AfghaniDan

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Saturday, November 27, 2010

Roze-e Tashakuri

"You got a problem with that?"
Col. Ibrahim, Col. Asif, AfghaniDan, Gen. Azimi, Maj. Daoud

Thanksgiving in Kabul, 2010...

The post title "Roze-e Tashakuri" essentially translates to "Day of Thanks."  There is a great deal for which I am thankful this year, and Thursday presented some pretty unexpected reminders of some I hadn't considered.  It was the designated day for a high-level conference and working group between my advisees at the Defense Ministry, their counterparts from Pakistan, and a number of folks from ISAF (the NATO-led coalition command).  You know it was an odd Thanksgiving when the highlights were: Seeing your general and colonels in uniform instead of their usual suits; appearing on NBC's Today show in an extended crowd shot outside of where you eat your meals each day; and deciding that the Afghan feast you had for lunch was far better than the "traditional" dinner everyone awaited with great anticipation.

 The honor guard turned out for AfghaniDan...

"Does anyone know how to just end this thing? Anyone?"

It turned out that I was thankful to spend a holiday like this one -- so sacred for family functions in the US -- with "my boys" from the ministry.  It is extremely rare for all of the Dagarwaals (Colonels), Dagarmans (LtCols) and the Major General whom I advise to be gathered together in one place, and I considered myself really fortunate to be there with them.  Perhaps it was sealed by all of the "main commander" ribbing from Asif (who loves to call me that after General Azimi dropped that on me in a meeting), or the back-and-forth whispering throughout the meeting with utterly insane Daoud (who is going to break my ribs one of these days with his "I can crush you" Pashtun bear hugs), or the re-entrance of Azimi himself -- after all the VIPs had gone -- to ask "Where is the Major?", since he hadn't yet wished me a happy holiday.  (Story by that Huvane guy who's always writing about Azimi...)

Tripartite meeting highlights Afghan-Pakistani cooperation

Now when you read that, you can probably decipher that "lively discussions" refers to squabbles...it got pretty interesting when each side of the border wanted to point out the other's culpability for the spread of ammonium nitrate (a key ingredient in IEDs).  And less you think that it's all sunshine and roses -- though it was plenty sunny outside and the dying rose bushes were still holding on -- there were some comments shared with me by some Afghan colleagues who were...let's say...less than enthusiastic about their Pakistani counterparts being here.  But of all people, it was Daoud who put it into context for the grumblers..."Today, we are friends.  Today, we shake hands."  Wish I could do justice to the fake smile he wore for that remark; it was classic!

 My posse -- heads of the "3 families" of PAO -- and a wild card.  

One funny moment I must share: At one point in the meeting, which had run almost 2 hours past its scheduled break for lunch, the Afghans brought in a folding table from outside to set food upon.  As they draped a tablecloth over it, and then those buffet-serving dealies (you know, with the top that pulls open in an overly unwieldy way?), I thought immediately of Snoopy setting up Thanksgiving dinner outside in that Peanuts holiday classic.  I haven't seen that in quite a few years, yet still, folding table + tablecloth + food = memories of that scene.  And there it was, in the "Tea House" of the Ministry of Defense, Kabul.

Oh, the things I do for my country and world peace.

It never turned out to be much of a holiday in the labor sense, but there were a bunch of enjoyable moments back at the base too, squeezed in between the work and more work.  Busy is always good here, especially during something like Thanksgiving: it wasn't until my 2am phone call to the family when I really remembered what I was missing.

One of those things "missing": alcohol.

Some other things for which I am thankful:

 - My team.  Esmat, Johnny Kabul, Pam, Joe, Qais and Dave are the greatest people I could possibly work with.  I'd serve alongside any one of them again, anywhere.  Working arrangements are always temporary in a business such as this, but this is one team I'd have looked to keep intact somehow.

Dave, Joe & Pam from the team, and good friend Senior Chief Garcia, enjoy turkey dinner Goat-style (that's the name of the chow hall).

- Donations to my moustache fund.  People, it's not easy keeping that hideous rat on my lip, particularly as it tries to grow to some respectability while staying within strict Marine grooming regulations.  But some of you have shown great generosity already in giving to the fight against prostate cancer...the worthy cause which ended my career-long refusal to grow a deployment 'stache.  And you honor this effort when you do!  (It's not too late -- chip in if you like...)


Lt.Col. Arif and I support Mo'vember.

- Hot water (usually).  Bountiful food (though "edible" can often be considered a stretch).  And a culture which fosters a tradition such as senior officers serving up food to the troops.  Some of our higher-ups got their Afghan principals into the act as well, in a few of those forward posts...where generals from our side and theirs stood side by side, dishing out grub to the soldiers, sailors, airmen, Marines and civilians.  Pretty cool, that.

As an Irishman, should I consider this reparations?
 Col. Nigel Jefferson (UK) & Maj. Cheney serve up grub.

- The fun side of deployment.  I would never get caught up any more in a television broadcast the way that I wound up enjoying Lester Holt's live sequences from the Today show yesterday.  Now, I'd rather they were further downrange, bringing the excitement to some grunts living out of a true combat outpost in the badlands...but since they were here, it was fun to check out.  And to broadcast this unfortunate dirty sanchez look to the American public!  (Supposedly this clip below shows me...but I have no ability to view video...anyone want to verify that this link even works?)


Lester prepares to go live...and I prepare to nod at the camera.

...the host then greets an attention-starved crowd.

- A position of responsibility, at such a crucial juncture for Afghanistan.  Sure, if I've learned nothing else, it is that time is continuous and so is human history...so maybe none of this will much matter in the grand scheme of things in a century, or even a half.  But the moment is palpable here.  And though it's hard to see through many daily frustrations, I've got an important job doing meaningful work (some of you who comment have really helped me see that -- I thank YOU too!).

 Which is the one from Jersey again?

Also on Thanksgiving, in another part of town...
Bashary himself praises Joe for HIS meaningful work.

- Those who keep us safe.  As much as I lament being here in the bubble of Headquarters land while comrades in arms put their lives on the line every day in some parts of the country, I am thankful for what I have.  The forces which keep Kabul safe have done an amazing job...I shudder to think of how ridiculous our already-ridiculous force protection policies would be if it were actually still a dangerous place.  I'm not being shot at, or going out on patrols through mine-infested farmland...and for that I do give thanks.

Marine Corps corporal in a firefight earlier this year...

- My amazing family and great friends...who support me every step of the way, who understand when I say I'll be extending my time in Afghanistan, who take care of needs I often don't even think of, and who manage to make me feel as if I'm there when I call.  I miss you all.

Roze-e Tashakuri Mubarak!

13 Comments:

Anonymous Dave Packie said...

Hey Dan! Dropping a note to you...well, because you asked. I don't read your blog. But see your posts. I am thankful this year for my son, our health, the fact that my old dog is still around for my son to get to know...and that you're still alive. Hope to see you when you get back. Stay safe.
Dave

December 1, 2010 at 5:53 AM  
Blogger RockGirl said...

Good to read your post :) Glad to hear you made the best out of your holiday! Like the stache ;)

December 1, 2010 at 6:24 AM  
Anonymous Weezie said...

Love the Snoopy reference (setting the table) and I miss you too!!! Love from all of us... xo

December 1, 2010 at 6:45 AM  
Blogger Puertorican girl in Brussels said...

Dan, great post! Continue to do what you're doing. Being in experiences like this make you realize how lucky we are, even for the small things in life. Stay safe and I'm thankful for having you as an esteemed colleague and most importantly, a friend. Bisous!

December 1, 2010 at 6:58 AM  
Anonymous D Rex said...

and we're all thankful for your service and comittment.

December 1, 2010 at 7:20 AM  
Blogger Jami said...

Thanks for including the article you wrote--it’s interesting to get an inside view on what’s going on over there. I’m glad you realize you’re doing an important job; hopefully keeping that in mind will help to get through those daily frustrations. Just remember that people back home realize that as well and appreciate you!

The link to the Today clip does work. I think I even spotted you in the crowd.

A comment for your last post--those puppies are adorable! They are huge for only being 25 days old... What have they been eating?!?

December 1, 2010 at 8:09 AM  
Blogger denise said...

Hi Dan,

I'm grateful for you and all of the incredible people who make such great sacrifices for our country. Thank you for all that you do and for an entertaining and informative blog.

Be safe.

December 1, 2010 at 8:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Stay safe and shave! xo G

December 1, 2010 at 9:29 AM  
Anonymous Bodie the Dog said...

Please shave - You look like a child molester. Sincerely, Bodie

December 1, 2010 at 9:38 AM  
Blogger G-money said...

To be thankful for things that we often take for granted (family, food, safety, shelter) give me pause to be thankful for you, Dan Huvane. You give meaning and purpose to an otherwise meandering individual who wishes nothing more than that YOU find the peace and happiness of the holidays.

Blessings.

December 1, 2010 at 10:34 AM  
Anonymous Slappy said...

As others have posted, we're thankful for you (and your 'stache, of course). Not just because your our brother, that you're serving our country by choice, and that you are currently deployed to a war zone by virtue of your own initiative ... but that you're putting your commitment to the mission so willfully ahead of personal desires like being home for the holidays. Your work is paying dividends, bro - we can see it every time you write an article or post on this blog. Well done & Roze-e Tashakuri to you!

December 2, 2010 at 8:33 PM  
Blogger FrenchFried said...

Bonjour to you AfghaniDan,
So, you managed to blend in with you cammostache... Very funny captions, especially "the things I do for my country and world peace". You still look dignified on the pictures though (I wish the best to your uncle in beating the crap out of that beast).
Everything has been said, you do the right thing. Keep the faith, the strength, the humor....but please, not the 'stache!
A bientôt. I salute you Major Dan.

December 3, 2010 at 5:44 AM  
Anonymous alex-san said...

hi daniel-san, just stopping by - hoping you are well over there. you are an amazing writer, btw! talk to you soon!

December 17, 2010 at 4:43 AM  

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