Tuesday, September 29, 2009


Two weeks after the first post and I'm finally finding some time to write again. Limitations on writing include being tired, poor internet connectivity, and so on. In the past two weeks I've qualified on the M16, M9 (9 mm Beretta), fired hundreds of rounds out of those weapons and different automatic weapons. We've ridden in Humvees, practiced egressing from a rolled over Humvee, eaten lots of mediocre food, and made new friends. A few more days of training and then we ship out. I've also developed a new appreciation for the life of the average soldier. In general, I don't think we give them enough credit for what they do or how hard the job can be.

I'm lucky that I've been able to talk with my family every night, a luxury that will be going away shortly. My kids wonder why I wear funny clothes (they rarely see me in uniform, much less combat gear). I miss them dearly.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

And so it begins

"I am a stranger in a strange land. I've left behind my home and kin. I am an alien. I am unwanted, and there is no one to take me in. Who will befriend me? Who will defend me? Who will extend me an open hand? Who'll stand beside me? Who'll walk before me? For I'm a stranger in this land."

These lyrics, from "I am a stranger" by Ken Medema (based on Exodus 2:22) seem kind of fitting as I set off for Afghanistan. I'm currently undergoing some Army training and these lyrics also apply in this setting.

I'm an interventional radiologist and I have a particular set of skills that lend themselves to the combat setting. My thoughts in this blog will try to capture some of what I'm experiencing.

My first thought:
I miss my wife and kids and look forward to our reunion.