The beginning.....

Well, I received notice I was coming back to Iraq in January of this year. Happy about it? Does a horse drink wine? But, it's the job I took an oath and swore to do. So, here I am dressed up in those new high speed US Army funny looking combo green and grey uniforms sitting back in a place I hoped I wouldn't have to come back to so quickly. I am proud to see the achievements that have taken place since I left. Of course you wouldn't know about the good by watching the Communist News Network (CNN). If it isn't bad news, it isn't a story.

I am getting off track. So I show up at Ft Jackson, SC for basic combat training on March 25th. Combat training? Who the hell needs that? I've been there, done that and have a couple of t-shirts and a combat action ribbon to prove it. None the less, Big Navy thought they should create a training program for all sailors deploying from their parent commands. Ok, the first day at Ft jackson I stepped on a rock and busted my ankle pretty bad. I won't go into the whole medical explanation, but it hurt like....well, it just hurt. I completed my first four days of training on crutches. Does that make me tough? Nope, rather stupid but who wants to go home and come back just in time to sing Jingle Bells with Mohammad Ahkbar in his towel and man dress.

I make it through training and get to Kuwait only to find out I have MORE damn trianing. This time we are doing advanced convoy training. Great stuff....I loved it, but once again..Been there and done that. Even got a Humvee Driver's License to prove that one.
I spent four days desert of Kuwait, eating those great tasting MRE's (Meals Ready to Eat) and sleeping on the roof of mu Hummer. Yep....The rats can't climb on the roof. No showers either. The only thing I can say about 32 people bunched together for 4 days without a shower is EWWW!

Well, I finally made it to Baghdad and I am getting settled down in my home for the next 6 months. Anyone know where I can buy coat hangers over here?