Its late in the afternoon and we are heading out on a convoy to an outpost. Its hotter and humid that usual and you feel the sweat building in the seat like you have been riding in a car for 19 hours but you only have been in there 10 minutes. We hold at a security halt as other hummers are linking up with us and we talk about the day and how its been going. How hot it is bitch and moan a bit then the young driver tell me a joke or two. It breaks up the monotony. As we move out I continue to scan the road as I did last deployment at all of the trash on the sides and piles of dirt thinking hmmm that could be an IED, so could that, and that but you continue on.
As we drive past a Iraqi Army check point, we throw a couple bottles of water out to them as they are uncomfortable as us but manning their post and doing great. Professional and squared away. They were surprised to see us give them some water and thanks us in Iraqi. These guys really appreciate things like that. When yousee them walk down to the
river and fill up an empty water bottle and drink it, it will make you barf. The river is nasty. We fished bodies out of last deployment, dead donkeys, medical waste you name it. The convoy continues as we see what could become a bad situation on the road ahead but because of our presence and another oncoming coalition force convoy, the situation dissipates. (That’s all I can say about that—in the Forest Gump voice)
My calves are touching my thighs it’s so damn cramped in this hummer. I didn’t grow that much in a year. Sweat begins to flow down you face and we aren’t even in the hot months yet. Traffic on the roads is medium but none wil pass us as they have been taught to saty away from our convoys. We pass an Iraqi Police station and drop off more water to them, they are very grateful. So grateful you wish the idiot 18 year old that lives in your neighborhood could see how much they appreciate clean water then kick him in the ass to get a job and make a contribution to society so he can see just how good he has it in the states. We get to our destination. Its good to get the armor off as the fresh air ruses in between you and the body armor. We do our business and before you know it, we are heading back to it all over again. Its not as bad as last deployment, you say to yourself,but don’t fool yourself, it is. Somewhere there are scumbags out there trying to kill you. Semper Fi-time for a cigar.