Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Wayne Tanner in Afghanistan


With his cotton slacks, golf shirt, tennis shoes and baseball cap, Wayne Tanner is dressed like he is on any given day. Some days he might be wearing less, like on the day in Kandahar, Afghanistan where the temperature was 154 degrees Fahrenheit. So though his work outfit sounds comfortable, Mr. Tanner can attest, you’d be “dry, dusty, and miserable” in that weather. To make matters more fun, the days’ work involved repairs of overheating power generators.

For over a year Mr. Tanner has been employed as Facilities Director for AC First, a company based in Fort Worth, Texas. AC First is under contract at Bagram Air Field in Afghanistan to service military vehicles. And it’s here where Tanner is assigned. Tanner is responsible for maintenance of the housing units which accommodate over 2700 people. He also is responsible for upkeep of offices, shops, warehouses, the post office and rec center. He does the same job at Kandahar Air Field. His dorm is also located on the Air Field. Close by are parked the F-16’s and F-15’s. You can guess how often Tanner uses earplugs to sleep at night.

If he ever has trouble falling asleep, he could simply wander on base to the DFAC, or dining facility, for the midnight meal. The buffet offers an array of main course items, vegetables, potatoes, salads, drinks and desserts. If a full stomach still doesn’t knock him out, he might stroll back to his CHU. CHU is the acronym of the unsettling name of “containerized housing unit.” At the CHU, if his roommate is not using the shared bathroom, Tanner could relax with a warm shower that provides hot water “most of the time.”

Showers are necessary for the 3000 personnel on base. Tanner says, “The constant onslaught of dust here seems to never end.” I remember hanging out with Mr. Tanner’s son in Mesa, AZ during high school. I once asked Zach, his son, why there was a one-gallon bottle of lotion in the basement. Zach said his dad used it after work. That made me wonder if Jergens sells five gallon bottles of lotion, and if so, I’m sending one to Zach’s dad.

But back to Mr. Tanner’s shower. In all likelihood, he has never had a midnight meal on base or a midnight shower to relax. The labors of the day are a powerful Ambien. However, the sun never catches him asleep in Afghanistan. He is up by 5am on most days.

Tanner is up early because he likes a sunrise. He says the price is right for them. And it’s a heavy price to pay to give up precious sleep. Here is how he describes the work:

"We have regular preventative maintenance schedules on equipment that needs to be serviced and maintained, as well as work orders and taskers, which are work requests by the various companies and personnel residing on the AMC Compound. We keep track of hours spent on each project and report on the number of work orders and taskers completed. The job challenge is very high. It is a most difficult work environment in which to maintain good attitudes and the work demand is extreme. The stress level is high and my biggest demand is people management. I like to work with people and the time goes fast because of the constant workload. It is interesting to balance my Facilities Management job with mychurch responsibilities. It is a great combination of challenges that I find rewarding and interesting to manage. Afghanistan is one of the most remote places on earth. The logistics of supply demand is extreme and we use a tremendous amount of materials and supplies. These items either must be flown in or trucked up thru Pakistan. Three (3) to six (6) months is a reasonable expectation of delivery times under ideal conditions. Accurate long range planning is essential. Stress related personnel issues are high on the list. Fighting or the use of alcohol or other drugs are all reasons for termination and a quick trip back to the states. Because of the extreme work demand life is accelerated here by, in my estimation, 3 to 4 times normal. This, in turn, increases all the typical personnel issues by the same factor. There is never a time when all the problems are solved when there is not something to do. One does not get bored."

Tanner does this work 12.5 hours a day, seven days a week. Every two weeks he gets a half-day to attend to personal duties. In his case, those duties revolve around his other assignment as Branch President for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. So much for his personal time. I struggle if I don’t get my hour-long lunch break or thirty minutes of Seinfeld every night. When asked what he would do with free time in Afghanistan, he says he would read. What would he read? The Journal of Discourses or The John Tanner Family History Genealogy Book.

Speaking of church, it’s is a little different in Afghanistan. Located in an old Russian-style concrete building, the “visitors welcome” sign defies the architecture. But the building is a blessing, where lessons of the Plan of Salvation would probably have a more immediate and necessary impact.

Tanner has counted a total of two ties ever being worn to church. Women wear jeans. The clothing speaks to the fact that most people here live life without options. There is no closet at home where they can pull out Sunday attire. You do the task at hand with what you have.

Most churchgoers are soldiers and the first thing they do upon arrival is place their weapons on racks along the wall. At his first Priesthood lesson, Tanner was instructed by a man with an automatic weapon strapped to his back.

For Tanner, the work in Bagram is not the doldrums. “Many people here view their duty assignment simply as a time to get thru, and get back home, as quickly as possible. My viewpoint is different. There is not a time or period in your life that is not of import. If you aren't making progress in your eternal commitment to improve yourself, then you are regressing.” The work, both church and as Facilities Director has no limitations as to service and demands. “It is like eternal progression,” he says, “when do you arrive?”

Tanner has made some interesting observations in Afghanistan. If he has a say he would stop paying people not to work. While he concedes some honestly need assistance, being part of a public dole destroys self-esteem. As to government, Tanner has seen a shift away from important values. “The more we deviate from the Constitution, the faster we will lose our freedoms and our way of life. The Constitution was divinely inspired and it outlines best how our Heavenly Father would have us live.”

Speaking of religion, Tanner has observed there are few atheists in a war zone. Interestingly he notes the spirit of God is stronger in Afghanistan than anywhere he has been outside the temple. In a place where mortality is a daily reality, setting correct and eternal priorities is crucial, he notes. I should’ve guessed he would note this, considering he would read the Journal of Discourses on his free time.

As an outside observer I am grateful for Mr. Tanner’s sacrifice. He provides me an important lens into a world I’ve never seen. Having spent many weekends in his company at his home, I already knew of his strong character. It is a privilege to be able to say he is my friend.

Tanner, like so many others, has taught me once again the American dream is more than money and material. It is the dream to watch a sunrise or sunset whenever you want. And the dream is best enjoyed by living in a way to help others have the same right. Mr. Tanner, like hundreds of thousands of brave souls, has known the pleasure of controlling his own destiny. He wants to help others feel similar joy in life.

Mr. Tanner says most people don’t understand the need for US involvement in Afghanistan. I agree with him. How could we know if we’ve never been? He also says the level of poverty is unlike any existing place in America. With that in mind, who am I to question the motives of someone who has volunteered his life to improve the lives of others? Mr. Tanner has literally lost his life in service of others. But back home awaits his wonderful wife, children, and swimming pool. I, for one, can’t wait to see him taking laps in his pool again.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

my hike

Today I was planning on doing what's in the picture. Who else in their right, or flighty mind, would want to be indoors? (Exempt from answering that question is anyone east of the Rockies this month or north of the Grand Canyon)
Then I got a call to sub for a special education class. I was glad I accepted the assignment blindly. If I had known what I was signing up for I would not have done it. I walked into a class with 4 teacher aides and 8 autistic kids. With a 5:8 adult to kid ratio, I don't think I need to explain the nature of the assignment. It's very much hands-on and involved, on your feet, all the time. You know how you set your radio to scan through channels? That's how my eyes operated today, trying to see every corner, door, window and hallway to keep track of a special group of kids. If I stopped scanning the class, I would literally see the heels of a kid as they whipped away down a hall like Woody after Andy.
By the end of the day I had a headache. But I spent the day with some quality kids and adults. In God's plan I haven't yet reconciled why kids are autistic. I've heard some say they were so good before this life they no longer have to be tested. Others say it's a protection against Satan. I heard one report there's no way God could create such imperfection. I don't know and I think I don't want to know. I do know one thing, I walked away from school today feeling closer to heaven than when I woke up. Maybe it was working with these unsung heroes, the teachers and teacher aides who everyday provide a service that's physical demanding and graceful at the same time.
In my first ten minutes in class, one aide said, "watch your knees or you might lose function of them for life." She was warning me about Elijah, a tough little nut who plays a nutcracker on a patella like it's Christmas Eve. It was this same aide who came to my aid when I was trying to get Elijah to come in from the playground. She pulled a photo of the class out of her pocket to show Elijah and when he saw it he folded his arms and walked right into class. Apparently he doesn't communicate well with words. That aide showed grace in communication.
Maybe what I thought was a feeling of heaven was actually me feeling better about myself because these teachers and aides create a space where there is room for error. It's okay to mess up in special education because messing up is tolerated, even expected. If you do something wrong, call it for what it is and move on. Don't worry about the past because you need to be on guard for mistakes to come. I messed up a lot today but I was forgiven instantly. All the aides asked was that I keep going. When I went out to lunch they joked, "don't worry if you don't come back for the afternoon, some subs never do." I confess, I was daydreaming all morning how I could manage to work my way out of the afternoon. But seeing the assignment through was better than any hike I've ever finished.
In afterthought, I don't think the aides had much to do with me feeling so good at the end of the day. I don't think it was my work ethic that compelled me to do once in a lifetime what these teachers do 175 days a year. I think it was the time close to Elijah and his seven classmates. That can sound really cheesy when I read it at 12:24:40 AM, but it's what I feel, and I'm sticking to it...
As a side note, I arrived at the school very cold this morning. You know how your face gets so cold all you want to do is speak words like you are throwing bricks out of your mouth? It got me in trouble today because when the brick "spencer" came out of my mouth it sounded like "stuart" to the staff. So I was stuart today. Funny, but better than the previous two misnomers of "dexter" and "special." And I wasn't even cold that day I told someone "I am special." How's that for special education?

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Post script

After my second day with this class i was up to here (holding my hand high) with a few kids. I even broke down and went Hansen-lecture-style on a few kids. "Do you want scholarships? Do you want a good life? Then do your work like I said!"

But at the end of the day, the effort paid off when the kids spontaneously, guys and girls, got in a line to hug me on their way out. For the first few I offered high fives like I used to on my first dates after the mission. But then I remembered a hug can mean more than a high five. So I let them hug the sub.

These kids were so good they stayed in during recess to make a play for Anna. It was five minutes long. I captured it on my video camera for Anna to see in the evening. If I ever have a choice to sub for elementary again, third grade it is. Too young for sass. Old enough to have some class.

Monday, January 24, 2011

A Day in the life of a medical student


Sometimes life's trail takes you on turns that just leave you shaking your head and smiling. Have you ever looked down at your shoes while pondering life's oddities and thought, "what would myself one year ago think about me now?" I had that moment today when for the seventh time Zachary came up to me with a handful of crumpled up papers and said, "Clay won't stop throwing these at me." For the seventh time I said, "Okay Zach, I'll make a note of it" (mentally only of course).

I was substituting at Wilson elementary school. The third grade class. As part of my year off of radiology research, hiking, spending time with Anna, traveling, and fixing up what needs fixing I decided to fill in the gaps in my week as a substitute teacher. And today I became very familiar with my shoes, shaking my head.

But in reality, I've enjoyed the experience. If I did not go into medicine I probably would not have gone into teaching. But I still wanted to know what it felt like. And it is more enjoyable than I imagined. While I know substituting is only a substitute for the real experience, I still managed to get a grasp of what teachers go through day in and day out. I appreciate them on a whole new level. I barely had enough energy at the end of the day to bring the fork loaded with Anna's beef stroganoff up to my mouth. But the thought that the stroganoff would soothe my parched, tired out throat like a balm was enough to get the fork to it's destination. I haven't used my voice like I did today for some time and it's out of shape. Anna had a quiet husband tonight.

But seriously, let's pay full time teachers more! I would gladly increase the tax on our income if it went to public teacher's salaries. I felt more tired after today than a full day in the wards. And the sense of responsibility for the kids' lives must be overwhelming. I'm glad for the new perspective. Maybe next month I'll try a construction crew. I know I don't appreciate their labor enough.


Friday, January 21, 2011

A good story

In high school I read an incredible, literally hard to believe, story about a trek to freedom called The Long Walk. It's coming out on film. The link below can take you to a trailer:
http://movies.nytimes.com/movie/456488/The-Way-Back/trailers
The last movie I got excited enough to blog about, Robin Hood, I found disappointing. So I'm moving my eggs to this basket!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Running in Tucson


We have family come visit every now and then. Yesterday while out for a jog in the cold morning (cold day #3 out of a possible 5 this year) I was thinking what it must look like for visitors to run alongside me. About every half mile or so a hooded figure in what looks like flannels or maybe dark jeans would run past me in the opposite direction. I passed a bearded fellow in jean shorts and a hoodie. I've seen these people out running on the trail every single day of the year that it's cold, which is exactly five days. Always wearing the same attire, my fellow running mates could be confused for groups of running homeless. They (we) are not homeless, we are cold runners.

So if you visit Tucson, and like to jog, and it's a cold day, you can best fit in by dressing like a homeless person. Why would we buy cold weather gear for 5 days out of the year? We're not cheap, we're practical, and yes...maybe in debt.
So happy trails in your flannels and over sized hoodies handed down from your sibling's high school days.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Our Tucson



Saturday morning we were playing basketball at our church building. Half a mile away we had no idea what was about to happen. On my drive to the church I thought about my near and distant future. I had to go find some camping gear. I needed to return a Christmas present. Whatever happened, I had to make sure to listen to Car Talk. Next week, I had to make sure to fill out some forms for medical school. I kept wavering between thoughts of seeing True Grit or Tron with Anna. And I had to finish preparing my lesson for Priesthood.

I drove away from the church happy with my game on the court. As I turned on Ina and Oracle, I saw two cop cars speed by, followed by an ambulance. It wasn't until I got home to my computer that I read about the tragedy. In about 2.5 seconds, my life's issues distilled down to the basic elements of fear, survival, and concern for family and friends. My previous focus on material and entertainment issues simply evaporated. It wasn't a conscience choice, it just happened. At the end of the day, and for the rest of many people's lives, it simply is going to be a focus on healing and finding meaning in tragedy. Today I am still struggling with interchanging thoughts of hatred and sorrow for the killer. But he did something that brings me happiness. He has brought out the best of Tucson. I've been witness to a united community that I haven't seen or been a part of since 9/11. It's humbling. I love learning from those who deal with tragedy so nobly. And everyone who was struck has acted nobly. Even the killer's parents, I believe, responded in a way that helped me learn more about the beauty of humanity.

Everyone has shown future victims of tragedy that life can go on with your head humbly held high in the fight against evil. I love Tucson. A melting pot of so many cultures and backgrounds, the people are lively and happy. Here I've learned it not only takes a family but takes a village to create the community where good happens. And as it so happens, I've learned Tucson has true grit.