Not Out of the Woods Yet

I told Kum to grab the AT-4 (medium anti-tank rocket launcher) and sling it on his back. With the recent spike in violence I wasn't about to start taking chances. My team leaders checked their men and prepped them to step out of the gate. No trucks were coming with us tonight. It had been a while since we moved dismounted through the sector and it was welcome stretch of the legs. The big iron doors squealed open and my men and I made our way out into the street. It was by my account just a familiarization walk as we had officers from the unit relieving us in our formation. We got our spacing and moved silently into the night. Checking roof tops and the sides of the roads through the green hugh of the night vision for any signs of unwanted company or things that go BOOM. We moved silently until a pack of wild dogs that roam the streets of Baghdad decided they wanted everyone to know we were out. In the distance we could hear our sister company's in contact and air weapons teams raining down death in the form of hellfire missiles and 30mm cannon fire. It was a short walk and before we knew it we were back in the comfort (if you can call it that) and safety (I use the term loosely) of our COP. Anticipation for contact was high considering all the shit going, but returning with nothing further to report is also a blessing in its own way. Then again going out and looking for a fight and coming back with out firing a shot is a real let down. I will compare the feeling to "BlueBalls" and saying that a majority of you will know how I feel. Try 14 months of "BlueBalls".
We pulled into the FOB this morning and I got out of the truck and shrugged my gear off. I'm tired, more tired than usual, the last couple of days have been interesting. The heat has picked up a bit and we are sweating a little more than usual. Along with the heat comes the crazies.
I took a look at the guys and I could see the fatigue in their eyes. The last two days have been long and interesting. Right before I got online the incoming alarm went off as I was getting my hair cut. I waited and waited and when I tried to leave they told me I couldn't go out yet. This was after a sufficient amount of time had passed. The FOB Nazi's were holding me hostage afraid that if I go outside into the big FOB of uncertainty that I would get whacked. Where are those guys when I roll out the wire. "Hey no Deuce you can't go its dangerous out in sector." I feel as though I live in a huge oxymoron.
I got online to check out the news to maybe find out a little more about what the hell is going on here. I read an article about how the Green Zone is "Under Seige"............ Wow. That's it, that's all the fucking news that is going on about recent events here. Have all the reporters gone home or they are just holed up in the GZ drinking mocha frappies and shit and a couple of rounds hit in the GZ so suddenly its under seige? I might be speaking out of turn but hey around the whole AO shit has gone a little loopy. If you call getting rocketed a few times Under siege then I don't know what you would call ol'Rocketmiyah? Under-apocalypse??? Just be thankful your not driving around in the IED laden streets of B-dad you fucking Burger King eating fucks. (I apologize for using Burger Kings name in vain) Explosions and gunfire are a constant more so now than it has been within the last month. Apparently some people not so happy with AlSadr are pissed and have been trying to step up. (That's according to the AP). On the roof of the COP you could look out and see smoke from JAM guys lighting tires on fire. Maybe they had just seen Blackhawk down on cable? I'm not understanding why they just couldn't wait till we left to start some shit. Now it feels as everyday that we get closer to leaving the more dangerous it's getting for us. To bad though we won't hole up. JAM has really picked a shitty time to give AlSadr the bird and start fighting on their own. You see, you have a shitload of trigger happy Grunts itching to settle a score, you wanna fight fuckheads????? Good!
Well before the shit started to splatter upon the fan roughly about 3 days ago. We were out into the wee hours of the morning trying to make our little piece of shitty highway safe for all who travel the road. We were up all day and all night and when we got back to the FOB I crashed. I slept hard until about 2pm. I woke up conducted the 3 S's and mozied my happy lil 11B firm buttocks down to the PX. When, hark what do I see? People walking in 2's and in 3's. Under their arms what do they hold? Mops, brooms, and drawers of plastic mold. Oh what is that what could it be? What is their patch, oh I must see. Oh yes it is our relief, its the Ivy of 4th ID.
Boy was I happy they are here, and even last night they went out on a dismounted patrol with us. Later the novelty wore off as I went to the phone booth and it was packed with people that just fucking got here. You can't help but hold a grudge as you go use your creature features around the FOB, mainly internet, and phone and find people that have only been in country a couple days yacking and typing away. Meanwhile we've been away from home for 14 months and out at the COP for the last 9 days, and all you want to do is make a call and here is this doosh that just copulated with his significant other only maybe a couple weeks prior sucking up phone time. I'm not bitter though cuz soon I will be going home!
Like I said with sudden hemorrhoid flare up the days have become longer and are at the most dangerous since we are so close to popping smoke.
I would tell you about our "Assault" into the swimming pool to grab 40 armed men, but uhhhh it was pretty fucking stupid.
DEUCE DEUCE OUT!!!!