Inside the C-17 cargo plane my trucks bounce rhythmically, like kids on a trampoline. While most military equipment reaches Afghanistan via ship, my equipment is taxied by the Air Force, due to its sensitive nature. The inside of the plane is unfinished, the walls and ceiling snaked with a myriad of tubing, wires and electronics. The seats we occupy are only an afterthought, flipping out along the wall. This plane was designed for trucks, not people. 2 rows of 5 vehicles consume the cargo space. Heavy metal chains lash each truck to the floor. Two young airman circulate like vigilant sheep dogs, ratcheting down the chains as they give. Despite all these precautions, the truck two feet from my head shifts and sways through takeoff, turbulence and landing.