And it usually happens in the last place you'd expect, or in this case, with a person I would have bet a ton of money on I would have never seen again in my life. I have drill this weekend and since the post locator desk is also located in the same building as the MP's and the JOC, many people come in and out throughout the day. I didn't trust my eyes when I saw him walk in and so I didn't say anything, but sure enough he stopped by my desk and it was him...a local I had met in Afghanistan! He worked for KBR in the chow hall. I would practice my Dari with him every time I saw him in there. He spoke English quite well. He now has his green card and works for the Army, not sure doing what though. We talked only briefly, but exchanged email addresses, and so hopefully we will keep in touch. It was interesting to hear about what Afghanistan is like now (much worse! he said it was good when Indiana was there but they don't like the units that have replaced us since and things are heating up again) and how he plans on returning. I would think that America would be quite overwhelming, especially coming from over there. He looks good and seems to be doing well.
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