Here is where I work during one of our many sand storms. The winds regularly pick up to 50 mph, packing sand that feels like needles when it hits your skin. Sand is always between our teeth and in our ears.
Outside our chow hall.
Which is why people dress like this.
The first picture is of our Chaplain's assistant. She looks more like a bank robber.
On 1 July, we took over command of the airfield from the outgoing unit. This is called a Relief In Place, or RIP.
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