Plans and B2

My job was not the only one to change back in October. Both Brendan and Kevin were “reorganized” into what we will call the planning section. How ironic that the unit operated for the better part of 7 months with no such segment, which begs the question, what was our plan for all this time? They are now responsible for developing the strategy that will win the war, or at least the war for our section. It sounds like a tough job with grueling hours of writing operations orders and attending marathon long meetings, but they seem happy with this new situation. This new found cheer could be a result of the new leadership they are under or because they now have a mission to focus on instead of playing firemen and putting out the multiple helmet blazes (most of which were created by their old supervisor) that plagued their daily lives. Most likely the lion's share of their happiness is derived from their new living conditions in which they have moved into a palatial room complete with internet and cable TV. I could be envious or jealous, but if anybody deserved a better room, it was them.

I think I’ve written before about change and how different folks deal with it here. In Brendan and Kevin’s case, their change was for the better as they have lived in the equivalent of a lawnmower shed for the better part of 7 months. And to think we were all jealous that they had a “wet trailer”, or trailer with a shower and toilet, before any of us did. For the most part I look favorably on change, but in some cases, it’s nice to have something familiar or something/someone you can count on. A few months back, it was nice to get a break from the regular shelling we received (i.e. change was good), but now that the shelling has reduced, the norm are days without the once familiar booms of the bad guys and we now dislike even more the infrequent occasions that we have to scurry into a bunker (i.e. change is bad). The Captain Mafia use to eat together all the time, but our jobs, leave, sleep and other factors have kept us from overtaking a table or two in the chow hall and sharing a meal (and gossip). So, while I do enjoy change, I’ve come to learn that there are times when it’s nice to have familiarity you can count on to get through the day.

I don’t have much to report for things I’ve experienced or have done lately, so instead I’ll post some pictures for Brendan’s family as he never updates his blog.

Brendan complains that I only get pictures of him at his desk, so this was one on the bus.

Brendan likes to do crossword puzzles...

...mortar attacks do not stop his desire to do crosswords...

...and, he hates work.