Aug 02, 2007 22:15
13 Apr 2003
Went to Al-Nasariya today. Its not exactly paradise. It looks like the lot between two old buildings where a building once stood, except its a whole city. Its broken glass and rubble and trash and people looking like a suzanne somers infomercial. Donkeys and horses pulling Amish carts with wheels that might as well be made of stone.
There was a joy as we approached but in the eyes of a few, those dangerous few there were hard stares (of defeat?) 1SG got himself what a few months ago would have equaled a million dollars of dinar. Hendrix got his son an Iraqi uniform. I got a weapon that wouldn't chamber a round and theres no frustration like that frustration.
I'm tired and beat and no shower today.
Oh yeah, I'm in Iraq.
Thats in the Middle East.
That's 6000 miles from Stacy.
And why does it feel like home?
Things to Remember:
The old do-wop playing as we drove from Al-Nasariyah (R-E-S-P-E-C-T, gimme some loving) and w/ the overcast skies I thought I was in Vietnam or Forrest Gump. Also the steak the night of the war. That T-bone was that good.