Tuesday, July 26, 2005


I haven’t posted anything in the last month or so for many reasons, not the least of which is the fact that we’ve been busy moving. We, meaning my Battalion, have moved from the somewhat friendly confines of Baquba to the “restive” city of Ramadi. Restive is the term I most often see in the news describing this beautiful place. What the hell does restive mean anyway? Actually, I know what it means, but I just don’t think the term accurately describes this place. I looked it up in a thesaurus, curious as to what other words are synonymous with it. I found edgy, fidgety, high-strung, jittery, jumpy, nervous, nervy, overstrung, uneasy, uptight, in suspense, wound up, and aroused. Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve been here for two weeks and haven’t found anything remotely arousing about Ramadi. I think shitty would be a more appropriate description of this city, since it’s probably the biggest shit hole in Iraq, maybe in all the known universe. “Two high profile targets were captured today in the shitty city of Ramadi.....” That just sounds better than restive. Oh and what a paradise it is, this bastion of civility. Now I know why so many terrorists seem to want to reside here. It offers them an earthly version of the paradise they think awaits them once they blow themselves up. I can’t vouch for the number of virgins they have available to them here, but even in the heart of this rather populous city I still see quite a few goats roaming the streets, so I’m guessing they act the part of the earthly virgins.

Anyway, I’m getting off subject here. Back to why I haven’t posted anything in so long. Some people, and they know who they are, know exactly why I haven’t written anything lately. The main reason was opsec. Operational security, especially when an entire unit is preparing to move, is paramount. We first started hearing rumors of our impending fate with paradise about a month ago. So I couldn’t talk about moving here, nor would I want to, although I have a feeling people knew anyway. It’s hard to hide things from the interpreters, and if the terps know, then everyone in Iraq probably knew. The other reason is that my mind was already here in Ramadi from the time the rumors started spreading like a communicable disease. When your mind is in one place, and you can’t talk about that place, it’s kind of hard to come up with anything interesting to talk about, not that anything I talk about is interesting, but you get my point. As I’ve mentioned before, things in Baquba were getting boring, making it even harder to come up with anything worthwhile to write about. I could only write about the monotony of Baquba so many times before I put myself to sleep. There was also the little problem of time. We’ve been so busy preparing to move and actually moving that I’ve had little time to do anything else. You’d be amazed, or maybe not, at how hard it is to move a battalion to a place like Ramadi. The security situation here isn’t as bad as the news makes it out to be, but it’s still not really a place you should plan to take your family on vacation anytime soon, which makes moving a battalion size element and all its equipment even more difficult.

So that’s what I’ve been up to. I felt bad when I got emails from some very nice people who were worried about my well being. Don’t worry, I’m doing fine amidst the beautiful chaos that is Ramadi. Don’t let my sarcasm fool you. I am excited to be here, even if we are living in what can only be described as a shit hole. My wife wouldn’t want me to use that term, but I think she understands the point I’m trying to get across. The security situation isn’t what we bitch about here, it’s the living conditions, and I’ll get to that later. As far as the security situation goes, meaning the amount of paradise seekers/goat lovers in this city, there seem to be plenty of them, certainly a lot more than in our previous locale. I felt a little of that old familiar anxiety creeping in when I first heard we were coming here. I don’t know what you’d call it, anxiety, anxiousness, maybe even a little fear, whatever it is you feel when you know the shit can hit the fan in an instant, that nothing is guaranteed. I think a lot of these guys would say the same thing if they were honest with themselves, especially after all the horror stories we’d heard and read about. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, since it makes you become more focused, less complacent, and more alert to the surroundings. Once your outside the gates it’s a different story. That feeling of anxiousness is replaced by a feeling of peaceful contentment that comes from knowing your buddies are there with you. That’s one of the few cool things about the army, the camaraderie and trust that develops between a group of guys that care about each other and who are putting up with all the same crap that comes from being away from home and in a shit hole like Ramadi. It also helps that I believe that God is ultimately in control of everything, even what goes on in this chaotic hell of a paradise, and that whatever happens, happens for a reason.

In some demented way that anxiety is also what made me want to come here and out of the comfort zone that was Baquba. That boredom and comfort was nice because it came with the security of knowing you’re in a relatively safe place, which in turn pretty much guarantees a safe return home, something that all of us want in the end. When all is said and done, all we really want to do is go home to our wives, children, family, friends, and all the good things we take for granted in the land of the USA. But I didn’t sign up for this gig and get stop-lossed for over a year past my enlistment to be bored and comfortable, rotting away for another six months trying to retain a little sanity in the mountain of bullshit that was Baquba. We have purpose now. It’s good to have a purpose, a mission. As far as I’m concerned the mission in Baquba has pretty much been accomplished, something that you’ll rarely hear about in the news. Not that there isn’t still work to be done there, but it’s just not the kind of work I signed up for.

There is plenty of work to be done here though. There are full blown cut your head off terrorists running around this place, which is why I was looking forward to coming here. I can’t explain why, it’s just the way it is. I like to think we’re kind of on the front lines again, with the enemy right around the corner. Some people like to argue that we’ve brought terrorism to this country simply by our presence here. I hope so. Where would you rather terrorists be, roaming the streets of Ramadi or roaming the streets of main street USA? The difference is that we have lots of big guns and people that enjoy using them, especially if they’re really pissed off about eating the crap they serve us here, being served portions that would leave a small bird hungry, living on top of each other, having to burn our shit, or pissing in a tube stuck in the ground that takes a certain amount of talent and precision to actually make it in the tube.

There’s no better motivation for wanting to go out and get some bad guys like the sweet barbecue like smell of burning shit and diesel wafting across our camp. You think that’s bad, just imagine what those tubes look like. Not everyone is a good shot, especially when it’s dark and you can’t see where you’re aiming. It doesn’t help to know that there are people living in luxury at places like LSA Anaconda, in Balad and Camp Cooke, in Taji. If you know anyone living in either of those places, you certainly shouldn’t worry about their living conditions. We stopped through both of them when we escorted trucks back and forth between here and Baquba. There we were, uniforms all dirty and wet from sweat, smelling like exhaust among other things, walking into the dining halls of Anaconda and Cooke, and getting stares from all the soldiers and civilians as if we were crashing their nice little party. Both dining halls looked like five star restaurants, complete with made to order meals, ice cream bars, and basically every kind of food or drink product you can think of. One night when we were stuck at Anaconda they were serving prime rib. I had to remind myself I was in Iraq. Maybe it was because I hadn’t eaten anything decent in a while, but that prime rib was one of the best meals I’d ever eaten. Most of the other guys said the same. Our dining hall, if that’s what you want to call it, resembles an abandoned building unfit for the homeless. There is no air conditioner to be found. I have no doubt that we burn more calories through the process of eating than the amount of calories we are consuming with what little we have to eat. It’s so hot in there that sweat drips off the foreheads of the guys serving us. There is a little ventilation provided by two holes in the roof from a couple of mortar rounds that some asshole must have thought would make for some interesting dinner conversation. One evening they ran out of plates and utensils. Some guys just ate their meal out of cups, squeezing mash potatoes into their mouth. I ate off a plate someone had already used and found a spoon sitting on a table with some traces of food still on it. There are no refrigerators full of every drink imaginable. There are a couple of freezers in there that are usually empty. It’s like winning the lottery if you open one up to find a hot gatorade. We can’t even get any stale loaves of bread with our dinner chow, nor have we had any fruit since we got here. Ray said he was going to get someone to send him some seeds so we could start a garden to grow our own fruit and vegetables. We ought to get some of our own livestock as well, so we can eat something other than the fetid fish they like to serve us every other day. I swear they must’ve found an abandoned container in the middle of the desert full of fish whose shelf life is about to exceed the six year mark.

Anaconda has a multimillion dollar MWR building with all kinds of entertainment. One big room is full of 30 inch plasma tv’s where you can check out and play video games. They have plasma tv’s, video games, volleyball leagues, pools, libraries, fast food restaurants, coffee shops, flushable toilets, nice showers, movie theaters, beauty salons, and a PX. We have barrels of burning shit and piss tubes but no bread, go figure. The most pressing concern most of the guys(and girls) there will face during their entire deployment is whether they should go see a movie or attend salsa night. Salsa night, God help us. They actually had fliers posted all around advertising salsa night. I wondered if they may have had some actual salsa at salsa night that I could steal to put on our bland food here. It might go well with the green eggs we’re served for breakfast. It’s funny how the army tries to discourage, actually prohibit sex over here and yet they seem to make every effort to get the opposite sexes together. The PX does their part too, selling condoms and lingerie in close proximity to one another. This is the kind of lingerie that a hooker in Vegas wouldn’t be caught dead in.

Some of us made the trip over here riding in Bradleys which were riding on big army trucks, poking our heads out of the turret to watch for any bad guys. I spent the first night here in a room with about fifteen other people, our cot’s inches from each other. I got a cot in the back corner next to a guy that talks incessantly about nothing and who seemed to enjoy rubbing his fingers in between his toes. He later ate an MRE with the same hands. I’m not sure which smell was worse, the smell of his feet, or the nausea inducing smell of a warm MRE. You have to just laugh about the whole thing. I laid down and realized that I had more company next to me in the form of pictures cut out of magazines and taped on the tile walls. One was of Pamela Anderson in her underwear and boots. Another was of a girl in her underwear scrubbing a floor with a sponge. Thank goodness she thought to put on some rubber gloves before doing her chores. There was also a picture of a snow boarder flying through the air. I couldn’t help thinking that maybe he’d caught that much air after launching himself off of one of Pamela’s silicone filled breasts. Hopefully he won’t land on the sudsy floor surrounding the cleaning girl. These and other pictures were the handiwork or “art” left behind by the unit we replaced. The room next door, the one that is now my home for the next six months, is adorned with like pictures on one entire wall and half of another. All of these images are courtesy of SI swimsuit issue, Maxim, FHM, Stuff, and other enlightening reading material. Our room, where nine of us now live, has white tile going up half way to the ceiling. We have no idea if this room used to be some sort of shower or garage. The tiles did help in determining how much real estate we could declare as our sovereign space. The four of us on my side of the room were fortunate to have twelve tiles of space. The other side, where five guys are sleeping, had slightly less. My existence is now measured in tiles.

I was here for two days before going on another convoy mission, this time to escort empty trucks back to Baquba to pick up more equipment to be brought here. It was actually kind of fun, except that we always had to travel at night. Those civilian truckers aren’t real keen on traveling around the Baghdad area during the day, so I didn’t get to see much other than the lights of the big city. We also passed by Abu Graib prison, where prisoners live better than we do. The buildings, from what I could see, were far nicer than the ones we’re staying in. At night, when you traveling down a highway not much different from any interstate back home, driving through the outskirts of a big city like Baghdad, you feel like your back home and that the city of lights is just any other city dotting the American landscape. But then I’d smell something burning, see the big blue dome of a mosque, guardrails destroyed by IED’s, tanks rumbling down the road, or piles of automobile wreckage and know that this was no ordinary city back in America.

We actually drove through an area I recognized from my last little trip to Baghdad, the one that originated back in March of 2003. There’s an area of intertwining overpasses that I distinctly remembered sitting under for a couple of hours before the end of the war. We’d been fighting in and around this area of Baghdad and paused there to reorganize. I can remember shaving there for the first time in about a week. All of our Bradleys were parked there, well not all, because one platoon was still out fighting, and one of their Brads got hit by an RPG and rolled up a little later. There was also some fighting while we were in the position, a couple of Bradleys unloading on some enemy dismounts that foolishly tried to get close. Not far from there, on another overpass, I watched Sgt. B’s Brad get hit by an RPG. I also recognized a huge mosque about a mile away and a few other buildings. I felt like a tourist of my own past, traveling back in time to a war zone, except for the war in our case was still going on and we were once again active participants.

This convoy mission, which was supposed to last two days, stretched into four, with us stopping at different U.S. bases along the way. We’d arrive in the early dawn hours and have to wait around all day for the cover of night to continue our travels. Our 3rd ID patches stood out in those bases that were on this side of Baghdad. People would stop to ask us what unit we were in and became concerned when we told them. “Where are you going?”, they would ask. “Combat outpost,” we would reply. At this point they would almost become visually shaken. They’d get this grave look on their face and tell us how sorry they were. “I’m so sorry, if there is anything, and I mean anything you need, just let us know.” As if anything they could give us would have made us feel better after having to listen to their depressing comments. A few guys, upon hearing of our destination and unable to mince words, just came right out and told us we were fucked. And a good day to you too. We’d just look at each other and laugh, making fun of the pricks without them even knowing it. We could have used it as our ticket to do anything we wanted and probably should have. “Hey soldier, why are you stealing all those supplies?” “Well First Sergeant, we’re going to Combat Outpost.” “Damn son, that sucks, you need anything else?” “You got any bread?”


Blogger Billy said...

I'm glad to know you are handling those horrid circumstances as well as you are. Thank you. Wish you were here.

10:05 AM  
Anonymous Mary Ann said...

Glad to see you posting again Michael. Ditto billy...take care.

10:10 AM  
Blogger April M. Shah said...

I am sorry to hear that things are sucking right now. You are handling them as best you can. I don't know what i would do if i was in your situation. Just to let you know, my mom and I are getting ready to ship another round of food and stuff over to my sister, if you email me your new address I will make sure to email you a package or two full of good food and some fruit roll-up's and nutra grain bars. Just email me and let me know what all you need and i will make sure you get it! Just keep your chin up and know that i am praying for you! Stay safe!

10:12 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good soldier,
It is a relief to hear from you.
Could you be the Ernie Pyle of your
Victor from Gilroy

11:03 AM  
Blogger M&Co. said...

I'm glad to see you are well.

11:07 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey soldier, you and your guys are doing a great job. I am thankful for you. I pray everyday for your protection and strength. God is good to give us men like you to keep us free in our great country. Thank you. I know your family is so proud of you. I know your wife and little boy are waiting patiently for your safe return. Do not lose heart. Trust in the Lord. No good thing does He withhold from those who walk uprightly.

12:00 PM  
Blogger Kat said...

{{{{{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}}}}}}} i'm SO GLAD to hear that you are ok... I was really getting worried! {{{more hugs}}}

Hang in there. You are in our prayers...and THANK YOU for all you do.

12:57 PM  
Anonymous A Mom in America said...

God bless you Michael! You wouldn't believe the letters I have from my husband talking about being on "burning duty". Not fun. None of it is, but it is important. And while you're out and about, if you happen to see any of these guys involved with the diplomats or blatant murder of anyone they feel like knocking off today, tell them I said "Hi" as only an Army guy can!!! I wish there was a way that we could get stuff to you!!! I'm going to have to think on this one.... Pass any ideas you have on it my way. God bless!!! A Mom in America

PS, I'm much releived to see you posting!!!

1:32 PM  
Anonymous TODD said...

Michael, Glad to see your posting again. I understand the opsec issues. 6 months in Ramadi huh? Just remenber that there are people here in the US that pray for you daily. We appreciate the sacrifices that you and others like you have made. Stay safe and keep your head down TROOP!

2:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Mike! I know that feling your talking about! I was there in 2003. A real mix of emotions, excitment, anticpation, a little fear to temper it all. If you can post an address and some ideas of what you guys could use. As Mom said my letters home sound about the same. The real difference is that I was burning the shit barrles as an E-6! Talk about short on troops!

God bless!

2:02 PM  
Blogger momsgoneloony said...

I am so glad you are okay..I was one of the nosy people concerned for your safety...GodSpeed!

2:12 PM  
Anonymous Xamama said...


I was wondering where you'd gone to - glad to read your new post. I just wish I could send you guys an air conditioner, ice maker, etc.

You are in my prayers -

2:47 PM  
Blogger Subsunk said...


Keep on pushing, son. About the time you guys leave, maybe Ramadi won't be a shithole. Or at least it might be a more peaceful shithole.

You guys obviously know how to handle yourselves. I don't pity you. I pity the poor idiots working against you. They need some serious attitude adjustment, and I think you are just the folks to give it to them.

We're praying for all of you. Be careful, work hard, play safe, and press on -- to Victory.


3:23 PM  
Anonymous A Mom in America said...

Hey Kid, Check your email. A Mom in America

5:17 PM  
Blogger ~K said...

Michael, I am so glad to see a post. I have been worried. You are the first milblog I read, a little sentimental about you.
I am praying for you,can't wait for these 6 months to get over.
Oh and I do have someone at Anaconda. Always new he was pampered. :p
Guess I should send you his box.;)
If you did post a addy or get me one by e-mail I am sure you and your buddies would get lots of stuff. Let me know ~K

5:37 PM  
Anonymous Bob Perrow said...

Michael, I'm glad to see that you are ok and back to posting again. I read a bunch of Iraq blogs because it's only a matter of time until my son gets there too.

Keep your head down and your powder dry, buddy. God keep you!

8:29 PM  
Anonymous MarineMom said...

Michael! So glad you're okay. Missed hearing from you. I hate that some have it so good there while the rest barely have a roof over their heads.

Anyway, thanks for the laughs and all your hard work. God keep you safe.

12:35 AM  
Blogger Krystal said...

Hang in there, the shit will end one day not so far off. I did the OIF I tour and my boyfriend did the OIF II tour. You will come home, just keep your head in the game and focus. I kept a blog during my whole year over there as well and it helped me vent. I just found yours but I'm looking forward to reading about your adventures!

1LT Krystal Loverin

2:46 AM  
Blogger AFSister said...

Glad to see you're going ok, even if you are living in a "shit hole". It seems like you're excited be back in an active area again, ready to take down some baddies.

Be safe, Michael... and again, I'm SO glad you're posting again!

11:13 AM  
Anonymous membrain said...

Wow. I'm really glad to see that you're safe and back posting. Kick some ass, son. We're thinking and praying for you. Godspeed.

5:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was at LSA Anaconda for a year.
It was hell. One night I had to make a tough decision. Should I go with the Steak and Lobster, or the Steak and Shrimp?
The curried shrimp won out.
I feel for you people- except the people at Victory (assuming that's still the same name), Taji, or even worse yet- the people in Kuwait. I know we had it easy over there. Wherever you are -somebody has it worse, and somebody has it better. I didn't choose to go to Anaconda, but for being chosen, I am eternally grateful. If I go back I pray I go back to Anaconda. Yes- I did leave the wire- went on over 200 Combat Logistic Patrols (NAPA parts runners) IED's don't discriminate who they blow up.

6:46 PM  
Blogger devildog6771 said...

Wow Mike, so sorry you got sent to a shit hole. The space crew found some more foam missing. They feel sure they will get back ok. But the space proigram is "scrubbed" until they get something new and better designed.

I was one of those who emailed you. I couldn't help myself. I was worried about you. I was very greatful for your response. If I can send you anything, email me a list and I'll do what I can. I kniw it ain't great but what about canned meats like Spam, turkey, etc., would that be ok or would it get damaged and also be a case of from bad to worse? I know from JP over at The National Guard Experience, ya'll sometimes get too much of some things and not ebough of others. So he just made a list and put it on his blog. I'm sure you heard about the "beef jerky" war,lol. It was a riot.

Anyway I digress. Pool your buddies, then make a list. Yhat way we can send ya'll somethiung you can use. Lol, hope you like jerky? Ha! Ha!

Seriously., make a list, put it on your blog, that way we can get you what you need most, ok?

I'll close with boy am I glad you and your people are ok. I agree with the earlier post, I feel sorry for those terrrorists a$$holes! I don't like violence and I'm not usually vendictive. But, these guys kill their own people too, even children. They deserve what they get.

By the way, I guess you won't be wanting any soccor balls right away, huh? :-)

8:12 PM  
Anonymous Scott said...

Glad to see you are safe and back posting agian Michael.

Best of luck to you and your comrades for the remainder of your deployment.

9:35 PM  
Blogger Monkey said...

awesome to see you posting again...

kudos to you, again...

wish you were here...


10:12 PM  
Blogger addict said...

I just wanted you to know that I read you faithfully and I am really glad that you keep a blog...
I hope it keeps you sane as it give your readers perspective...
Please take good care and know that a small piece of each of us are there with you :)

10:29 PM  
Blogger Howarde said...

Hot as Hell then too: we went their twice, '43 and '44. But what amused me was a saying of the G.I.s who were stationed there, as Khorramsharh was on the Shat-al-Arab River: "The Shat-al-Arab is the asshole of the world, and Khorramsharh is 30 miles up it."

It doesn't sound as if anything in that area has changed very much. Take care. That's a good post.

9:49 PM  
Anonymous Diana said...

hey Micheal

I first read about the milblogs in an article in WIRED magazine and im curious to read what many of you soilders write about, i total support the military job and as a former military child i have an idea what war could do to a person, all those guys are in my thoughts. take care, when you can keep up with those blogs.

9:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was worried about you too, in fact, sent a message to SSG Kiel to see if he knew anything about you. Pls post your address and we'll get some stuff sent your way. Thanks for doing what you're doing. You're in our thoughts and prayers. Vicki

4:40 AM  
Blogger ALa said...

It's about damn time! Just kidding. It's great to get an update and too cool that the first time that you post again is on my birthday! My favorite milblogger and my favorite day...LOL
I missed you!

10:09 AM  
Blogger Pebble said...

Long time no see... You have certainly got us all up to date!
I used to live in a little town on an Island in Alaska, called "Sitka"
Us locals called it "Shitka"

3:28 PM  
Blogger Edward said...

Hi Michael,

Tubes? Tubes? We don't need no stinkin' tubes!

So good to see your blog active again. You have a wonderful way of expressing what every soldier must feel.

Looking forward to your turning the new locale into another boring, nuthin-to-see-here place.

You have my respect and prayers.

7:58 PM  
Anonymous Wild Thing said...

It is so great to see you writing again. You are missed when not here.Funny how people that have never met and probably never will, feel so close to those they pray for and are in full support of what you are doing.I know that is how I feel and it means so much to know you are OK and the way you write is awesome. It makes a person feel they are right there with you.
You all are America's true Heroes and the respect for you is not only from myself but everyone I know. All my friends and family thank you with all our hearts for what you are doing.

11:42 PM  
Anonymous GWTPN said...

Nice to see you back stranger! we've missed you.

3:09 AM  
Blogger Ellen said...

They sell Lingerie at the PX? Oh my! Why?? Is it supposed to maybe be pajamas for hot weather?

10:15 AM  
Blogger Shar said...

As so many others have said so well, I'm glad you're okay, and that the move went alright. Sucks that you found your home in some place straight out of a Mad Max movie though. Maybe things will get better. What about movies? Do you need any new ones? Or anything else that you could use to improve your living space? (all 12 tiles of it) Anyway, just let any of us know and I'm sure it will be on the way as soon as possible. Take care.

1:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

mike sounds like your doing okay as you can given where you are i wrote home alot when i could too. not on a laptop but the back of a c-rat bx. keep looking over your shoulder till you can come up for air don't trust the locals at all they will shit on you

2:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Glad to see you posting again - you were missed! I know what you mean about Anaconda - my son gets to go there approx. once every 2 months for a 24 hr R&R and he is amazed at the living cond. compared to the school his unit has been staying in for the past 6 months - they actually had the showers working for 2 weeks out of the past 6 months. Stay safe ...mom of another 3rdID soldier

2:51 AM  
Anonymous Steve said...


That was a great write up. I was laughing my ass off. I hope you guys get a few more vacations at cooke and anaconda. You be safe.

10:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I say a prayer for you guys over there every night,
Keep on posting It is good to hear the truth rather than the sugar coated news version

1:40 PM  
Blogger Guyana-Gyal said...

This is only the 2nd post of yours that I've read, I don't know you, but I detect humour all over this post.

This sho is a long, round-about way to ask for veggies, fruits 'n' bread :-)

Stay safe.

5:58 PM  
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Hello, your stuff is very interesting and very sad too, you know it takes me a long time to read your stuff but i will do a little by little, because my english i not that good because i'm Cambodain and i have just came to the us just a year and half, anyways take care of yourself.

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9:45 PM  

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