Good food, sad death 04/03/03 (chiefwiggles.blog-city.com)

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Good food, sad death 04/03/03

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April 3, 2003

The close of another day has come to us here in the desert. There is an unusual calm outside, a night with out the wind. It actually seems rather strange. It is strange to be inside the tent and not have the whole tent moving due to the wind outside. It is late and I have had a very long day.

I got up early this morning so I could cook some pancakes and eggs for some of the guys here. I was able to get my hands on some eggs and some more pancake mix, from a couple of the Iraqi that went into Kuwait City. They also brought me some real milk, actual milk from a cow, that was cold. It really seems like it has been a long time since I had real milk, even cold milk. We were able to buy a tank of propane that we hooked up to our stove, so that I could cook some pancakes and eggs. Boy did it taste good. It was outta of this world.

When I got to work this morning in our command area there were a lot of things going one an plenty for me to do. We got right into it and didn't stop until later on in the afternoon. We were getting a lot of information and a lot of new stuff on what was going on in the war, especially stuff that was going to help us in the war. Every little bit helps. You never know what bit of information is going to come our way that might make a difference or save peoples lives.

I decided to take a break about 4pm, and I cooked up some Curry Rice, with potatoes, real potatoes, peppers, onions, and carrots, that I got from the boys going to Kuwait. It turned out so good, and I was able to feed about 12 people. The pot of rice turned out just perfect too. That was the first time that I had cooked rice in that pot. It was so goood.

Every night about 9pm I go by the other tents and give the boys an update on what is going on with the war, in that I am privy to all the latest intel, on the status of things. So we review what has been going on for the day and discuss what we think is going on. I really enjoy that time we spend together discussing this. Our forces actually reached the outskirts of Baghdad today, crossing the main rivers and heading into Baghdad. We were all very glad about our success so far, although we are still quite apprehensive about what is going on, not sure about where Saddam is or what he is going to do. I still think he has something up his sleeve.

We had a missile alert to day, and a chemical alert, which put us all into MOP 4, meaning that we put all our gear on and all our chemical suite on, totally being covered. It was in the 90's today and we were just dieing in those suites. We were just drenched after being in that for about an hour.

One of our good friends, our first sargent's father died today, so he is living us tomorrow morning at around 7am. We are going to miss him, but I know that he has been struggling with life here and has been depressed at times. I was encouraged to hear that he had learned somethings which he told me when he came by to say goodbye this evening. We have been very close and we have been through a lot together over the years and especially over the last few months. He told me that he has learned that he needs to live his life more deliberately and more authentically. We have been talking about those two things while here. He thought at first that he might feel guilty about going home first like this, but after speaking with him I am sure he is going to be ok. He needs to go home and take care of his family. I was glad that he was analyzing his time spent here to see what he had learned and how he might have been affected in a positive way by being here.

We do have time here to do a lot of self reflecting and looking at our self in a way that brings about positive self improvement. Life takes on a whole new meaning.

I also realize at times that this is not necessarily about us, but more about the Iraqi people. This is about changing their lives for the better. When they finally realize that they are rid of Saddam for good and that he is not going to come after them to kill them, you are going to see some happy people.

Well another good day. Thanks

posted Thursday, 3 April 2003comments

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