A Labrats Journey

This is basically the story of a 27 year old Navy Corpsman as she starts her journey to Iraq, leaving her son and husband 7000 miles away! Disclaimer: The thoughts, views, pictures, comments expressed in no way represent the Views of US Navy, Marines, Department of Defense,or anyone other than myself!(unless otherwise stated) I am not here to offend anyone. If you visit please leave a comment, BUT please respect my job and don't fill up my comments section with nonsense.

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Clean up, Clean up, Everybody Clean up!

Business has been booming here! No punt intended :) . The sound of bowling gives a whole new theory here in Iraq, especially when it is followed by a crackle, wiz and boom. The incoming rounds continue to rattle me out of my rack, some are controlled dets, but lately not. I sleepily put on my kevlar (helmet) which is on my bed, then hobble quickly to my flack and roll out into the hall. Usually I am right, it is incoming, but once in awhile I struggled out of bed for the wrong boom. Others do that too, which makes it funny. Today we was field day, which in the rear means clean every nook and cranny, well the cranny is no way getting clean here, so we just cleaned every nook. They (those sending booms and the higher ups) weren't thinking of the daysleepers today at all! The girls have the luxury of dorming with the doctors and surgeons. Only the enlisted cleaned. That left 5 girls cleaning and me with a bum leg the senior person. We mopped the sand up of the cement floors the best we could and scrubbed everything that could be scrubbed. We worked for three long hours. I let the girls go. When the walkthrough came, the in charge guys asked, "where is everyone at?" I guess they forgot that the other buildings have way more people enlisted and we were at 5. I said I let the girls go, because I knew they did a good job. Funny the girls cleaned way better than the guys and in a much timelier manner. THEN the sand storm came, so much for the clean floors, I bet they are dirty again. Visibility is bad, everything looks so cloudy. It isn't a bad sand storm, I am sure, but noticeable to all. Nothing like grinding dirt on your teeth or in your food. Things have been busy here. I have seen more images that will scar my brain forever. I watch the young guys go out on their big tanks and trucks, manning the guns so proud. If there mother saw them she would have a heart attack. I always say a silent prayer as the chain of vehicles drives past us, heading out to the unknown. Another mail vehicles bit the dust the other day, that makes two since I have been here. It was heading HM1 G's way, unfortunately. Sorry HM1, that could be what happened to your mail. The food truck finally came. So we are eating a little bit better. Still no fruit or fresh veggies. Thanks to hubby and canned fruit. I have managed to deplete the stock he mailed me. If you ever watched the movie GroundHog Day, it is similar to here. Everyday seems like the same thing, stuck in these walls like a hamster in a cage. Every now and then someone spins the wheel too fast while your running. These Are the Days of My Journey.


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