Getting gas in Iraq is nothing like pulling up to your local Shell station in Anytown, USA. As with most things with the Army, filling up your car is anything but a normal experience.
It’s bizarre, actually. First, everything is surrounded by T-Walls. This is the only thing that makes sense to me.
The saga of the demon fish in the Lost Lake on Camp Victory has taken an interesting turn. It seems that fish are willing to commit violence on another fish. Today, I have proof.
I was quickly called outside to the bridge where a bunch of the fish hang out.
I usually go to the same dining facility for lunch every day. I’m a creature of habit. However, I’ve just about had it with the music they play in there.
Most of the time they play what sounds like a Kenny G album.
It’s always on a loop, and it’s always unbearably loud.
It reminds me of scene in “The 40-Year-Old Virgin” dealing with Michael McDonald and his song “Yah Mo B There.”
At Camp Cropper, one of our detention facilities, we provide educational classes for the detainees. One of the courses teaches detainees how to make stuffed camels.
It’s a sewing class, but the camels are a popular project.
If you’re my family reading this blog, you have very likely asked me why there aren’t very many pictures of me on the site.
The answer is remarkably simple… because I’m the one taking the photos.
I don’t think I’m particularly interesting to look at, and I have a major aversion to most posed photos.
In America, haircuts can cost you anywhere from $10 to $400 if you’re a presidential candidate. In Baghdad, a haircut costs about $5.
Inside this one-liter bottle is the life-blood for any servicemember serving in Iraq — purified, clean fish water.
I’m only half-joking when I call this “fish water.” It’s really the best-tasting purified water I’ve ever had in my life. It even tastes better than Evian or Dasani.
The only catch is that it comes from the same lake water where our demon fish friends live.