"Well... now I can say I've actually done some work for the army. It's nature is... classified :) Heh not really, but I probably shouldn't blog about it on Myspace. I just find it funny that, after being in for a year, I am finally getting paid to DO what I was trained to do.
When I'm out on foot patrol, I don't see anything that makes me feel alienated. Or rather, I don't feel as if I am a thousand miles away from my home. This place is like any other... it has roads, power lines, houses. All the signs are written in Arabic of course, but... hell you can see that in America, too. My peers seem to think that I have been desensitized to new cultures. I told them that all I saw at a certain village we went to, was a run down, trashy place. It looked a lot like Flatwoods, KY. No offense to whoever lives there. I haven't been there in years so maybe it's better than when I knew it. but yeah... it looked like Flatwoods. There was trash everywhere. The children came up to us, begging for candy, sunglasses, our watches, ANYTHING they could get. So you get the picture. That pitiful picture I just tried to paint for you should, hopefully, commune my initial analysis of this village.
But there is, indeed, something spiritual about it. While we were there, they started praying over the loudspeakers. And what was once the sound of a culture that I saw on the news as a hateful one, was a soothing psalm in Arabic. And though it may forever be obscure to me, I cannot but be aware of it's effect."
I felt this was very comforting...so I thought maybe you guys would like to hear it straight from the horse's blog. :-)
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