Oblivious in Dubai: Part 15

Salazar brings a serving tray to our room with twelve bottles of Budweiser atop it. A tip, a handshake, and he was gone. He did request, though, that we not let anyone see the beer.

My comrade had paid for the hotel and the beer; but I had to leave shortly to catch my plane.

We get into the beers then start talking about life and the state of the World’s affairs; talking about how we each just left an active war zone in which we were doing otherwise ‘normal’ jobs.

I don’t remember much after that.

“Nothing is true; everything is permitted.” – Assassin’s Creed maxim and primary guideline.

I recall the conversation being honest and eye opening; but I shall not reveal the nature of that discussion here.

The world is an interesting place. As long as you’re polite; most of the time you’ll be alright. Somehow I made it to the airport; though I don’t remember much of the trip.

Following along sequentially; the things I recall are still-images. Images flash of the stained-wood walls of the lobby; a snapshot of my Comrade carrying one of my bags to the taxi; a parting hug; and then of regaining coherence at the check-in line at the airport.

Familiar Canadian Comrades were also waiting to check in. Beverages were had once we traversed through this exceptionally large line. To Frankfurt and then to Montreal before we’d part ways.

Most of the rest of my journey is a blur until shortly before landing in Germany at six o’clock in the morning. The time of day is largely irrelevant while travelling over 30 hours in one shot; it just affects what’s found on the menus of the places you stop to eat. The blur, after analyzing my previous behavior and looking for patterns; was probably filled with tasting the beers of the world until I passed out and pissed myself on the plane.

At least I thought I’d pissed myself.  I’d not pissed myself before; so there was no reason to believe my bladder would cave for no reason.

Perhaps it was the cabin pressure?

I found a can of beer on the floor that had spilled all over my pants; alongside it a couple of empty Coors cans… and a full one. Sweet, I’ve got another beer.  I crack the beer and drink the Gravol; the plane should be landing soon.

When in Deutschland; eat what the Germans eat.

Sausage, beer, and a few tabs of Gravol.

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Part 16
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That Day of Remembrance

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coalition_casualties_in_Afghanistan

It’s getting that time again; Remembrance Day.

There are many countries that have contributed blood and sweat and lives since 2001; and continue to do so today.

Doing so in a joint effort to contribute to what they thought was good and right.

Each country filled (and continues to fill) a role to the capacity to which they could by utilizing what they have trained for.

They do this to protect what is good and right.

Just like all of the things we learned about in school around this time of the year as young children in elementary school.

They do it not because they had to; but because they thought they should.

No political b.s. here.

Just saying that when we take that moment of silence on the 11th – to bear in mind that there are families just like yours that lost somebody and continue to lose loved ones in a war that’s still going on.

A war that I know is doing good things for the people of that region.

Be proud that each of our countries have people that are willing to put their lives in jeopardy to protect others and standing up for what they believe to be right.

Their own political opinions and creeds aside; they band together as their homelands ask them to; in order to protect those that need it.

Some don’t come back.  Some come back, but don’t.

Lest we forget.