I have just come across what might be the most stunning discovery of the century! I'm pretty sure of it, even though the century is quite young still. There is some bad blood between me and coconuts. Yep. I ate a few Samoa Girl Scout cookies a few days ago, and noticed that for a couple of days I had heartburn. It went away. I ate a few more of the cookies yesterday, and today I have heartburn! War is hell.
Speaking of hell, there's an occurrence here in Iraq that I lovingly refer to as "hairdryer wind" which is pretty self explanatory I think. Usually it's just annoyingly hot wind. The kind that makes you sweat more than it dries you off... thus rendering the whole point of sweating pretty moot. Maybe it's good for the skin or something. Anyhow... Last night we had a nice continuation of the winds that brought us the delightfully colored and textured air that you can see in the previous post, but the gusts got stronger. We had a few reports of trees falling over here on FOB marez, downing all kinds of precipitous networking and power cables that FOBs are notorious for having. These are some pretty decent sized eucalyptus trees, too! Which is sad. I remember one of the first things I noticed about the pad I live on was "Wow. These looks like REAL trees!" But by the mighty breath of Allah, those nice big trees are turned into holy warriors disrupting... some slow internet... oh well. As you can see, Iraq continues to be a madhouse!
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Breathing = Digging
So this morning (my morning time) my friend Bryan told me to come start a blog so people can read about how uninteresting my life is right now! I guess in all fairness it's not uninteresting, it just feels that way 90% of the time.
I'm in Iraq. Mosul. So uninteresting means: every once in a while the room shakes from a VBIED (vehicle borne improvised explosive device... it's a carbomb with a suicidal prick in it...) blowing up somewhere in the city, but otherwise I'm just doing my thing. I'd tell you what "my thing" is, but then I'd have to kill you... and those who already know what it is, know it's not that 'gee whiz.'
I just switched over to the night shift at my work which means it's a lot more calm and laid back which is a nice change. Part of my job is to write up a little mini-report on all significant activity that's worth passing up to the regiment my battalion is attached to, then they pass it up higher and higher until it's so high up there that no one really knows what it's talking about anyway. On the day shift I'd written up some odd 576 or so of these things, while my night time counterpart had done something along the lines of 60. I didn't want to hog all the clerical glory!
I guess this'll do for a first post. I think comments are enabled/allowed or whatever, so if you think I should put something in particular here I'll see what I can do about it. For now, have a picture of a dust storm in the lovely Ninewah province (then see Title:)
I'm in Iraq. Mosul. So uninteresting means: every once in a while the room shakes from a VBIED (vehicle borne improvised explosive device... it's a carbomb with a suicidal prick in it...) blowing up somewhere in the city, but otherwise I'm just doing my thing. I'd tell you what "my thing" is, but then I'd have to kill you... and those who already know what it is, know it's not that 'gee whiz.'
I just switched over to the night shift at my work which means it's a lot more calm and laid back which is a nice change. Part of my job is to write up a little mini-report on all significant activity that's worth passing up to the regiment my battalion is attached to, then they pass it up higher and higher until it's so high up there that no one really knows what it's talking about anyway. On the day shift I'd written up some odd 576 or so of these things, while my night time counterpart had done something along the lines of 60. I didn't want to hog all the clerical glory!
I guess this'll do for a first post. I think comments are enabled/allowed or whatever, so if you think I should put something in particular here I'll see what I can do about it. For now, have a picture of a dust storm in the lovely Ninewah province (then see Title:)
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