I left the carefree comfort base...we did have a little blip for a few days and it was hot- 120 degrees, but with good friends all around who cares. They also had these big terrifying snakes. I wore my combat boots everywhere...even to the showers and back. I believe one snapped at my boot and I have a tear to prove it. There was one hanging around the medic tent, so with appropriate terror, I was especially careful to look inside and out for them. I never saw it- thank God for that too (I mean besides keeping me safe). So the real medic of that base announces that a Saw Scale Viper was found right outside the medic tent today. These snakes are very deadly and we do not carry anti-venom in our back pockets. I'm betting that he thought, finally, the "B" is gone and promptly left his nesting spot and ....died! Oh good grief! Poor thing probably starved himself. What's that saying- that they're more afraid of humans than...oh never mind. I never believed that anyways.
Another thing that happened at that base was the blip of terror. Later the next day, one of the guys was laughing at my rock weapons. Hey, we do what we can! He remarked of what a hellion that I am. HUH? Who me? He stated that if the Taliban did capture me, it would take less than an hour for them to offer money to take me back saying, "she won't stop talking".Really now! I know someone that talks more than me. 'Course they're not in my sandbox... good grief!
Yes, I'm missing the base and my buddy's. Again I can say thanks to Facebook. We can talk and talk. Again with the talking thing- good grief!
So I'm back at home base and what do I find? Camel spiders. The things are as big as your palm and walk on their hind legs...visual here. They chase you down supposedly to stay cool in your shadow. Don't you believe it. If that was true why do they move their fangs while chasing you down? I think I heard one whisper to another about payback. They are out to get me! Good grief!
