It's no violation of OPSEC to tell you that I'm in Afghanistan, specifically Kandahar Airfield, home of the world's busiest single runway. We've been here nearly a week and are getting ready to take over authority from the unit we are replacing. It's called RIP/TOA in Army parlance - Relief In Place/Transfer of Authority. I'm still forming my impressions, but have started writing some of them down. I'll be sharing them on this blog once the appropriate time has lapsed to render the information inert. (Not that most of my daily observances aren't already also observed by thousands of local nationals who work here, too, but it's best to cover yourself.) If there's one thing I'm grateful for, it's growing up in farm country. The massive waste treatment site known not-so-affectionately as the Poo Pond is frighteningly close to all of the billets, and I feel like it's always mid-spring here. Until next time, keep the home fires burning!