mosul, iraq

[whatisleftofme]

i left today. i,m going home for two weeks. but thirty minutes before i was supposed to leave, a huge explosion detonated from a car six hundred meters from my balcony on an offramp as a convoy passed by. i ran and got my weapon and loaded my magazine, standing on my balcony. fortunately, two bad-ass apache's were alost directly overhead as it happened. if anyone knows what an apache looks like, it's not something you don't want to mess with. well, it was a car bomb and it struck two humvees, wounding a few. the medics from my compound were dispatched, brought them to the aid station, and myself and another guy left with them to the hospital, which is at the airfield I was being dropped off at. all that remained of the car as we drove by was a smoldering blackened chassis resting on the ground. it was forty five minutes after the incident that i drove by, watching and hating every motherfucking hadji dancing on the sides, hooting and whistling at the americans investigating the scene. well, tonight i was watching fox news and there it was in front of me, a charred crisp of a blackened smoldering chassis. this week has been miserable. last night we were mortared and attacked with an RPG. The night before that, an RPG struck three feet in front of the front gate. the day before that was th biggest attack yet, and it was during the day! at the far side of the compound, right aove the wall, fucking hadji's launched six rpg's and fired enough from their weapons to make enough smoke to entirely conceal their location. usually they jus hide from around a corner and let loose and are gone within thirty seconds of the attack, always at night. this one lasted for close to two full minutes in the busy middle of the day. one of those rpg's was a anti-tank round that penetratd the thick brick wall of the room i used to sleep in, which is now the chaplain's office. fortunately, no one was injured. but again, they all got away. well, i leave for kuwait tomorrow and should be in nashville hopefully before tuesday. home. with my old lady. safe. running heated water. electricity. and bacardi. :)

i hate this place. every single motherfucker here can die and burn in deepest dark pits of fiery blackest hell.

-what the fuck is left of me?