The concrete wall is pretty high for a man of plastic who stands four inches tall, but Uncle Si really isn't able to see much from up there other than concrete, buildings, tents and a whole lot of brown and gray. Anxious to start seeing what else there is to see in Fabulous Bagram, he goes down the T-wall the same way he climbed up and starts on his way, taking care to watch where he's going since being so small in such a big world can be hazardous. At first, the only color Si sees matches the tan on his camo hat, but the more he keeps wandering, the more colors he starts to notice.
He sees various shades of sandbags on top of and all around bunkers similar to those he walked through in Kandahar his first night Outside. But Si also finds here and there colors that contrast brightly with the surrounding browns and tans, like yellow painted around the opening of some of the bunkers.
Or the blue of this big metal shipping container.
Or the green of these little houses that Si sees regularly as he walks around Fabulous Bagram. Si remembers hearing Uniforms talk about these when he was living beneath the computer screen and knows what they are and therefore chooses to not get any closer (He knows what the Uniforms call the tiny houses but prefers not to say the name since this is a family blog and such words would not go over well with parents!).
Or the bright red of this road barrier. Once he gets past all the drabness of the dominant hue and tries to find other colors, his eyes are opened to just how many different colors there are here in Fabulous Bagram, and he can't stop seeing them. And what's more, seeing one bright color among all the light tan only makes him want to find more.
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