Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Afghan Hands












Lots of cool stuff going on in this country.
I have been blessed to be a small part of a group of incredibly talented folks in Afghanistan, working hard to make a difference and build relationships with the Afghans. Some background info can be found in a recent NY Times article.

The pictures depict a very small portion of the Hands in country today.




Monday, December 27, 2010

Sheer Yakh

A good day, indeed! SHEER stands for MILK and YAKH for COLD, so it is named simply ICE MILK. Everyone that knows me, knows that I can eat ice cream everyday...OK, I DO eat ice cream everyday, and now I know it Afghan style. Of course, it was vanilla.

There's nothing else to say. Ice cream makes me smile.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Skype me, baby!

Just spent about an hour on the phone / video with my beautiful wife and kids. Kay and the boys are all excited about Santa coming to town and I was able to see that live from my laptop here in Kabul.

After we hung up I reflected on the "snail mail" we used to wait on back in the day. This is just a Christmas shout out to developers of Skype and the amazing Internet. What a cool age we live in!

I am going to take advantage of it to keep in touch better in 2011. Ok, there I've already started...New Year's resolutions! Well, what's yours? Please let me hear from you.

Ok, I am still not a pashto ninja. My language skills are fading fast these past weeks. But I could not resist the Skype ninja photo I found.

Take care and have a Merry Christmas, wherever you are!

Friday, December 24, 2010

Christmas Eve in Kabul

For all of those that can't stand the hustle and bustle, I'll trade you straight up. You see, the picture on the left is Norfolk not Kabul. Take 10 minutes to go into that ole koot's neighborhood tonight to just stare at the lights and decorations he spent the last month putting up. They are awesome, aren't they? You'll probably see a manger scene or something to remind you of the true reason.

The decorations along the streets that went up right after Thanksgiving are courtesy of your hard earned tax dollars, but they are beautiful and make most smile. The cakes and cookies and chocolates are hard to escape...including the extra 5 lbs we all strap on...but we love it.

The visits from families that we love (and hate) to be around, but for some reason always end up together with during this time of year...enjoy them.

You see, none of that it is in Afghanistan, except the 5 extra lbs...thanks to all of you and the postman! But I have visions of Christmas past and those of Christmas future in my mind. I am even enjoying the tug and tussle in mall stores and trying to find that last parking spot at the mall, wedged between the suburban and the Winnebago parked out in the back 40! Why? Because I will be with you, celebrating the birth of Jesus!

Until then, I am going to sing some carols tonight during a candle light service, in a walled camp in the center of Kabul, then pop in my [all year long] favorite movie, Christmas Vacation. So, from me, cousin Eddie, and 100,000 others wishing they could trade places, please enjoy the season. Seek Him, wise men! And most of all, have a wonderful Christmas.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Blessed are the peacemakers

I spent a wonderful evening in Kabul with my friend last night. The hours flew by and was a welcome change to the busyness of the command back on the camp. Like so many other times, our conversations gravitated to the war and whether or not there was hope for his country. This man, now a quiet and well mannered professional business man, was once a blood thirsty killer. As a teenager, he fought with his father against the Soviets, and lived to inflict pain and death on the enemies of Afghanistan.

Now, in 2010, with Afghanistan again in a fight for survival, he says he cannot bear to see an animal mistreated nor hunt on the lands he used to roam as a young man. An interesting view of a warrior who has shed the blood of men and had his own blood spilled. The contrast is amazing.

I've seen the pictures of him...soldier of fortune stuff from the 80's. These here could easily be replaced with his, but I will keep them off this blog for his privacy. Shaggy beard gone now, AK-74 turned in for a laptop, hate replaced by a soft heart for the hurting people around him. He said, "I really believe that the peacemakers will be blessed."

Well, that was encouraging enough for me and a good reminder of Jesus' declaration. Like my warrior friend, I'm making peace today, here in the center of turmoil and chaos.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

BITS flight complete

In my former life, returning from a lengthy time out of the aircraft would earn you a BITS flight, that is to say, Back In The Saddle. I've been back nearly a week now and I am caught up. A great friend and colleague sat in for me and kept things running smooth. Thanks, Mark!

Ok, it has been forever since my last blog and I have no excuse. Sounds like a catholic confession! But, I'm back in Kabul after a great vacation and Thanksgiving back to Virginia with Kay and the boys. I'm charged up and ready to re-attack this mission here...and do a better job about capturing some cool stuff in this fascinating land.

Ok, since I started off with the saddle reference, I'll use that as a transition to a goal I have for the new year. Before I leave this place, I want to see a Buzkashi match. I cut the following from the website on "Southern travels." From what I understand it is brutal (not just for the dead goat) and very physically demanding.

Buzkashi, which literally translated means "goat grabbing" is the national sport of Afghanistan. Many historians believe that Buzkashi began with the Turkic-Mongol people, and it is indigenously shared by the people of Northern Afghanistan. There are two main types of Buzkashi, Tudabarai and Qarajai. Tudabarai is relatively simple compared with Qarajai, even though they share similar objectives.

In Buzkashi, a headless carcass is placed in the center of a circle and surrounded by the players of two opposing teams. The object of the game, is to get control of the carcass and bring it to the scoring area. Although it seems like a simple task, it is not. Only the most masterful players, (called chapandaz) ever even get close to the carcass. The competition is fierce, and the winner of a match receives prizes that have been donated by a sponsor. These prizes range from money, to fine turbans and clothes. In order for someone to become a chapandaz, one must undergo a tremendous amount of difficult training. In fact, the best chapandaz, are usually over the age of forty. Buzkashi, is definitely not a game for the weak.

The players are not the only ones who undergo arduous training; the horses that participate in buzkashi must train for five years before ever making it to the playing field. Buzkashi, is indeed a dangerous sport, but intensive training and excellent communication between the horse and rider can help minimize the risk of injury.

The different types of Buzkashi: Tudabarai & Qarajai
In Tudabarai, in order to score, the rider must obtain possession of the carcass and then carry it away from the starting circle in any direction. The rider must stay free and clear of the other riders.

In Qarajai, the task is much more complex. The player must carry the calf around a marker, and then return the carcass to the team's designated scoring circle.

In each version of the game, points are awarded for successfully completing the task of getting control of the carcass, and getting it to the proper scoring area. The winner of each match receives prizes which have been put up by a sponsor. The top prizes are usually money, or fine clothes.

To many Afghans, Buzkashi is not just a game, it is a way of life; a way in which teamwork and communication are essential to being successful.

Well, all the matches are generally up North where I don't get to travel. Just to busy right now, but I hope to break out soon. Sounds like I am talking about a prison, doesn't it. : )

Gotta run...