In December we had three or four rocket attacks in one week. This was up from the year before. We went to the bunkers and looked up at the sky as if we could interpret meaning. We played it cool. Rocket attacks are like lightening storms. When you see the lightening and hear the thunder in the distance you're fine. When it cracks right next to you then you become something else.
January has come and gone and so have the attacks on Bagram. I would be in my B-Hut after dinner waiting for the Big Voice to broadcast "Incoming, Incoming" and now nothing. The Big Voice will come on in the afternoon letting us know there will be a controlled detonation. Eventually, you hear a boom and maybe the room will shake.
Now I wait in my B-hut wondering what are they doing out there. They don't take vacations.
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