Things have been very busy this week since LtCol V left and I had to step up to Director of Logistics. I hear I still get to leave on the 11th but I’m not going to hold my breath. Someone has to be here until somebody else gets here.
The mortars and rockets have been more quiet this week but in other ways it really feels like a war. The other morning I sat at my desk answering emails when a LtCol walked in and asked how to reach Gulf Services…he needed someone to come out and identify the body of the first American hostage that was killed this week. I sent him to the contracting office since I don’t do anything with the contracts. Those executions by al-Zuqaris group are really unnerving. I hope that kill that bastard soon.
Also this week I realized what a load of crap everybody is selling when they tell you how much the Iraqi people appreciate their “liberation”. These people remember kindness five minutes and a small slight to the death. There’s one group of sand baggers I see everyday in my trailer camp. This group is rough. I regularly stare down one fat one. The others are adolescent boys who sometimes ask for stuff. One kept asking for my CD walkman…I told him to pack sand. They are a rough group. The other day they told an Air Force Chief Master sergeant (and fellow rock hound) friend of mine they were going to kill him. But he couldn’t identify who said it. We should have rounded up the whole bunch and sent them to a detention camp until someone dimed out whoever said it.
And last night…two helos flew over followed by a bright light and a vapor trail. I don’t know if it was a flare or a rocket but somebody shot something at them.
Yeah, my fun meter is pegged. Happiness is Iraq in my rearview mirror.
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