Earthquake in Kabul

October 8 2005 ~ Earthquake

Initial take:
I awoke with a start.  My whole damn hooch was shaking so hard that I thought it was going to collapse in on me.   What the fuck was going on?  At first, I thought that someone had screwed up and was trying to airlift my hooch.  Helicopters flew over head all the time.  The helipad was only a few hundred feet away.  In my frenzied state, I imagined that some fool had hooked up the wrong container unit and was trying to airlift me in the middle of the night.  I was a bit intoxicated still, so, you’ll forgive my lapse in judgment.
I ran outside in nothing but my skivvies.  Thank the Gods that I didn’t sleep in the nude.  I didn’t think.  I ran.  Panicked.  I didn’t know what was happening.  Once outside, I gazed into the sky and thought; “Nope!  No helo there.”  That’s when I understood.  It was an earthquake.
It was about four in the morning.  Once I calmed down, I walked back into my hooch.  I knocked on Randy’s door to see if he’d felt it.  Randy was fast asleep.  Oblivious to the tremors and vibrating walls.  I don’t know how long it lasted.  Long enough to freak me out.  That’s all I knew.  Realizing that the danger was over, I racked out again.
The next morning I jumped on Google and read about the massive earthquake hundreds of miles away in Kashmir.  Kabul had been hit but not bad.  Four deaths were recorded.  One little girl had been crushed by a falling wall in her home in Jalalabad.
That was my first earthquake in Afghanistan.  Actually, it was my first earthquake ever.  I thought about the Muslim Extremists.  Every time a natural disaster occurred in the West, they sang God’s glory and waxed poetic about it being God’s punishment for our iniquity.  What would they say about this?  This had been a nearly exclusively Muslim felt natural disaster.  Would it give them pause?  I had no doubt that it would not.  They’d probably use it as another  excuse to hate the West.  It would be God’s punishment brought down upon the Muslim faithful for consorting with the corrupt heathens of the West.

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Revised:

I awoke with a start.  My damn hooch was shaking so hard that I thought it was going to collapse in on me.   What the fuck was going on?  At first, I thought that someone had screwed up and was trying to airlift my hooch.  Helicopters flew over head all the time.  The helipad was only a few hundred feet away.  In my frenzied state, I imagined that some fool had hooked up the wrong container unit and was trying to airlift me in the middle of the night.  I was a bit intoxicated still, so, you’ll forgive my lapse in judgment.
I bolted out the door in nothing but my boxers.  Thank the Gods that I didn’t sleep in the nude.  I didn’t think.  I ran.  Panicked.  “What the hell is going on!”   I started waving my arms to warn off the helicopter that was trying to fly off with my home.  After a few dazed seconds running in circles like an idiot, I realized; “Nope!  No helo there.”
“OK, why in the hell is my hooch shaking.”  Then it dawned on me — earthquake.
Once I calmed down, I walked back into my hooch and knocked on Randy’s door to see if he’d felt it.  Randy was fast asleep.  Oblivious to the tremors and vibrating walls.  I don’t know how long it lasted.  Long enough to freak me out.  That’s all I knew.  It was about four in the morning.  The shaking had stopped and I realized that the danger was over.  I racked out again.
The next morning I jumped on Google and read about the massive earthquake hundreds of miles away in Kashmir.  Kabul had been hit but not bad.  Four deaths were recorded.  One little girl had been crushed by a falling wall in her home in Jalalabad.
That was my first earthquake in Afghanistan.  Actually, it was my first earthquake ever.  I thought about the Muslim Extremists.  Every time a natural disaster occurred in the West, they sang God’s glory and waxed poetic about it being God’s punishment for our iniquity.  What would they say about this?  This had been a nearly exclusively Muslim felt natural disaster.  Would it give them pause?  I had no doubt that it would not.  They’d probably use it as another  excuse to hate the West.  It would be God’s punishment brought down upon the Muslim faithful for consorting with the corrupt heathens of the West.

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