I’ve been here for 72 days exactly. I’m in that weird spot where I’m almost halfway through my deployment… but not quite long enough to say I’m “halfway through” my deployment.
Still, I feel like I can eventually see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Practically every week there is some sort of physical fitness event at Camp Victory. Usually, it’s some sort of 5K run or a “shadow” marathon. However, every now and then specific units get involved.
Today, it was Task Force 134’s turn.
If you’re a truck driver, there are plenty of jobs for you in Iraq. Just on my base alone, it’s very easy to find a tanker truck breezing by your vehicle.
These trucks carry various liquids, although most can be classified as either carrying water you can drink or water that can kill you.
When you’re deployed to Iraq, it stands to reason that at some point you need to be able to understand Arabic. Unfortunately, I am pretty hopeless on the understanding Arabic.
Take a look at this photo. Even the cars mirrors here are written in Arabic. I’ve been told this says “objects in mirror are closer than they appear,” but it just looks like a a bunch of squiggly lines to me.
Previously, I mentioned how much I wanted to take the admiral’s vessel out on the lake near my office. Just my luck, I happened to have my camera on me when the admiral spontaneously decided to go for a row.
As you’ll recall, the boat was literally a tiny row boat that was found somewhere on Victory Base Complex (formerly Saddam Hussein’s compound). It was brought back to our pier where it has languished until someone dared test its seaworthiness.
There are several new readers of Blogging Iraq. Most of them come from the Cathey Middle School choirs in McAllen, Texas.
My mother, the choir director there, has decided to post many of my blog entries on her bulletin board. So, when I post a new entry, the students at the school can read what new things I’m doing here in Iraq. That said, this blog is rated PG. So, please keep your comments respectful and clean!
Last night, I walked into my room, and I startled a man lying on the empty bed on the other side of the room. Startled isn’t quite the right word. He nearly hit the ceiling from the lying-down position.
So, yes, I now have a roommate. He’s a lawyer, which means I need to stop breaking the law immediately.