I was driving around today on the 4-wheeler and I thought to
myself, what an interesting life
this is. I am a 24 year old woman, feminine, married, a mom to 3 fur babies and
here I am, wearing this dusty, sweaty uniform, riding a 4-wheeler with a M4 strapped to my
side and in Afghanistan. At the time, there were Blackhawks taking off from the
helipad and I was escorting Afghan Nationals onto the FOB in order to off load
some equipment.
Our FOB is only getting bigger and somehow, this tasking has
fallen mostly on my shoulders. It keeps me incredibly busy though, which is
awesome for the days to pass. But seriously, not even a few years ago would I
have seen myself escorting Afghan
Nationals onto a FOB in Afghanistan. The logistics of this is incredibly
interesting and I am really enjoying learning how it all works. Today for
instance, we had the trucks come in. I was notified they were there so I made
the necessary arrangements to have the crane and forklift on site. I arrive to the
location I have to pick the Afghans up from, and they climb in their trucks. I
lead the way on the 4-wheeler, as 7 flatbed trucks follow me onto the FOB and
to the yard I have deemed as my own for storage. While I am driving, I look
behind me to make sure they are following each other like little ducklings in a
row and they were. I have them all park, and the crane and forklift begin their
work. I turn the 4-wheeler off and kick back in the 115-degree weather and
supervise (and put some serious sunscreen on!)
The Afghans start to come up to me to ask me for water, I
don’t have any cold water. They motion for me to turn around and go get them
some; I try to explain that I can’t leave them because I have to keep eyes on
them, naturally they don’t understand so I just motion for them to go back to
their trucks. Two or three more times, they keep asking. So, I stand up, with
my M4 at my side and they quit coming up to me J
Of course, when I saw another Soldier, I posted him with them and went and got
them some water- I can’t pass the needy and speak Jesus on my lips. But,
security is more important.
This country is really interesting, but as interesting as it
is, I am ready to get home. I pray that God shows me what it means to be here.
What is His greater purpose for me while I am here? So show me what it means,
to take up my cross, and count it all as lost. All for the sake, of knowing
You. To love my enemies, and care for those in need. Show me what it means, to
follow You.
The crane taking Colorado Barriers off the back of a flat bed.
One of the Afghan National truck drivers.
I love reading your blog sister keep it up! Each of those busy days is one day closer to being home!
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