If you live in the PNW, and particularly in Washington State, you’re intimately familiar with ferries. Squat and heavy with … More
Category: desert mumblings*
Unknown unknowns
I am writing this sprawled sideways in an armchair, feet and legs draped over the side, hot coffee in a … More
chicken fuckers*
*graphic content ahead* As anybody who has ever held a chicken can tell you, unless you are holding them a … More
the seagull effect
The dining hall on Camp Ripper is fairly small, as far as dining halls on Al Asad airbase go. Being … More
rip-its
To survive a 12 hour shift, seven days a week, we each found vices and methods to get us through. … More
nyquil nights
The stress of pulling the long shifts, combined with the horrific content we were subjected to on a near-daily basis … More
living quarters
The night I first arrived onto base was surreal to say the least. I had no real grasp of our … More
setting the scene
Our unit was sequestered in a small high-walled compound with a secure entrance manned by a guard at the front. … More