So - weather delay - flight cancelled, and I'm back in that wonderful place we all call Camp Striker. Bleh. Its just as bad. Plus I had to lug my fifty pounds of crap to the bus, load it up, drive over to the airport, wait for two hours, and then lug it all back. Joy.
Smell - I always thought the stables smell was the actual horse manure, but it would seem (based on the smell here) that its just the smell of churned up muddy crap. The whole base smells like a stable. One of the many smells to add to the Army experience.
Nothing much to add, except that Green Beans chai is the best I've ever had... too bad they don't have it in the States.
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