When in Doubt ATTACK!

"As we sit on the back porch of our hooch the afternoon wind begins to pick up, blowing the ultra fine dust of Afghanistan around. Little parting gifts for each of us, driven into our ears, nose and eyes. The brutal daily heat gives way to a strong wind in the afternoon.

Use a hairdryer and sandpaper on your face and you’ll get the general feeling. I think to myself there must be some way to package this little piece of torture and sell it to spas back home in California. I’m convinced that somebody will buy it; it’s too stupid not to have someone believe it’s good for them.

The little group sitting here seems beaten into submission and the wind is the final sadistic stroke delivered unto us. It’s been several days since we were notified about our upcoming replacement by another team. Any sane person would think this is great news, finally we will go home. Right now it seems the worst news we’ve ever heard. We sit here waiting; for what we’re not sure."
Afghanistan Shrugged