Guest Blog

One year ago I sat at Bagram Airfield, in what is known as the Clamshell, and with a thousand other warriors I listened to Christmas music. Here is a story of that memorable day.

I am learning to fly. What once was just a dream is now a reality. Here is my story as a soon-to-be aviator.

In a large room decorated with maps of Tajikistan, nearly 15 people gather for a day of training. These are Tajiks. They are agronomists. They speak Russian, and they are all men, except for two. This is their story.

I know it’s old, but I get tickled when I hear the saying, “Remember, you’re unique … just like everyone else.” I’ve visited dairies from the West Coast to the East Coast, from Canada to South Texas. If it weren’t for the cows on the place, a non-industry person probably couldn’t tell a Wisconsin herd and a New Mexico herd were even in the same business (even though they usually are).

Reporting to you from Dushanbe and Khujand, Tajikistan …

I am currently on a United States Agency for International Development (USAID) assignment in Tajikistan. My duty station is actually in the Sughd Oblast. I am living in an apartment located in Khujand, the second largest city in Tajikistan.

I told you last month about our great sale. Well, one thing leads to another, and you never know what that will bring most of the time.