Sunday, November 14, 2004
Happy Ramadan!
This is the refrain whenever a mortar, rocket, or IED is big enough/close enough to shake the doors and windows. Thankfully, Ramadan is now over and the feast is at hand. For the last month, we weren’t supposed to eat, drink, smoke, or swear in front of the Iraqis. One Soldier said, “I don’t care. It ain’t my ****ing holiday!” I can’t really argue with that.
Mortar attacks are like strikes of lightning to most of us. We hear them, they land, and cause damage somewhere, but you don’t know exactly where unless you are close. The mortars don’t really bother us here, since our barracks are made of brick and concrete. We’d have to receive a direct hit to get hurt. Our barrack in Falluja was a two story building made mostly of steel beams and sheet metal. This wasn’t too bad except we were on the part of the base that was blacked out at night because it was in the view of the insurgents.
When the mortars would come in, our platoon sergeant would wake us up to put our body armor and helmets on, which was sleeping like a turtle. Our platoon was on the bottom floor, and were pretty well protected since there were Hesco brand bastions surrounding most of the building. They are about five feet high so if you are laying or sitting down, or you are short and standing up, chances are good you won’t be hit by shrapnel. The guys on the second floor – well if one landed on the roof, it would be really bad.
Hesco is giving away a Harley Davidson and I-Pods as prizes in a photo contest.
This is the refrain whenever a mortar, rocket, or IED is big enough/close enough to shake the doors and windows. Thankfully, Ramadan is now over and the feast is at hand. For the last month, we weren’t supposed to eat, drink, smoke, or swear in front of the Iraqis. One Soldier said, “I don’t care. It ain’t my ****ing holiday!” I can’t really argue with that.
Mortar attacks are like strikes of lightning to most of us. We hear them, they land, and cause damage somewhere, but you don’t know exactly where unless you are close. The mortars don’t really bother us here, since our barracks are made of brick and concrete. We’d have to receive a direct hit to get hurt. Our barrack in Falluja was a two story building made mostly of steel beams and sheet metal. This wasn’t too bad except we were on the part of the base that was blacked out at night because it was in the view of the insurgents.
When the mortars would come in, our platoon sergeant would wake us up to put our body armor and helmets on, which was sleeping like a turtle. Our platoon was on the bottom floor, and were pretty well protected since there were Hesco brand bastions surrounding most of the building. They are about five feet high so if you are laying or sitting down, or you are short and standing up, chances are good you won’t be hit by shrapnel. The guys on the second floor – well if one landed on the roof, it would be really bad.
Hesco is giving away a Harley Davidson and I-Pods as prizes in a photo contest.
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