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Feb 01, 2004 18:31

the smell of burning wood and of singed flesh rolling throught our the base, and no one can be found can mean only one thing here in iraq. it is bbq night at the chow hall (i am quickly smacked my a chief and told to call it a dinning facility)
Ahh hell ya... we now have good food.... it is a shame it took 3 months to bild the damn thing and i will only have 30 more lunches there before i leave. but why the hell am i complaining, i am going to leave this place. FUCK YA!!!!

well not much to report, and not much that i can report on. I am alive and being my rat self.

well i have to run the food in the air is calling.

Du.
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