Friday, September 14th, 2001

We decided to try to get some sleep before we left the hotel, so we bedded down about half eight and set the alarm for twelve-thirty. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but it never works, does it? Instead of feeling rested, I always end up feeling worse than if I’d just stayed awake while large men danced the flamenco on my skull.

Even though the bus picked us up at about one in the morning and delivered us to Elmendorf about ten minutes later, the rest of the night was another mind-numbing layover. We had to check our bags first. We had lots of bags, big ones, and to check them we had to drag them down sadistically long corridors before we finally got to drop them on the tarmac. Then we waited. I guess I assumed that, because the Air Force woke us up at midnight, we might be leaving shortly after that. It seems they just wanted to wake us up really early. We hung around for a while, then had a bite to eat, then watched a little television, and eventually I put my head down on a table and had a bit of a snooze, and after I woke up we STILL had to wait hours and hours. Our plane didn’t take off until seven in the morning. We nearly broke into applause.

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