FOB Falcon

Welcome to FOB Falcon!

I must say, we were greeted with much enthusiasm here. I'm sure we will be as receptive as the outgoing MiTT was when we leave. They were very eager to get us loaded up, but I thought they were going to try to jump on the Chinook out.

The Chinook ride over here was uneventful, if you consider testing flares a boring thing. I don't know how anyone could fall asleep on a Chinook. After loading all of our bags (11 people, about 66 heavy bags) under the exhaust and prop blast of the Chinook we were all quite wore out. Unloading was nearly as exhausting, but more rewarding once the Chinook was gone.

Our departing team really took care of us. Outgoing commo created a little fuss for me because he loaded my room with amenities that made the rest of the team envious. The next day was full of comments about stealing my room. I'm sure none of the fellow team members would attempt to take advantage of their rank over me. I guess us commo's stick together.

The dfac here is one of the best yet. We are really taken care of in that department. The living quarters aren't too bad, yet we share billets with the Ugandi's who pull security here, and with the Indian's and few Pakistanis who operate the exchange and dfac. I have yet to see someone washing their feet in a sink yet, but hear it is common.

The transition is going smoothly, and the area has been quite tame lately. So tame in fact that the SGM of the resident unit in charge here, I'll exclude his name, has nothing better to do than worry about what people are wearing and whether they are wearing eye protection from building to building.

That's about it for now. Hold down the home front.