a pipe dream.

So I arrived here in early June and was issued my Army Desert Camouflage uniforms and a 70 pound hunk of kevlar called an IBA.

Great Pic of me looking ready to take on the Taliban.

We live in Open Bay Barracks, for those of you with no military experience think summer camp cabins. 126 sweaty dudes all bunking up together in a room the size of a large hallway. The bad thing is the smell, the good thing is the camaraderie you build when you spend 24 hours a day with the same group of dudes. Troy is a Personnel Chief from Kauai who sleeps on the bunk above me, I spend most of my time hanging out with him. He is deploying to Djibouti so next week we will go our seperate ways. Hopefully we can keep in touch.

My rack mate Troy sneaking up on one of the rats that share our barracks with us. I don't think he was really going to shoot it. But who knows.


Every morning we wake @ 4:00 to cram into a bus that takes us to the range for that days live fire event.

Live fire can be anything from a M-16 rifle shoot to a .50 Caliber machine gun with armor piercing tracer rounds. By the end of this training I will have fired almost a thousand live rounds and countless others in the weapon simulators we use to make sure we dont shoot each other, or ourselves for that matter, when we are on the range.

Tanks and targets on the machine gun range.

Typical M-16 range. If I never see another one, it will be too soon..

South Carolina

In any great adventure you must have a starting point. Some kind of launching point to set the tone, like a desert island, a newly discovered land, a pirate ship, even an old wardrobe will work if a magical land exists on the other side. In my case the adventure really started in a sweaty little corner of the world called Fort Jackson, South Carolina. Actually, if you want to be specific, I am not even on Fort Jackson. I am on a peice of land with 9 barracks and a dining facility called Camp McCready. The National Guard has quaranteed this little slice of heaven off and made it a training facility for the South Carolina National Guard. The only problem is the Guard ran out of money and let the facilities go to hell. In steps the Navy with all of this new found War on Terror money and decides it would be a great place to train sailors to be soldiers. 4 years later I show up.

This blog will be my way to communicate with anybody to cares to read it and share some stories, pictures and a bit of sarcasm. Hopefully this works, hopefully I remember to take pictures, and hopefully you will all be interested enough to read it.

Enjoy