Share I was in Manas, Kyrgyzstan once. I was there for less than two days in early April, 2007 on my way into Afghanistan for my first tour. We went home via Kuwait at the end of the tour. Manas was a transit point that became a distant, ephemeral memory overshadowed by the events that followed. It was never the focus of my attention, even when I was there. I should say, “even when I was here.” Here I am again with nearly 200 of my closest friends. This time the wait is longer, and we are in Limbo. We are neither home nor in Afghanistan. We have been “swiped in” to theater. Our “smart” identification cards tell the human resources systems that we have arrived in the combat zone, but we are not there yet. We had a couple of briefings, got rolled around in the vehicle rollover simulators