What can I say? We did the whole haul-our-crap-over-to-LZ-Washington last night to get a space a flight up to Speicher. No more had we grounded our gear and walked into the trailer/office to be told there wasn’t one space-a seat/flight/prayer to be had this evening.
On our way walking back to to our bags we walked by a group of private military contractors. One of them asked Matt were we were going. Matt stopped to talk to the guy and became apparent that the guy had mistaken us for PMCs since he asked us who our”principle” was. I guess we have the contractor look down with our facial hair, softshell jackets, cargo pants and hiking boots.
That was last night. After we got back from the LZ. We called our powerful friends back in Washington to see if we could shake something loose. Tonight, we supossedly have reserved seats on a flight. Coincidence? Hmmmm…
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