Port-au-Prince, Haiti – I arrived today without incident. Stepping from the plane, I was greeted by the familiar smell of burning rubbish and the faint sound of rah-rah drifting on a swift ocean breeze.

Nearing the door of the Toussaint Louveture International Airport, a welcoming band started up and MINUSTAH dotted the tarmac. I was immediately taken to the diplomatic lounge and then shown to vehicle that would take me to the Norwich Mission House, where I am writing this blog. My escort consisted of one driver and two armed contractors based out of Virginia. Both were former Marines and had recently left Iraq wanting to return soon. Read more »