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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Enemy fighting positions

This is an enemy bunker with an 18 inch solid steel door at the entrance. It didn't help them too much, as one of our bunker busters ruined their day.

We decided to check the place out even though it's been abandoned for a while. Lots of bats, but no nasty suprises, which was nice. Lots of little rooms and hallways. Not a place I'd care to stay in for any amount of living time.........just like IRAQ!

I'm wearing my pajamas this patrol. Or at least, that's what I call them. They are the army version of a flight suit. One piece, and a lot more comfortable. No belt diging into my waste either.
So there you have it, a small update. I'll try to keep you all a little more up to speed.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

....but it's just dry heat....right?

I've heard this a couple times from people back home. YES, it's just dry that makes it any better. It got up to 138 here once. Someone told me it doesn't get that aching ass if it doesn't!!! So, turn your oven up to 138, stick your head in it for 12 hours, and I'll just remind you that it's "only dry heat."

Another day passes in the endless sands of time. We are fast approaching the 1 year mark since we left home. Isn’t that crazy? A whole year already! I’m trying not to look too far into the future, but I can’t help keeping a mental tally on the months until I am home for good.

Right now I am trying to focus on the job at hand, taking each day in turn. Two months until I go on my leave back home. With any luck, after I get back to Iraq after leave, it will only be an additional two months until we pack up and leave. I’ll expect a longer stay, and hope for an early return. One thing I have learned is that having expectations leads to disappointments. Having an expectation is setting yourself up for failure.

The days are passing ever so slowly. Even so, the weeks are flying bye. After this is all over and I am home once again, I know that this time will seem but a distant memory. I will however, look back on these days as the golden years of my life. I did my duty, I served my country, and I made my family proud. No matter what else I do in life, I can have done this, and no one can take that away.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

The silver bullet

Since I don’t have much to report, I shall share a rare story from basic training (5 years ago)
I was one of many head of cattle being herded through the vaccination process that the military “offers” when you first enlist. This mainly consists of pumping as many antibodies and mystery shots into us as they could. The culmination was the dreaded penicillin shot (silver bullet). They take a huge needle (looks and feels like grandmas knitting needle!), and it goes directly into your ass cheek. Not just a little bit, more like, to the bone.
When it came my turn for the needle to rape me, I dropped my drawers and tried to “relax.” Then I head the words that no one should ever have to hear in this situation….no, not that, you’re SICK! You don’t ever want to hear the words “Ooops.” I was like “Oops? Whats wrong?” The nurse said the needle had snapped. I didn’t believe her, so she kindly showed me. Yikes, I nearly passed out. I wish I would have. So, the nurse can’t get a hold of the 3 inches or so of needle in my right cheek, as it broke off at the surface. So, she gets a special tool (needle nose pliers…..I shit you not) and manages to grab the nub of needle. She can’t pull it straight out though, it keeps slipping because of the blood and white goo. So, she is forced to wrench it back and forth, sideways, to loosen the needle. After several tries she manages to remove the huge ass needle, and I collapse on the floor……my kind Drill Sgt came over to see if I was ok “YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING DIE! IF YOU THINK YOU’RE GETTING AWAY WITH BREAKING MY NEEDLE YOU’RE WRONG! I’LL FUCKING DESTROY YOU! GET THE FUCK BACK IN LINE!” Welcome to the army huh?