We fly everyplace we go, at least we did. My mental model of Al Anbar was that of islands, such as Haditha, Hit, Rutbah or Al Qaim, isolated in a sea of sand. Recently, we have begun to go overland in convoys. It seems strange that you can actually drive to Haditha. I realized that I had never actually passed through the gates and beyond the wire of Al Asad until just about a week ago. I always flew. I feel like a guy who has come to the end of the world … and then stepped off and found the world did not end.
Al Asad has reasonably good chow. This is not the case everyplace I go. Below is my lunch from a couple of days ago. Notice the basic food groups. I have the fried cheese group, the fried chicken group, the cake group and the potato chips group. I think the cookie falls into the cake group.