Rocket status: none, but when we landed at Kabul, they did a test of the rocket alarm system and we didn't realize it until we were the only ones getting ready to get on the ground in the cafe. It was kind of funny.
I asked my interpreter for him and the Lt Colonel to ride together, so they wouldn't be late. What happened? They didn't ride together and they were late. It was a confusing story of someone waking up late and then the other waiting for the other and they didn't show up because they already rode with someone else. As we were pulling up to the terminal, there was a run for breast cancer, so there were a lot of women running...the ANA guys were in a trance seeing these women...I think they would've stayed there all day. So, we finally get to military passenger terminal and we find out it's delayed by two hours, so we take them to breakfast. Luckily, there was someone that was staying that offered to watch our bags, so we didn't have to go move them back to the vehicle.
After breakfast, the Canadian we were traveling with told me he ran into the Canadian secretary of defense in the dining facility...too funny and he was just walking around like a normal guy...very interesting.
Now it's time to check in, so we get in line and start processing. It's a little ridiculous...we have to take our weapons, knives, ammo, and all metal items off and place it on the x-Ray machine...then they hand us back all of our weapons...it's a pain.
I made it through and started gathering my things to move to the waiting area and I overheard the MP talking about the Afghans not having plates in the body armor vests...we told all of them they needed it and they didn't listen. They almost were rejected from the flight, but we smoothed it over. I was pleased to see that the only guy that had front and back plates was My ANA Colonel...he actually listened.
We finally were on board the C-130, for some it was their first flight.
We arrived without any issues, collected our bags and huddled for a quick meeting to sync our plans for Tuesday morning.
We got checked in and then had dinner, then our interpreters wanted to go downtown to Kabul and return on Tuesday. The Canadian Lt Colonel and I were like worried parents asking them all the questions about if their cell phone was charged, if they had our phone numbers, money, and a place to stay. It felt like letting your teenager out for the first time to drive, except people are actively looking for interpreters to kill, so we were extra worried.
To end the night we had dinner, a workout, and settled in for bed.
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