It's hard to know how to help reconstruct "ordinary" life after a war. No life is ordinary. Here are reflections on pasts, presents, and futures along the way.
Here's a view of five guys squashed into the cockpit trying to fix the navigator's radio. After a half hour of box-swapping, the diagnosis is: oops - broken wire. Hmm. So, did they land like that? Or did it vaporize while we boarded? In this heat, I'm guessing the latter. Labels: Takeoff
posted by J.R. Pournelle @ 6:28 PM
I am an anthropologist, archaeologist, and geographer, engaged in re-building university programs in Iraq. I tend to think about life as lived over the past several thousand years, as well as over the past several hundred hours. I was not embedded in "hot" zones. I was just going about a very odd little bit of ordinary life, in extraordinary circumstances.
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