Today marks yet another month of wasted time in the sands of Iraq. Another month of vigilance and close calls done. Anything accomplished or positive happening here? Well if you can count that facts that I've sadly gained twelve pounds and spent hundreds of dollars, tens of thousands dinars, on supplements and protein an accomplishment, check the box appropriately.
With the close of this month and the opening of a new to come, I have to duly note the positives to look forward too. The summer is nearly upon us here in Iraq, which means a dry, 120-130 billion degrees outside. Water conservation will be at a premium, meaning less showers. In fact we have already begun that phase of the plan, with showers only being open three hours in the morning, and three hours at night, which so happen to be within the times that we are out on patrol. The PX here is closing soon, along with the chow hall. Everything here is coming full circle.
Six years ago I had two cousins come in the original OIF, they had no chow halls, no internet, no PX, no gym, or any of the amenities or luxuries that the everyday soldier has now. I'm about to understand their pain. I find myself start to complain about things like that, and despite the adage, if an Infantryman's not complaining, he's not happy, it could be worse.
Our Company did get one of the two platoons we had tasked out back, so that spike in patrols that we had is back to declining. For now. The 'New Misfits' of AT4 are now all getting CIB's for the attack that took place on our platoon earlier this month. The other platoons are getting CIB's for hearing gun fire a couple of blocks over. So much for having to earn awards nowadays. My Doo Wop band, Stark Naked and the Car Thieves, would be disbanding if we had ever formed to begin with. And Ryan the Nose Kellogg, gave me an interesting fact about his last name. Apparently his ancestors used to be butchers and their last name was Killhog. Later changed to Killhoch. And finally made it's way to Kellogg. Think about that next time you're snap crackling and popping at the breakfast table.
Army's new slogan: Don't shoot anyone, you might kill them.
With the close of this month and the opening of a new to come, I have to duly note the positives to look forward too. The summer is nearly upon us here in Iraq, which means a dry, 120-130 billion degrees outside. Water conservation will be at a premium, meaning less showers. In fact we have already begun that phase of the plan, with showers only being open three hours in the morning, and three hours at night, which so happen to be within the times that we are out on patrol. The PX here is closing soon, along with the chow hall. Everything here is coming full circle.
Six years ago I had two cousins come in the original OIF, they had no chow halls, no internet, no PX, no gym, or any of the amenities or luxuries that the everyday soldier has now. I'm about to understand their pain. I find myself start to complain about things like that, and despite the adage, if an Infantryman's not complaining, he's not happy, it could be worse.
Our Company did get one of the two platoons we had tasked out back, so that spike in patrols that we had is back to declining. For now. The 'New Misfits' of AT4 are now all getting CIB's for the attack that took place on our platoon earlier this month. The other platoons are getting CIB's for hearing gun fire a couple of blocks over. So much for having to earn awards nowadays. My Doo Wop band, Stark Naked and the Car Thieves, would be disbanding if we had ever formed to begin with. And Ryan the Nose Kellogg, gave me an interesting fact about his last name. Apparently his ancestors used to be butchers and their last name was Killhog. Later changed to Killhoch. And finally made it's way to Kellogg. Think about that next time you're snap crackling and popping at the breakfast table.
Army's new slogan: Don't shoot anyone, you might kill them.
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