I do know that the food was pretty good, there was a bar that served beer (more about that later), and it was a safe distance from any warzone. Needless to say, I wasn’t in any hurry to leave there. Every evening at 10PM you had to show up to a briefing to see if you were scheduled to depart for Afghanistan the next day. Now I know how those guys felt back during the Vietnam War when they were waiting for their draft number to be called.
My mind was doing flips. Not only was I traveling to Afghanistan, I will be traveling there on September 11th. Some of you don’t know, but I lost a close childhood friend on that day. Michael Boccardi was on the 93rd floor of Tower 1 of the World Trade Center the day the towers fell.