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Steamboat Springs’ Sgt. Charles Reed, of the 715 Military Intelligence Unit, center, celebrates his 34th birthday with his colleagues and the staff at T.G.I. Fridays restaurant on the boardwalk at Kandahar Air Force Base, Afghanistan, on Monday.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Kandahar, Afghanistan It was a broiling fall evening in this southern Afghan battlezone, and U.S. Army Sgt. Charles Reed wanted to celebrate his birthday in style — at T.G.I. Friday’s on the boardwalk.
So the military intelligence soldier from Steamboat Springs ducked inside the Western diner with a dozen friends, climbed atop a chair, and began a slow, solo groove as smiling Asian waiters in baseball caps clapped a carefully practiced birthday cheer.
Two nonalcoholic Dutch beers and a $30 steak and shrimp dinner later, Reed stepped out of the air-conditioned cool of the wood-floored eatery — whose walls are plastered with guitars, surfboards and Elvis posters — and back into reality: the sweltering desert heat of a giant NATO military base ensconced in a rocky Afghan moonscape crawling with insurgents.
“It was kind of unreal,” Reed said, describing his recent 34th birthday fete at Kandahar Airfield, better known as KAF. “At least for a few minutes, you could pretend you were somewhere else. It was like going back home.”
The only difference, perhaps: Most of the people ordering cheeseburgers and milkshakes were decked out in combat fatigues and heavily armed.
T.G.I. Friday’s is the apex of war-zone escapism on KAF’s famed boardwalk, a Wild West-like quadrangle boasting three dozen glass-door shops and coffee bars that form a surreal counterpoint to the daily fighting going on just outside the base’s walls.
Coalition forces arriving here this year as part of the U.S. surge to curb the mushrooming insurgency have been shocked to discover such elaborate dining and entertainment options.
Flashing neon signs beckon customers to the red and white tablecloths inside Mamma Mia’s Pizzeria. The Green Bean cafe (“Honor First, Coffee Second”) offers frozen iced latte and cinnamon buns. There is a barber shop, an AT&T call center, multiple Wifi networks, and a cyber cafe in which soldiers can video-chat with family and friends back home.
About half a square mile long, the covered walkway surrounds a dirt pitch hosting the occasional rock concert. Troops from NATO nations gather nightly in shorts and tennis shoes to watch basketball, flag-football and volleyball games. There is even a Canadian-dominated field hockey rink. And one night last week, an acoustic guitar jam.
There are ATMs, too, and plenty to shop for: Cuban cigars, condoms, suits. The German military store sells a “Terror Chess” set pitting American forces against Taliban guerrillas on a map of Afghanistan (the American queen is the Statue of Liberty, while George W. Bush and a newly added Barack Obama are kings; their counterparts: a woman clad in a blue burqa and Osama bin Laden).
U.S. Capt. Braden Coleman, a 30-year-old pilot from North Myrtle Beach, S.C., remembered sitting down on the boardwalk shortly after being deployed here in May.
“I couldn’t believe I was in Kandahar eating a double-dipped chocolate ice cream at sunset on a Saturday afternoon,” said Coleman, who was downing a strawberry smoothie from the French bakery behind him, where an Eiffel Tower climbs a wall above picnic tables with fake potted plants.
“It was a surreal experience,” he said, as a jet fighter roared across the sky, letting loose a stream of defensive white flares. “I remember thinking, ‘We’re in the heart of the war-zone. The bad guys are 10 miles away. And here we are eating soft-serve ice cream.’”
Since a small American Marine contingent first landed here in late November 2001, KAF has expanded into a small city housing 30,000 multinational troops and support contractors. The population consumes nearly 37,000 gallons of water and 50,000 meals daily at seven free dining facilities known as D-FACs, according to U.S. Maj. Steven A. Williams, a senior acquisition officer.
Although far from the front lines, KAF residents endure frequent rocket attacks that rarely cause casualties but force everyone — including patrons of T.G.I. Friday’s — to hit the ground whenever the alarm sounds.