Babby's first chopper ride

I had zero conception of what I'd be able to bring to COS Sykes in Tal Afar, so I think I packed everything I came to Iraq with. That morning, I found out I could only bring two or three bags... so much of it was spent frantically redistributing everything to make sure I had enough clothes for however long I would be out there for. Then, I got to da choppa and flew out west across the desert... oh joy. It was super stressful for me, having a day's notice I would be going out to a base away from my team, where I didn't know anyone. In my email newsletter to my buddies, I wrote about the visual textures of flying in a Blackhawk, but I feel like I had to present a sanitized version of events and inject as little emotion into the process as possible, while keep it it humorous and interesting.