Since the last of us helicontractor pilots have arrived back in the Land of Continuous Electricity, OPSEC's no longer a factor and I won't have to worry about a satchel charge going off outside my door if I tell you where we were when we weren't where we were.
Legend has it that Alexander the Great was wounded there and eventually died from the infection. That's the rationale for not cleaning the streets -- they keep it dusty in self-defense.
Multan, Pakistan, the City of Dust. Or, in this case, the Airfield of Dust.
It's one of the oldest continuously-inhabited cities in Asia, if not the oldest -- it's definitely one of the *hottest*...
And, since I was the oldest continuously-breathing pilot the company -- *not* "The Company" -- sent over, I felt right at home (snarking myself so *you* don't have to; that's the kind of service the Castle provides, yessirree).
More later -- right now, I'm off to lovely, dust-free Carlisle, PA, to see if I can turn that Shangri-La gig into another paying job...
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