Hello friends, been busy and haven't had a chance to write, the one thing I can say is every day here is interesting. I was getting a bit shaggy so I searched out the nearest barber shop on base. The strange thing here on Camp Victory is that we have a lot of multinationals. They go where the money is. So I trudge through the sand and rocks and open the door to… an Indian Barbershop from the 80's. It was weird to say the least. There were four barbers; all had the same 'Indian' features, jet black hair, _mocha skin, black eyes, unpronounced chin, beard stubble and a mustache of some kind. But each was very distinct. I was taking this all in as I sat down, waiting for a haircut. The barbers were wearing clothes straight out of the 80's, one wore a pair of black pants that I think I myself wore in 1984, it had the needless buckles and lashes everywhere and silver eyelets, polo shirts with collars up, they all had wavy hair with blond highlights. It was a sight to see. It then hit me, they looked like the Indian version of the 80's group, "Wham", each wanting to be George Michael. So I decided to name them in my head, 'George1, George 2, George 3, and Angry- because one of the barbers was way to angry to be George Michael, even an Indian version of George Michael. One of the Indians decided to change up the musical selection and inserted a cassette. Yes a cassette into a cassette deck. I am sure some of our younger Joes wouldn't even know what to do with a cassette. On the wall, were posters from the 80's, with 80's slogans and posters of rollerbladers. It was my turn for a haircut, I pointed to the wall of a guy with long blond hair and said I want it like that. George 2 looked at me quizzically and said, sorry sir, that I can not do. No laugh. Sigh. So I got a regular military buzz cut and when he was done and I paid, (only 3 us dollars for a very good haircut!) I threw him for a loop by giving him theHello friends, been busy and haven't had a chance to write, the one thing I can say is every day here is interesting. I was getting a bit shaggy so I searched out the nearest barber shop on base. The strange thing here on Camp Victory is that we have a lot of multinationals. They go where the money is. So I trudge through the sand and rocks and open the door to… an Indian Barbershop from the 80's. It was weird to say the least. There were four barbers; all had the same 'Indian' features, jet black hair, _mocha skin, black eyes, unpronounced chin, beard stubble and a mustache of some kind. But each was very distinct. I was taking this all in as I sat down, waiting for a haircut. The barbers were wearing clothes straight out of the 80's, one wore a pair of black pants that I think I myself wore in 1984, it had the needless buckles and lashes everywhere and silver eyelets, polo shirts with collars up, they all had wavy hair with blond highlights. It was a sight to see. It then hit me, they looked like the Indian version of the 80's group, "Wham", each wanting to be George Michael. So I decided to name them in my head, 'George1, George 2, George 3, and Angry- because one of the barbers was way to angry to be George Michael, even an Indian version of George Michael. One of the Indians decided to change up the musical selection and inserted a cassette. Yes a cassette into a cassette deck. I am sure some of our younger Joes wouldn't even know what to do with a cassette. On the wall, were posters from the 80's, with 80's slogans and posters of rollerbladers. It was my turn for a haircut, I pointed to the wall of a guy with long blond hair and said I want it like that. George 2 looked at me quizzically and said, sorry sir, that I can not do. No laugh. Sigh. So I got a regular military buzz cut and when he was done and I paid, (only 3 us dollars for a very good ha traditional Indian farewell of , Namaste. He looked surprised a GI would know that.
Letters from Iraq #6
Letters from Iraq #6
Letters from Iraq #6
Hello friends, been busy and haven't had a chance to write, the one thing I can say is every day here is interesting. I was getting a bit shaggy so I searched out the nearest barber shop on base. The strange thing here on Camp Victory is that we have a lot of multinationals. They go where the money is. So I trudge through the sand and rocks and open the door to… an Indian Barbershop from the 80's. It was weird to say the least. There were four barbers; all had the same 'Indian' features, jet black hair, _mocha skin, black eyes, unpronounced chin, beard stubble and a mustache of some kind. But each was very distinct. I was taking this all in as I sat down, waiting for a haircut. The barbers were wearing clothes straight out of the 80's, one wore a pair of black pants that I think I myself wore in 1984, it had the needless buckles and lashes everywhere and silver eyelets, polo shirts with collars up, they all had wavy hair with blond highlights. It was a sight to see. It then hit me, they looked like the Indian version of the 80's group, "Wham", each wanting to be George Michael. So I decided to name them in my head, 'George1, George 2, George 3, and Angry- because one of the barbers was way to angry to be George Michael, even an Indian version of George Michael. One of the Indians decided to change up the musical selection and inserted a cassette. Yes a cassette into a cassette deck. I am sure some of our younger Joes wouldn't even know what to do with a cassette. On the wall, were posters from the 80's, with 80's slogans and posters of rollerbladers. It was my turn for a haircut, I pointed to the wall of a guy with long blond hair and said I want it like that. George 2 looked at me quizzically and said, sorry sir, that I can not do. No laugh. Sigh. So I got a regular military buzz cut and when he was done and I paid, (only 3 us dollars for a very good haircut!) I threw him for a loop by giving him theHello friends, been busy and haven't had a chance to write, the one thing I can say is every day here is interesting. I was getting a bit shaggy so I searched out the nearest barber shop on base. The strange thing here on Camp Victory is that we have a lot of multinationals. They go where the money is. So I trudge through the sand and rocks and open the door to… an Indian Barbershop from the 80's. It was weird to say the least. There were four barbers; all had the same 'Indian' features, jet black hair, _mocha skin, black eyes, unpronounced chin, beard stubble and a mustache of some kind. But each was very distinct. I was taking this all in as I sat down, waiting for a haircut. The barbers were wearing clothes straight out of the 80's, one wore a pair of black pants that I think I myself wore in 1984, it had the needless buckles and lashes everywhere and silver eyelets, polo shirts with collars up, they all had wavy hair with blond highlights. It was a sight to see. It then hit me, they looked like the Indian version of the 80's group, "Wham", each wanting to be George Michael. So I decided to name them in my head, 'George1, George 2, George 3, and Angry- because one of the barbers was way to angry to be George Michael, even an Indian version of George Michael. One of the Indians decided to change up the musical selection and inserted a cassette. Yes a cassette into a cassette deck. I am sure some of our younger Joes wouldn't even know what to do with a cassette. On the wall, were posters from the 80's, with 80's slogans and posters of rollerbladers. It was my turn for a haircut, I pointed to the wall of a guy with long blond hair and said I want it like that. George 2 looked at me quizzically and said, sorry sir, that I can not do. No laugh. Sigh. So I got a regular military buzz cut and when he was done and I paid, (only 3 us dollars for a very good ha traditional Indian farewell of , Namaste. He looked surprised a GI would know that.