Single Digit Midget

The lovely Sewage Plant
F-Town vacation paradise.
Shit trench this is an old pic they are a bit bigger now.
I'll be offering these as time shares soon.

One thing that hasn't changed that makes me reminisce about the last time I was here, is the smell. It constantly smells like shit here. This fine piece of real estate that we call home is encompassed by shit. There is a land fill directly to the north and to the east is a sewage plant and so depending on the direction of the wind you can catch a good wiff of shit or burning trash or a mixture of both. Last time I was here I remember it always smelling like something was burning. Not only that the dust, the dust is always is in your nose, that fine Iraqi soil. Ahhh the Cradle of Civilization. Right, the Cradle after the kids take their diapers off and smear shit all over themselves and everything they can get their hands on.

It's been awhile now and we are still on this awkward schedule. I might be safe in calling it a graveyard shift, though I don't think anybodies sleep pattern is quite right. I'm so close now to RnR time decided to slow down and the calender decided to stretch out.
The other night was a long one, we started early going out and making huge strides in the Iraqi security plan (enter sarcasm). We then went after a shit head living in a shit strewn nasty neighborhood. Pucker factor was high, it is anytime we roll out now a days. It was dark as hell as we stalked through the trash ridden streets on our way to pluck a filthy terrorist from his home and throw his bitch ass in prison. Maybe if we are lucky he will get ballsy and then we can put an asshole where his forehead is. 2nd Platoon's responsibility on this particular mission is to prevent said bad guys from getting away by cutting off their possible escape routes. We roll up to the block and the main effort turned off, we jumped out out of the trucks and had to run to our position. It was dark, we were wearing night vision, the road was shitty, we were wearing 65lbs worth of equipment and time was of the essence. We hit the ground running our asses off. Have you ever ran down a road that was not well kept and full of sink spots and cracks? No? Have you done it in the dark? No? Oh ya I forgot to mention the IED threat too while running on this particular route. The whole time I'm running I'm not thinking about the lack of oxygen in my lungs nor the pain in my ankles from hitting sink holes, nor the numerous times where I almost fall, I'm thinking "Fuck me!! Don't blow up road!" I'm counting out my pace in my head as we run, D-Roll and Me out in the front. The LT told me 300m and I counted 200m when Setz caught me and says the LT wants you back there. "What the fuck?" I walk back to where he was with my squad and post security.

The day light creeps on us as the main effort scours the objective for the target. I can't even say honestly if we got him or not. Supposedly we were in the same neighborhood as another terd, FRAGO (FRAGO is basically a change or addition to an Operational Order but to keep it simple its a change of mission) and we move down into the slum and start searching for penis head 2. Its cooled off now so the flies are back out in force. In these slums there are holes in the back of the buildings where shit water flows out and into the street and into a shit trench dug down the length of the block. The water is a dirty ass gray, and when the flies land on your face you can't help but think how many bowel movements has that little fucker sucked up prior to landing on your grill piece. It was a no go for Penis Head 2 so we headed back to the trucks and mounted up. Now for the worst part, the drive back to Rusty. You can put me on the ground all day, but no one likes to ride in the trucks. We make it safely back to Rusty, after 12 hours of being on the ground. I woke up tonight at 1900 (thats 7pm for you non military time telling folks). Right now its 130am and a day closer to family and fast food, and fresh air. I'm now what they call a 'single digit midget'. Time left till I go on RnR is in the single digits. Soon I'll be shorter than a midget on his knees.

Till the Next post......
DEUCE DEUCE OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CONGRATS TO ALL MY HOOAH ASS 2ND SQUAD HARDCORE KILLERS THAT GOT PROMOTED
SPC D-ROLL, SPC HARDCORE SARTOR, SPC YOUNG, AND EVEN SPC PICARD THE RETARD.....