and suddenly you are there on the bridge as the boat pulls into the bay of iskenderun , and as soon as you are secured , you go up on the signal bridge to watch the jarheads march up out of the flight deck shelters and across the flight deck in a big arc behind the rotors spinning up in the soft morning air , and then up the ramps and into the helos , and the ramps closing and the helos lifting up and then left and then forward and then joining up , and the off into the mist and over the mountains all around , a swarm like gnats , and below the marines are climbing down the accom ladder and into mike boats and then chugging off to the shore where you can see through the big eyes something like greyhound buses waiting for them all different colors , and the whole day is crazy with running people and supplies humping up out of storage and cranes lowering them down into boats , whole rafts of mres and one whole pallet of toilet paper .