About a third of the way through this deployment. I'm sure you'd love to hear ALL about this gem of the Middle East known as Afghanistan, from its scenic vistas to its charming and highly civilized indigenous people groups. Unfortunately I've got a war to fight, so you'll just have to wait till I publish my memoirs (which, I'm afraid, I have no intention of writing). In the mean time, perhaps you will be satisfied with this short tale of high adventure in the War on Terror: Last night I was out on the flight line doing some maintenance work by the light of a headlamp. The tail wheel lock pin actuator on my UH-60L Blackhawk helicopter was malfunctioning, and it was discovered that said actuator had been installed upside down. OOPS! Looks like someone didn't look at the diagram in the technical manual! My fellow crew chief and I, equipped with tool bags and know-how, sat down next to the tail wheel and set about to rectify the botched actuator installation. We were soon joined by a lieutenant who took a seat and watched us work our wrench-fu. It was then, while we were thus arrayed seated on the ground, that I felt something tickle the back of my head. I swiped a hand at the spot, but didn't feel anything back there. Thinking someone must be fucking with me, I whipped around and saw... no one. Moments later, I felt the tickling sensation again. I made a sort of strangled shriek and swiped at it again. This time, my hand contacted something cool and soft. The lieutenant laughed and asked why I was screaming like a bitch. That's when my fellow crew chief shouted a warning and pointed out the large camel spider that was at that moment making a bee line for the LT. Leaping to his feet with a very bitch-like squeal, he began stomping at the offending solifuge. After about ten stomps and a couple more squeals, the beast lay partially crushed and twitching on the ground. Feeling violated and in need of vindication, I pulled a hammer out of my tool bag and applied a liberal amount of obliteration to the dying creature, sending legs and spider-juice flying in all directions. The entire experience left me with a serious case of the willies.