Close Gitmo and load all the li'l darlin's on a C-130 for an eight-time-zone trip. By the time they get halfway to the Azores, the interrogators will be hollering for more notepads...

But I digress. As usual.

Got home from Kirkuk via Kuwait at midnight on Monday, scraped the scrup'ls off after half an hour of managing to pet all four of them simultaneously, drank half a pot of coffee, took a shower, shaved, fell on the bed, got up four hours later, fed the dogs, drank the remaining half pot of coffee, started the car, came back inside to put my pants on, grabbed the go-bag, guided KtLW to the car and headed to Philly to catch a flight to Huntsville, AL.

Which, after completing two days of rehashing the site survey, I have yet to see during daylight hours.

First, the good news. I took lots of pix during the trip. Including the solo flight of the first Iraqi Instructor Pilot to graduate from the new IqAF Flight School -- by the time we left, he had just qualified his first student for a solo. For Those Who Know, that's a Giant Step in the direction we want to see the Iraqis go, and it's the reason I'll be spending the next year (or three) in the Sandbox -- training my replacement(s).

Now, the bad news. I downloaded the photos to the laptop just before Vista decided it was no longer an authentic Microsquish product and pulled a Brody in remorse.

Now, the good news. I'm pretty sure I can recover them -- Barb and BCR are reprogramming PG-17C to conduct a digital waterboarding of my laptop...

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Ever see a diesel-powered Cessna 172? Got pix.

You've seen what a JDAM does to a concrete bunker -- ever wonder what it would do to a *thin*-skinned building? Got pix.

And, after noticing something a tad odd lurking behind some scrub, I found a Whatziss candidate that will drive the grognards to the nearest grog shop.

And more. Stay tuned.

First, I've gotta get some sleep. Then, I plan on getting a cute little orange jumpsuit for my laptop...