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Shot of Whiskey

... identity, and to adopt a national identity instead. Don't listen to your elder, listen to your district administrator, don't let your tribal council decide what should happen to a goat thief, listen to a judge hundreds of miles away. That was the shift and it seemed to me almost impossible to imagine how we would get there.

I stepped off the helicopter and First Lieutenant Dorado, the XO for the Provincial Reconstruction Team I would be supporting, was waiting. We were one of dozens of units sharing the massive base, one of the smallest parts in fact, charged with helping the provincial government establish its authority. I jumped off the helicopter, grabbed my backpack and stepped forward, "Lieutenant, good to meet you, I'm Nicholas Strayer, please call me Nick."

"Great to meet you, Mr. Strayer. Welcome to FOB Salerno. Please, follow me," he signaled with his head that I should jump into the armored vehicle waiting a few hundred feet from the landing zone. We drove towards a series of four identical buildings as he pointed out key, architecturally significant landmarks along the way.

"Right there, next to the post office - are Pizza Hut and Gloria Jean's Coffee, both are pretty good if you're tired of the DFAC food, but they're not free. There's also a TCBY that is usually stocked. They try over at the DFAC but it's all brought in from Dubai or Pakistan and it can do a number on your guts," he pointed to various doors on a single large building, signs taped to the ...

... windows but not much else distinguished one establishment from the other. It was the world's strangest strip mall.

After a few hundred feet, he continued, "Here are the DFAC and the gym, facing one another. If you're a runner, we don't currently allow people to run around the perimeter without prior authorization, there are snipers outside the gate. Over there in that field we have a weekly vendor market, they sell pirated DVDs, gifts, jewelry, rugs, all sorts of shit -- I mean gifts and shit -- that you might want to take home to your family."

In less than five minutes we were at the barracks, four identical cinder block buildings with a fifth placed perpendicular to the first four. "To your left are the latrines and showers, they are shared, you need to bring your own toiletries in and out each time. We do provide toilet paper, of course. To your right are the barracks. Soldiers share four to a room, officers two to a room. You and a few command-level officers have a room to yourself. Every room has its own heating and cooling unit on the wall and a small beverage fridge but no running water. There are water bottle packs for drinking at the entrance to each barracks building. You can buy an electric kettle in the PX but no other cooking implements are allowed. We set you up with a bunch of local carpets, a desk, some furniture and a twin bed, hopefully you brought bedding, if not the PX stocks some items. Please let me know if you need anything in terms of furnishings ...