Pretty straightforward trip to Afghanistan -- 4 flights over the course of 2 days with a night to cool my heels (or rather bathe in my tent sauna) at Manas, Kyrgyzstan. It was hard to know what to make of Manas -- between the freezing temperature and eerie fog, I think I was glad to get out of there pretty quickly. We took a C-17 out of McChord into Kandahar -- pretty smooth ride and being short has its advantages when you're squeezed into a seat in your battle rattle.
Capt M and I are just hanging out at Kandahar "in processing" and waiting for rides forward. It appears that after being denied the correct uniforms stateside (proper pattern and a set of pants that won't fall off of me without a belt), my new unit will be more than happy to oblige. Where am I headed? Good question, that decision appears to be in the works. I was surprised that my gender wasn't an issue with my tasking for the type of work that I anticipate doing -- but it appears that may in fact be the sticking point in deciding what province I end up in. Just like the U.S. and any country in the world, some areas are simply more progressive than others. I'm sure I will have plenty more to say about this (good and bad) as time goes on.
Also, interestingly, not all of the field support officers are JAGs/paralegals. We have pilots, MPs, and engineers. Good variety for what I anticipate I will be doing.
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