first days at Camp Barber

Dust would be the one word to describe Camp Barber which is the British part of Camp Bastion. Sand and dust is everywhere and on everything. There is no green. No grass, no weeds, no trees, just sand and rock. It is hot right now about 105. Supposedly it will start to get cold in next two weeks.
I live in a tent with about 8 others. We have showers in a box that will allow water to flow for 10 seconds at a time. The toilets are sparse and really tight such that you can hardly pull up or down your pants (I will take picture another day). Internet is limited to 30 minutes at a time and must use their computers, not your own.
The BAS (Battalion Aid Station) is relatively well put together in a separate tent. Lots of plastic matting and plywood, all with a layer of dust.
The one benefit so far is the chow. We eat at the British chow hall and it is quite good. This chow hall not only serves us and the Brits, but also the Danes. I have not branched out and tried the blood pudding yet, but it is probably a matter of time since I am here for 7 months.

Chargers killing me! I did not see or hear the game, but common it is suppose to be their year!






Our BAS. We need to change sign to 372.















Me and the Chaplan. Nice that he is Catholic, wife and mother-in-law should be happy about that. To top things off, the chapel is next door to the BAS.

Camp Barber entry.