Let me get this straight, the gas is vented from the building, and if we prop the front doors open, it creates a vacuum that sucks it back into the first floor? Seems legit. We all contemplated this idea as we sat outside on the concrete slab that is our "driveway" around 2200 (that's 10PM folks) for a good 30 minutes as monstrous Texican winged insects swarmed around the street lights, swooping down just low enough to make you uncomfortable.
After that little block party, to which one Soldier arrived in shorts and a towel apparently pulled directly out of the shower, we were given the "all clear" and "this is what happens when you prop the doors open" speech, and allowed to return. I hope the mastermind behind this scheme was pleased, they got to see half the unit in flip flops. File that away in your pleasure centers for date night downrange.
The anticipation of the new sleeping arrangements proved accurate (see yesterdays post) and the usual suspects did not disappoint. Snoring, talking, laptops receiving Skype calls at full volume, all types of lights and screensavers and Fizzgigs adding atmosphere. It made for unique sleeping...and by unique, I mean interrupted and not sleep. As people get more exhausted I will venture a guess that they will become more considerate.
In summary, I had Pashto language training the this morning, and I was falling asleep. So I went outside and sat on the bench against the chain link fence and woke up to little red ants crawling on my face...and boom goes the dynamite.
More to follow. Each day is an adventure.
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