Love In The Desert

Actually, the title has absolutely nothing to do with this post, but I knew it would get your attention. I mean don't get me wrong, LT Schaub is cute and all, but he's not really my type. Anyway, there's not much to write about today. Yesterday was more or lest a day off for me. I was able to go to church. Again, church is interesting when you have to take care to not accidently kick the M-16 of the guy sitting in front of you. It's a fairly small congregation out here. I think that yesterday we had 12 or so. There is our flight doc (a Navy O-5), another O-4 Navy doc, an O-4 Seabee, a couple of Army Infantry Officers (who, by the way just tuck their trousers into their boots as opposed to blousing them. Makes them look like their wearing friggin' moon boots, but I digress), a CWO2 Blackhawk pilot, me, three enlisted Army grunts, and the civilian and his wife that run things. We few. We happy few. We band...oh nevermind.

I had a new experience this last week (and no, this too has nothing to do with my roommate or love in the desert). I was in the chow line and asked for chicken livers (which they have on a weekly basis) and the guy in line behind me muttered "I didn't know they had chicken livers at college." Obviously he was enlisted army. I've heard that some of the enlisted guys could be bitter toward officers, but I had never seen it expressed so openly. I guess being a pilot in the Navy is just a different environment since our mission requires that the entire crew from the senior pilot to the most junior crewman be able to direct the flight if it becomes necessary. So I kindly told him that I didn't have chicken livers in college. I had them at his mother's house. Just kidding. I didn't say anything to him. I just was surprised.

Anyway, tonight I am going to try and fly again. Hopefully I'll finally get myself qualled so I can be put on the alerts. I'll let you know how it goes.