HOUSING AT CAMP EGGERS

Here you see the room I shared with LTC Church, MAJ Waldron and CPT Kawai for four days at Camp Eggers.

Let me begin this story by once again acknowledging how very easy I have it compared to the soldiers in the field. After all, I have a roof over my head. I merely make light of my accomodations because they're funny to me, and may be of some interest to you.

Plus, this blog allows me to avoid sending out 100 emails each day.

You will first note that the space is somewhat small for four grown men. You will further note that there is no place to put your stuff, except on the floor.

Finally, you will see that almost all of the stuff, well actually, ALL of the stuff on the floor is mine. You can see my tennis shoes, bag 'o dirty clothes, semi-clean clothes and body armor scattered everywhere. Yep, all mine. I couldn't be satisfied with just hogging the floor, I also had to obnoxiously put my towel on the bookshelf there to dry.

Very considerate of me, yes? What was I thinking, taking up all the space in a room with three superior officers? I wasn't thinking, that's what. How embarrassing.

Anyway, you can also see that the bunks are made of wood. I was mindful enough of my low rank to take the top bunk on the left, and let my boss have the bottom bunk below me. Funny how the allure of the top bunk passes after you exceed the age of ten.

As for the wood construction, let's just say that I was VERY worried that the bed wouldn't take my 225lbs (ok, 230) and that my boss would become an unfortunate "other than combat related" casualty. Thank goodness that was not the case. Nevertheless, it was interesting trying to scale and negotiate this rickety structure in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, which is outside of course.

I am now back at Camp Alamo, trying to settle back in and take care of business here. We have some interesting things coming up this week, and hopefully I can get some good pictures and talk about them in the coming days.

Before I start that, I want to devote one more entry to Camp Eggers so that I can tell you about why I almost resolved to sew my hand to my hat bill. One hint. There are lots of colonels at Camp Eggers.

Until then.