I wish I could tell you a long drawn out story about me and my buddies doing work, through out the Iraqi country side. Stories with lots of action, gun waling, bombs going off, and just marines doing what they do, But come on yall all know that kind of stuff doesn't happen in Iraq. Before my gunner (Ruby) is allowed to actually shoot at someone he has to go through 7 steps of escalation of force. So those stories you have heard about Iraq, forget them, that shit doesn't happen here anymore.
Yesterday we went out on our second convoy, which like always was riddled with stupidity. It started the night before the convoy, when one of the amazing TS sergeants, got the grad idea to make the security element come back to the motor pool and wait ton them to get done after we had already been up since 7, mind you this is at, oh about 12 at night. When we finally got there all we did was sit in the smoke pit waiting on TS to finish there loading. It was said that the reason for this was to show that we are all on the same team, and if they are there then we are too. But they didn't show up with security at 8 for extra training. Then at I think it was like 2 we finally got released to go get some rest before the convoy.
Ok, so here we are the day of our second convoy, nothing special at all, a pretty easy run down the road. We got to the motor pool finished prepping our trucks and headed into the brief. This is when it all started going down hill. And we could tell this based on how lost our leaders where so lost during the brief. Then after that we heading to the staging are and amazingly enough rolled out on time. I start to wonder could this actually be a smooth running convoy. So me Deelie (vehicle commandeer in my truck) Ruby (Gunner in my truck), and Ginny (name of my truck) are lead vehicle, so we are the first ones in. AS we are just rolling down the road at a nice pace Ruby began to come over com stating that he had to shit, no big deal, but then he said "no I have to shit now." So we halted and out of the turret grabs some paper towels that I use to clean the windshield and is off the road dropping the boys. Then he comes back to the truck with this half relieved but also half pissed look on his face. It turned out that he believed that he got some shit on his pants in the process.
Then we continued down the road, we were doing fine until the person who was in charge of telling me how to get there forgot how to get there. But then after much screaming and confusion we actually did make it to the objective. And then even more confusion began, thanks to Sergeant P, who is a Russian that now one can understand, but I will get into more about him another day. We were finally ready to leave and head back to our base we start to roll out the gate, but the gate was locked or down whatever. So Deelie'e all of 110 pounds goes out to lift it. Then all you see if Deelie hanging from the gate trying to get it up, the funniest thing I have seen in country, just wish I could have got a picture of it. After that we get back on the road, have to halt due to some cray Iraqi police, which causes me to have to drive blacked-out (no lights). Then after that it was pretty much a smooth ride back in. When we finally got back and finished unloading and cleaning up our trucks the sun was well up. We, the security element, were pissed off cause we were sitting around waiting on TS. You know a normal day this far into my time in Iraq, some funny moments and a lot of stupid ones.
*The Picture is of the sun rise we saw after returning to the motor pool that morning.
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