Trouble And Money #46

Peace O' The Sea Trailer Park - Rye, New Hampshire

I'm packing light, looking like a man concerned about a relative. Any firearms I might need while in Ukraine must be acquired in-country.

 Light means bare essentials: a few shirts, a versatile pair of pants, a solid shoe for concrete or forest, some skivvies, emergency beef jerky, and my Boston Bruins ball cap. I will have just a backpack, a universal charger for my phone, and a good plan all over Europe, including the warzone.

 A big thumbs up to Elon Musk's Starlink, which should get the Nobel Peace Prize. Connecting any human on earth, anywhere with access to a phone is some powerful shit. Bad governments fear their people having that kind of personal power.

 Here are my only two options. After flying to Warsaw, I will take an eighteen hour train ride to Kyiv, which offers me more safety than flying.

 Once there, I plan to make a little noise at the American Embassy on Igor Sikorsky Street.

 There won't be too many white lies because by the time I get there, Tom and Ellen DeFalter will have started making noise to whatever government contacts they have. I'm just in their face to reinforce that the Defalters are serious.

 "Please tell us if Jason Defalter is in prison in Ukraine," is the message.

 Complacency happens in every job, from fast food to Embassy work. A knock at the gate and a few Semper Fi's to my brothers guarding the gate may go a long way.

 I think the Defalters are handling the situation beautifully.

 The other option is to get in with some locals who might point me in the correct direction to smell some nitrocellulose and misery.

 I'm reading up on how to contend with drones, which, as I understand, swarm worse than mosquitoes in Ukraine.

 Every country with skin on the Ukraine pitch has a "system" that needs field testing.

 If I'm in that field, I'll need something better than a tennis racket to swat those bad boys.

 I'm no stranger to conflicts, having served in Iraq and Afghanistan, but this war is different, even though the common denominator is death.

Logan International Airport - Boston, Massachusetts

 I kissed Tammy goodbye at 0300 and gave my boy Gator a few treats. Since the Defalters are hoofing the bill, I will park in the $50.00 a day lot at Logan International Airport.

 This airport is the greediest in the country. Massport, the state agency that controls it, starts picking your pocket before you walk in the door.

 (Tip - Drink that $8.00 water before you cross security.)

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