Ok, this is really gross. Near our base, there is a building that some of our advisors walk to on a daily basis. There is a sewage line that is broken, and the Iraqi refuse to fix it for a variety of reasons ranging from incompetence to apathy...take your pick. Therefore, our advisors are forced to...(wait for it)...walk through the raw sewage on a daily basis. Our Force Protection team feels for them, but hey, better them than us. But for some reason, it fell to us to come up with a solution! I've never worked with sewage on this end, but we put our heads together and built a pallet/sandbag bridge to help these people. And I was sent over here to do this??
And as always, there's the neverending sandstorm. I swear we get hit with them once or twice a week. Believe it or not, there is a 12-story building in these pictures. The good thing is that the temperature is reduced by about 15 degrees, bringing it from "unbearable" to just "miserable"...that means it drops from 120 degrees to 105. I'll take it.
Nothing exciting here really. This is just a shot of our TOC (tactical operations center). There are classified maps on the walls, so please do not look at them, ok? I wouldn't want to have to send one of my guys to rub you out. I sit in the back left corner by the door. Here is a picture of my desk.
These are a couple of pictures of two of my favorite people here. The guy in the green hat is our Brigadier General from Britain. Unfortunately, the Brits were sent home from this country and they will be missed. I have not worked with a finer, more professional group of soldiers in my life. The other picture is of me and my injured boss (don't ask). He's a great guy and serves as a mentor to me on a daily basis. He also doubles as my friend and next door neighbor.
