We arrived in Baghdad after a 13 hour delay at Kuwait Airport. Apparently, our plane got hit by lightning or something like that, because the altimeter was busted and had to be replaced. I don’t have a problem with waiting, because I suppose when you enlist in the military, you kind of get used to it. It’s the insanity of it all that sometimes gets to me. We got up at 2 a.m to stage gear for a 5 a.m flight, which turned into an 8 am flight, which turned into a 7 p.m. flight. So we sat around in the tent/terminal, before we finally got the go ahead to leave. Not to bad. I did finally get to catch up on some badly needed sleep.
My neck finally caught up with me last night. I think between the flight, wearing the helmet all day, and the lack of sleep, my head was starting to pound. I think as I start to wear the helmet more, it will get better, but for now my neck feels like shit and its making my whole body ache. So for now, I am living off of Excedrin, Gatorade, and coffee.
Another interesting point. I don’t care what anybody says about KBR/Halliburton, those guys rock. There is nobody that could support us the way these guys do. Midnight last and I was sitting in the mess hall, drinking fresh hot coffee, eating a steak, and watching Good Morning America on ABC. I remember during the first Gulf War, we didn’t even have electricity in the tents, and now we have hardwood floors, air conditioning, and some of the best food ever served up in any war. Honestly, it’s like Hometown Buffet in the mess halls. My hats off to those KBR guys…
I didn’t mention it, but we weren’t in Iraq 15 minutes before we heard our first firefight. Just outside the airport gates, about a mile or so away. We didn’t participate, but it was easy to see that everybody was a little nervous.
Welcome to the shit boys….