Day 11: Nothing Special

Let me first start our with an update. On the last convoy we went on I believe I told yall about having to halt at a bridge, due to some weird acting IP (Iraqi Police). well it turns out that about 2 hours after we had crossed under this bridge, there was a VBIED (Vehicle Born IED) attack. This was kinda surprising and also cool at the same time. It just let me know that whenever Deelie says to stop this aint right, there is a good chance that something aint right.
So now it is the day after the last convoy and there is a small convoy supposed to be going out the night before last. Thank god though no one from the security element is going out on it. Which we thought would mean we could just help them get ready and then dip out for the night. Oh no we should have known better than that. To start off with that night there was a sand storm not a bad one but just enough were you couldn't see to far ahead of you, and it hurt your eyes if you were outside. I just want to say that being in a sand storm is one of the worst things, you would not believe how much that little piece of sand can hurt when there are thousands pounding on your face. So when the convoy finally left the motor pool to go to the staging area, might I add that this happened about an hour late, we we allowed to finally go get some food. This was the first time that day we had a chance to go eat, not to mention that the chow hall closed in like 15 min. Then after much skipping and craziness Bizkit, Nick, and I made it to the chow hall and got to eat. The best part is that every time we go to chow the idiot reservist sergeants make us bring food back for them, this is where the fun starts. I know what you are thinking and no we didn't spit in it or anything like that. We get them food that we know that they don't want, like big salads and the nastiest looking food of the day. Then on this night remember it is a sandstorm we decide to walk back with the boxes of salad and nasty food hanging wide open just so they get that nice little covering of gritty sand. Probably not the worst thing we could have done but it was our silent protest to their fucking great ideas about only giving us 15 min to eat. Then we get back to the motor pool and are hanging out in the smoke pit, cause that is just what we do, I have and will probably spend more time in smoke pits in Iraq than I actually will in my truck. So ok we are just chillen in the smoke pit until the worst words in the USMC are heard "I need two lance corporals" and we all know what this means working parties. So after barely escaping that one we decide that it is now time to find some where to hide. Cause we all know that working parties are like the plague once one goes there are going to be many to follow. Some of them aren't bad but none of them are good. So there we go with Biskit in the lead spot we are ducking through the shadows trying to find the perfect spot to hide. One that is close enough so we can hear when they call us back over to get released, but of course one where we can't be found for a working party. After about 10 min of sneaking around through the shadows we found one of the old bunkers, and at that moment me Biskit, Nick and myself all had the same look on our face, PERFECT. We dive in the bunker and prepare for our time we are going to spend in hiding. We first start out by putting all our cigarettes, water and food in the middle. Cause we don't know how long this working party session could last. These things have been know to go on for days even weeks. After being in hiding for about an hour we notice that the water is getting low. This can only mean one thing someone has to sneak out and get some. Of course we choose Bizkit to go. We wish him luck and send him out after water, knowing all to well that he probably won't make it back. Nick and I sit there waiting just hoping that he actually makes it back when all the sudden we see Bizkit dive in to the bunker with the look of straight fear on his face. He tried to tell us what had happened but all we could get out of it was, "they all most had me." Then after being in there for a couple more hours we heard the convoy get back and about 100 more working parties called to help them unload. Then came the magical words, "everybody circle it up" we all knew what this meant it was safe to come out, cause we were about to go back to our rooms. Then we all just headed back to our rooms to prepare for another day full of stupid TS games.