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Monday, June 28, 2004

One Soldier's Story: Part 7

I've begun a new project here at Patriotically Incorrect. My cousin (we'll call him John) is an Army Reservist and I would like to support him by serializing his story, mostly in his own words. If you missed the beginning of this story, you can link to it here. Thanks for reading.

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From: PI's Mom
Subject: Fwd: Hello from Kuwait!!!
Date: April 2004
To: Family

Dear All,

Despite our fears that his tour of duty would be extended, it looks like John is returning to the U. S. as scheduled.   I'm forwarding the good news from him.

From: John
Date: April 2004
To: Family
Subject: Hello from Kuwait!!!

Dear friends and family,

Hello from Kuwait! We flew out of Baghdad yesterday courtesy of Royal Australian Air Force. No Foster's on board, but God bless 'em anyway. Now I am eating good, sleeping in a real bed and working on my tan here in Kuwait before I head back to the States. The final convoy from Abu Ghraib to Baghdad Airport looked like a scene out of Apocalype Now, smoldering US fuel trucks, torn up highway, not a soul in the street. I was as nervous as I've ever been in the past year, but we made it safe and sound. Whew!

First and foremost, I want to thank all of you who supported me through this extrememly difficult endeavor. Mostly my mother and step-father, who supported me mentally, spiritually and even physically -- when the Army didn't issue me body armor, they went out and bought me a $660 bulletproof vest! My morale has been high and my morale has been low. There were whole weeks that went by when I couldn't even force a smile. Then I'd get a care package, or a nice letter or email, and I'd perk right up. High morale is a big factor in alertness, and alertness is a big factor in getting home in one piece. Your love and support really got me through this thing. Thank you!!!

Here's a brief synopsis of my tour in Iraq. First, we brought law and order to a city of one million people, [...], and trained and supervised it's entire police force. We raided buildings, served warrants, and like true police officers, visited the many pastry shops of [...]. Next, at Abu Ghraib, my squad of eight soldiers provided convoy security for more than two thousand miles of convoys all over Iraq. Your's truly was the machine gunner in the Humvee turret. The company, 150 soldiers strong, provided more than 100,000 miles of convoy security. I completed tasks as menial as burning human feces in 120 degree summer heat, and tasks as important as commanding a convoy of 60 soldiers, including seven self-important colonels, into downtown Baghdad (that was fun). Then we ran the Abu Ghraib prison. I supervised cell block [...(not cell block 1)], with a staff of [a handful of] under-motivated Iraqi police (mostly criminals themselves, to tell the truth), and [a few hundred] prisoners. The prisoners respected me, and some actually cried when I left, because I respected them (novel concept, George Bush might try it sometime). But I kicked ass and took names when necessary. Abu Ghraib was a favorite target for insurgents, who attacked with mortars at least 50 times during our stay, even hitting the building I was staying in last week (everyone was OK).

I lost 20 pounds in the hot hot summer, gained 30 pounds in the winter, and lost 20 more in preparation for my return home. I lost one girl, and thanks to the Internet, found another (perhaps;-)). While my adrenal gland will need time to recover after a year of unparalleled excitement and danger, I also dealt with levels of monotony I couldn't even have imagined before -- 12-hour guard tower shifts, midnight to 4am at the prison. I became close friends with soldiers in my company and the Iraqis with whom we worked. And I felt the sadness and sinking reality of losing members of my batalion and attending a field memorial service, something that I will never forget.

Iraq is a mess. It is a failure because politicians have been making the decisions from Day One, instead of the military men on the ground. At the prison, the politicians in charge decreed that soldiers weren't even allowed to punish the prisoners. Of course we ignored them and did what we wanted instead. But the new cycle of troops has taken the "hands off" approach the politicians wanted. And Iraq has been plunged into chaos.

I'm thrilled to be going home. Living in these extremely difficult conditions makes me appreciate everything I have in the States. My plans for the summer include working for the Kerry campaign, a trip to Europe, buying a car and a condominium. But mostly just relaxing and enjoying life with my friends and family. I should be in the States in late April and released from duty by May 1. Hope to see you all soon!

Thanks again for all your support!
John


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