Tuesday, August 30, 2005

My last post???

So, a few weeks ago the computer guys come and put a program on the SIPR (Secure Internet Protocol) computer. This is a separate network for secure communications—secret stuff goes on here, along with non-classified information also. Often times this network is more reliable and has fewer restrictions on it because it is separate from your NIPR (Non-secure Internet Protocol) and internet. Anyway, the program that they put on the SIPR computer makes you choose a classification for the e-mail you are about to send out; SECRET, CONFIDENTIAL, or UNCLASSIFIED (don’t even try to wrap your mind around the whole “classified as UNCLASSIFIED” conundrum—you will hurt yourself—trust me). Now, every time you go to send an e-mail on the SIPR computer you have to choose what classification to make it—a bit of an extra step, but not too onerous—takes about 2 seconds per e-mail. Actually, it is pretty onerous, it is just that not that many e-mails are sent on the SIPR so it doesn’t have a huge impact on my time.

Then, last week they install the same damn program on the NIPR (non-secure internet protocol). Now it is definitely onerous. Tthe NIPR is supposed to be non-secure, no classified stuff should be on it—so, why do I need a program to make me choose the classification? I have to choose from the same set of possibilities listed above. I am guessing it is a jackass trap—if I put a “SECRET” label on a NIPR e-mail, I wonder how long until the security guys come banging on my door to slap my hand—or worse…

So, here goes a bold test!! I sent my normal nightly (morning to Peg) e-mail home to say how things were going, but I gave it a “SECRET” label. This was two days ago, the security guys haven’t come yet…

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Water, water everywhere… But not a drop to bathe in…

Actually, that’s not true. We at Al Asad are located at an oasis of historical import—it is said that Abraham spent some time here—however, the size of the oasis compared to that of the base is miniscule. The water runs off into a wadi (a dried up river bed cum swamp) overgrown with reeds and kept green by the copious amounts of wastewater that Americans produce. The wadi then drains into the Euphrates River several kilometers up the road. So, there is water here, more than in most of the desert, but it is mostly waste water that may or may not have been appropriately treated—the waste water management infrastructure on base is old and not up to modern standards, but will be upgraded in due course. Certainly the system is better than when the US first arrived!

So, our main source of water on base for drinking is bottled water. But, our main source for everything else (e.g. showers) comes from a nearby town; the water is piped onto the base and treated, monitored and otherwise surveilled—that is how we know that bad guys haven’t messed with it and that is isn’t really water that you would be happy to be drinking—although it is good to go for bathing and washing clothes. Maybe the bad guys have thought of putting something sinister into the water, but to date the best they have done is blow up the pipeline that brings the water into the base.

This is why we are on day 7 or 8 of no running water—I think in the last two weeks we have had about 3 days of running water. Again, things could be much worse. I much prefer taking a shower with bottled water than not taking a shower at all. I prefer coming out of the dust and dirt and wind and sleeping in a (relatively) clean building than wallowing in the sand all night in a tent. We have it pretty good! I am sure you can imagine how the process works for a bottled water shower. Thank goodness for short hair—some of the females on the team have long hair and they need a couple of extra bottles for their bottled water shower.

No, the tricky part of the no running water experience is the laundry. You see, in so many ways we are living quite comfortably—clean bodies, clean rooms—that is becomes burdensome to have dirty skivvies. And that is exactly what you have after a week or so of no running water! So, I thought I would take this opportunity to show you an excellent example of Iraqi plumbing and electricity combined in the form of our washing machine set up. Check it out:

First, you can see the gray pipe for incoming water that is an add-on from the now famous “I do it myself” plumber. Next to that pipe you can see the hard-wired electricity coming down the wall, but we don’t use that—too obvious. The white cord draped around and on the gray pipe is the extension cord that plugs into an overloaded surge protector that provides our washer its power. The coup de grace is the drainage system—that’s right, the hoses snaking across the floor and into the center floor drain make up the drainage system. You can only drain one item at a time or else the whole thing gets overwhelmed and next thing you know you are squeegeeing the floor trying to push water down the drain.

Now, the washing machine itself is unlike anything I have ever seen. I am sure some of the readers of this blog have seen or used something similar in the past, but not me. Two top-loading sides of the machine are obvious. One is the agitator side and the other is the spin side. The procedure goes like this: place clothes and soap in and fill up agitator side (making sure drain switch is off—otherwise filling takes a long time as all the water goes right down the drain!), let it agitate for 10-15 minutes, drain and move wet clothes to spin side (making sure to turn drain switch on—otherwise the spinning is useless and the water stays in the machine!), place clothes back in agitator and refill with water (again making sure drain switch is off), agitate another 5-10 minutes, spin again.

As you can tell, there are some pivotal points in this process where the drain switch has to be correctly set or else the entire process is compromised and various steps have to repeated until you get it right—it can be quite a time sink…

Time to go check the laundry!

Friday, August 26, 2005

Home on the Range

Well, we went to the range again this week. Success! No one got injured! Not a single burn from hot brass shell casings sliding down people’s necks (this happened to 2 people the first time we went out). No Berretta bites, the nasty cuts one can get on your hand or thumb from keeping the misplaced appendage in the recoil area of the slide—nothing to sneeze at.

Like any other military adventure, there is always a lot of “hurry up and wait” action. We hustled to get to the range at 1500 so we could go “hot” (live fire authorized) at 1515. Of course, we were there on time, but various hold ups, including a malfunctioning radio (perhaps due to operator error, we will never know…), helicopters flying through our range airspace, safety briefs (these are important!), wind blowing the paper targets off of the plastic silhouette targets because the temperature and lack of shade conspired to melt the duct tape glue after a few minutes—that is hot, when duct tape isn’t worthy of a MacGyveresque use because it melts. Of course, MacGyver probably would have used the melting duct tape as a timer for a fiendishly clever trap to get the bad guys. But, our bad guys were pieces of paper that blew away when the tape melted—not very good for shooting at—especially when there are a bunch of other folks around!!

Anyway, we ended up doing more waiting in “check-fire” mode than actually firing because of vehicles and helicopters in our fire zone (area of the base over a cliff and behind the range) and communications problems. However, we were able to get in quite a bit of M-16 and M-9 firing time. Hell, I even passed the M-9 qualification course (again). First time I did that was back in 1994 as a medical student on a rotation in Whiting Field Florida when I was the medical support for the Marines at the range one day. I remember that February in Florida was very cold. I think I prefer the heat of Iraq to that!

I spent part of yesterday afternoon reading these accounts of the “real life” of Marines here in Iraq from one of two USMC field historians in Iraq —definitely worth the time! Check out these stories (Crowley’s Chronicles): rule308.blogspot.com

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Survivor... or not...

Sometimes, living and working with 12 people in a small building in Al Asad feels like it would make a great reality show.  Like right now, we are going on our fourth day without running water.  At first it was due to a lack of power to run the pumps.  Then, today, we found out that the insurgents had blown up part of the main water line that feeds the base—another 5 to seven days before we can expect water to be freely flowing through our pipes.  Kind of reminds me of Survivor!  Along that vain, after two months you do get to know people pretty well—maybe too well!  The water issue combined with the inherent closeness makes for some great fun!  But, unlike Survivor nobody gets voted off of this island—we need everyone to make the team work and get the job done.  So, not exactly like Survivor (can’t wait for the new season to start and to get the DVDs in the mail—Andrew!??!!).

 

Then there is the exciting investigations aspect of the job; kind of like CSI or that great show that was on for a while last year: Medical Investigations.  Heck, they already have JAG and NCIS—two wonderful shows about Navy investigators of crime—why not a show about Navy medical investigations and surveillance?  This could be a combo between Survivor, CSI, JAG, Medical Investigations and Over There!  Who wouldn’t want to watch??  Madcap adventures while performing Environmental Health Site Assessments on far off bases, identifying unknown goop from airplanes (very dramatic), swooping off to outbreak investigations where the lives of EVERONE hang in the balance, filtering gallons of water to look for itsy-bitsy parasites that cause disproportionate amounts of watery stool, chow hall capers—the possibilities are endless…

 

On second thought, maybe I will just read the book…

Runing into the Wind

Wow, it has been a while since I posted here—not exactly sure what I have been doing that has kept me so busy. I wasn’t traveling—although I was supposed to, so I did spend time getting ready to travel. We got the package (see previous post) to Qatar—it is even going to Cairo as I write this… I have been looking at data from diarrheal cases here on base and from various other places. Paperwork, meetings and the like seem to have taken up the time for the last week. Strange how time flies when you are having fun. In fact, we are basically at the two month mark here—that means that we are about 1/3 the way through this deployment! Amazing!

I did practice the harmonica the other day—I have been meaning to get better (if not good) at that instrument—but I think it would really help to practice.

Wow, it has been a while since I posted here—not exactly sure what I have been doing that has kept me so busy. I wasn’t traveling—although I was supposed to, so I did spend time getting ready to travel. We got the package (see previous post) to Qatar—it is even going to Cairo as I write this… I have been looking at data from diarrheal cases here on base and from various other places. Paperwork, meetings and the like seem to have taken up the time for the last week. Strange how time flies when you are having fun. In fact, we are basically at the two month mark here—that means that we are about 1/3 the way through this deployment! Amazing!

I did practice the harmonica the other day—I have been meaning to get better (if not good) at that instrument—but I think it would really help to practice.

Running. I have been able to get back on a running schedule the last week or two. Very good for the mind, soul and body. But, running at lunch still isn’t a good idea in this heat. We had a bit of a cool spell last week and this week—the temperature never climbed above 110F, it felt relatively nice out. So, one day I think to myself, “self, let’s go running!” Did it matter to me that it was 1240 and the sun was near its zenith? No, not a bit. It was a relatively calm day and it didn’t feel that to standing next to the building. When I say relatively calm, that truly is relative—because everyday seems to be windy here. And most days, the wind takes on characteristics of the fabled Southern California Santa Ana wind on steroids—that is, the wind is hot (where have heard that phrase before: hot wind???). Sometimes when I am running with my good buddy Dave in San Diego we notice how the wind is always coming right us, no matter which direction we are running. Here, I don’t have that problem—it is a constant, one way affair—but 3 out of 4 running directions still feel like they are into the wind—very weird… Anyway, normally if you go running in the wind you might have to worry about getting cold—not here—here the problem is that it actually INCREASES your body heat! Amazing!?! The first part of my little running loop is either across the wind or with the wind, but the last third is directly into the wind (maybe I should switch the direction I run this loop!?!?). So, running at noon was actually feeling pretty good for the first 3 or 4 miles, then BAM! I turn into the wind and start to get warmer with every passing moment—I was hydrated before I left, but this was a raisin-making wind. I got real hot real quick and had to slow way down. I managed to finish the run, but I won’t underestimate that hot wind again!!!

Whew, just returned from a nice 6 mile run—makes a big difference running at 1830 instead of noon—it has started to cool off by then, and I ran in a loop going the opposite way so that I finished the run with the wind—THAT felt good!

Speaking of feeling good—here are the first pictures of Isabel Min—check her out!

Has her mother’s feet,

And my beautiful bald head!!