In an earlier post I had talked about waking up and realizing again where I was at. Every morning that is still happening. The realism of it all still seems to escape me. Even though I am here, and I can feel the heat, I go to sleep and dream of home, of people and wake up and think, "yeap, still here." I guess what I am saying is it doesn't feel real.
There were a couple incidences yesterday that brought me back to reality. Just walking from the PX to the MWR tent which is basically a rec. room, the heat baking me at 100 degrees, looking around seeing iraqi's, and Army, Navy, and Airforce all with weapons, a casualty collection point, wow I am really in Baghdad.
I heard a couple explosions off in the distance. The ground vibrated very little. Enough that you would feel it sitting down but if you were walking you would have missed it entirely. Shortly after , the power goes out and we find out 12 soldiers were killed by vehicle borne improvised explosive devices. VBIED's.
This is very real.
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Tried to comment last week, but I guess my remarks didn't post. Strange, my son's at war and here I am commenting on his latest blog. Aint technology great! I can't wait for the virtual tour. Just keep on bogging son. It's interesting stuff, plus we know your okay and all that being where you are. Our thoughts and prayers are with you. We all Love you.
I get a feeling that it is rather unlike sitting around a hex map rolling dice to see who blows up who better when you are actually there. Hope that the gods watching over you don't roll a lot of ones.
Living in a war torn environment must not be what living is cracked up to be. To live with the threat of death at your feet must be surreal. Living in the moment must mean something very concrete to you. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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