Military airports are simply off the hook. That's partially because they have a destination list that makes London Heathrow look provincial. Where else does your flight departure board read: Kirkuk, Bagram, Baghdad, Kuwait, Ramstein, Baltimore, Kandahar,
Kunduz, Manas...okay, so maybe they're not all places I want to visit
(especially B'more), but at least you can chalk up some exotic points.
I'm still trying to interpret the blank stare I got from the lady
checking boarding passes for my C-17 when I asked if they're part of
Star Alliance--I guess its just something I'll have to investigate when I
get home. Okay, so the flight itself is kind of uncomfortable (a cloth fold-down chair, turned sideways, with a metal bar "conveniently" placed under your legs), but I did have
pallets of bombs and a gi-huge-ic propeller staring at me the entire
flight. Not sure why that stuff excites me, especially considering I
grew up so far from anything military in the CA
burbs, but I guess it's part of being a guy. So in sum, I'm finally on
the ground. A few more stops until my destination, but here nonetheless.
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