Would you like an Afghan, Stan?

Hello America,

You're not going to believe where I am. I've been posted.

Let me explain.

It started like this: I was having coffee with Makiniwik Airport maintenance man, Stan Drover. In walks a Colonel from the airforce. We get a lot of military men up here, so it wasn't too unusual.

He says, "Would you like an Afghan, Stan?" At least, that what I thought he asked.

Stan uses Afghans when his team of Huskies are tired from clearing the runway. Stan's one of those eco-freak-hippy-types who likes to conserve fossil fuels and so, uses a dogteam to clear snow from the runway.

Well, Stan didn't volunteer an answer when the Colonel asked the question, so the Colonel asked again, "Would you like an Afghan, Stan?"

Stan remained quiet.

I've been hankering to own a dog, so I says, "I'd love an Afghan."

The Colonel says, "Come with me soldier." So I go with him expecting a puppy.

Next thing I know, I'm on a plane with a group of NATO soldiers going who knows where.

I catch a nap, and before I know it we're landing. I look out the window. Here's what I see...













Kandahar International Airport, Afghanistan. No dogs in sight.