Looking for a good way to describe this place...I don't want to call it a craphole, but this place is moderately better than Iraq was when I left in 2003. I haven't stayed in a place this desolate and crappy since that stint I did on Riker's Island for stabbing that guy while robbing his liquor store. If Mississippi is the third world of the United States, then Camp Shelby would be the 10th or 11th World.
The flight out here was OK, I went from flying on the smallest jet imaginible to flying on the smallest prop plane I have ever seen. I mean, I'm not a big guy by any stretch of the immagination, but I couldn't have placed a sheet of paper between me and the seat in front of me.
And what is it with big people on planes? Do these people really think it is a good idea to shove their pondorous bulk into my seat? Every time I fly, Pizza the Hut next to me has to heavy breathe in my ear and I wind up having to shove his flab out of my way after he passes out from turning the page in his SkyMall Magazine.
Now that is a good short rant, and I have the feeling they will get longer and longer the more time I spend here.
TTFN,
Joe
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Perhaps you could speak to Capt. Stillman about this? Sounds worse than a weather station above the Arctic Circle.
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