TQ, Christmas in Iraq and the Truth about Santa.
Dear friends.
First, I am going to talk about my adventures in Al Taqatum. Wow, did I get to see some crazy stuff over there. Our main job in flying casevac is to keep the patient alive during flight. This is easier than it sounds because really the job should be called “don’t kill the patient and you’ll be fine.” 90% of the patients are stable once you get them and rarely do they crash on you while in flight. One guy we got had a gunshot wound to his head, but he is alive to tell the tale. Another guy we had was some army guy who shot himself in the foot with a flare and got burned up pretty badly. Were we surprised by that? Not in the least. Other than that it was a pretty good two weeks. Got some good footage and I will try to share with you when I can.
Holidays in Iraq summed up in one word: Verymuchlikeeveryotherday. Yes that’s right, the military isn’t very big on the holidays, especially in a foreign country surrounded by terrorists. We haven’t had many bombings lately, so I guess the insurgents are giving us a holiday break, which is nice of them. We’ll have to drop them presents from the sky some time. Oh wait we already do, in a manner of speaking (for those of you who didn’t get that, I am, of course, talking about bombs). What am I doing for Christmas you ask? Well take a guess…. If you guessed crying myself to sleep and screaming into my pillow, you’re only half right. The rest of the time I will be going to a BBQ that is supposed to kick off here in about 45 minutes along with stuffing myself with enough sugar to give a full grown horse diabetes while listening to “Daddy drank our Christmas money” by TVTV$ and “Christmas; Night of Zombies” by MxPx (both actual bands and songs). That’s how we do Christmas in the Suck this year.
And the last of the topics is something I’m sure you’ve all read before and if not, here it is. I used to whip this out during the holiday season to bring everyone down for a while. It’s kind of long, so I’ve highlighted the need to know parts.
Here is the truth about Santa:
After much research, we present the annual aeronautical engineers report on the theory of Santa:
No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer, which only Santa has ever seen.
There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish & Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total -378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes that there's at least one good child in each.
Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with. This is due to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits/second. That is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has .001 second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house.
Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles/household, a total trip of 75.5 million miles; not counting stops to do what most of us do at lease once every 31 hours, plus eating etc. So Santa's sleigh must be moving at 650 miles/second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a pokey 27.4 miles/second. A conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles/hour.
If every one of the 91.8 million homes with good children were to put out a single chocolate chip cookie and an 8 ounce glass of 2% milk, the total calories (needless to say other vitamins and minerals) would be approximately 225 calories (100 for the cookie, give or take, and 125 for the milk, give or take). Multiplying the number of calories per house by the number of homes (225 x 91.8 x 1000000), we get the total number of calories Santa consumes that night, which is 20,655,000,000 calories. To break it down further, 1 pound is equal to 3500 calories. Dividing our total number of calories by the number of calories in a pound (20655000000 / 3500) and we get the number of pounds Santa gains, 5901428.6, which is 2950.7 tons.
The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized Lego set (2 lb.), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300lb. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see #1) can pull 10 TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with 8, or even 9, reindeer. We need 214,200. This increases the payload - not counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. This is four times the weight of the ocean-liner Queen Elizabeth.
353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles/second creates enormous air resistance. This will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as a spacecraft reentering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within .00426 of a second. Meanwhile, Santa, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250 lb. Santa, being very conservative in terms of guessing Santa's weight, would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 lb. of force. If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.
A Merry Christmas to one and all!!


5 Comments:
HI IAN, GLAD YOUR BACK FROM TQ, YOUR MOM, U. DAVE AND I WERE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THAT MEANT !! SOUNDS LIKE YOU LIKED DOING WHATEVER IT WAS YOU DID, SORRY I DON'T UNDERSTAND A LOT OF THAT STUFF, BUT I SEE YOU STILL HAVE YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR, HANG ON TO IT BECAUSE IT'S THE ONE THING THAT WILL KEEP YOU GOING TILL YOU GET HOME, WHICH WE ALL HOPE IS VERY SOON !!!! LOVE YA, AUNTIE STEVIE
Hi Ian, this is mom. I love you son Merry Christmas. Gee, I wonder where you get your sarcastic sense of humor....Hang in there baby, you will be home soon. I love you so much. I am very proud of you. You are the best.
Love, mommy dearest.
oh Ian. You have never been a middle aged woman so I am sure you don't understand how calories work, but what Santa does with eating Christmas cookies, I have been doing EVERY Christmas of my adult life, then fighting the rest of the year to lose it. The milk just gets dumped into the bushes, but yes, that still leaves 1400+ tons. From a strictly scientific point of view it may be impossible to gain it overnight, but trust me, it is possible. Sometimes you eat it and don't gain immediately, but it shows up 3 -4 weeks later when you are being good and not eating junk. Ask grandma, she'll tell you it really does happen that fast.
I'm glad you are enjoying your time over there, all things considered. You can always come home and be part of a med-evac unit. You make a difference in so many lives just by being there when they need you. Don't ever take that lightly. Make sure everyone you work with knows how valuable they are. It is such an incredible thing you are doing and a horrible place you are doing it in.
and speaking of horrible, I guess it is time to go to work. I love you
Hi Ian,
I love the Santa research. You've been a busy boy.
Did you know Zach was like 12 when he learned there wasn't a Santa. Sadly, his little sister Sydney was the one to clue him in. Pathetic, huh?
We love you and miss your sardonic humor and face. (Your face isn't sardonic, well kind of.)
Hi Ian, It was nice to speak with you the other night. I would like to hear more about TQ. Its what you have been trained to do! So...what now?? back to giving flu shots to Marines? That even sounds dangerous.
Love you sweetie,
mommy dearest
PS.aunt vicki said she got blocked outta ur blog. ? Write to her.
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