Incoming!

I was inspired by Big Tobacco on this post as I was from the Blogosphere Awards post. He is battling insomnia. I remember those days. During the summer of 07 at the COP it was so hot and we were understaffed and we were doing 7-8 days out and 2 (if we were lucky) in. We would roll from the FOB in the morning and begin conducting patrols. The SWEAT assessments, or clearing if you will. House to house to house to house. Upstairs and downstairs, "Oh hey lets stop at the 4 story apartment building". 130 degree days clearing for 12 hours, climbing at least over 500 stairs. Come in eat take a nap only to be woken up by the LT. "You gotta come down and get the mission brief." Go down get the brief. Raid at 0'dark thirty. Bed down for an hour wake up conduct Pre, combat, checks (PCC's). Prep for mission back brief, stage and roll. Make it on to the objective conduct raid, fuck around for a couple of hours if we couldn't find who we were looking for then roll back to the FOB. "Bed your guys down for an hour, then wake up and assume COP security.
COP security with minimal staff involved 3 on 3 off guard schedule on the roof in the baking sun. Unable to remove our ACU tops. 3 on 3 off for the next 48 hours until we go back into patrols. On your 3 hours off you try to go back down into the warehouse to sleep. You can't though because the generator or the AC is broken and its like an oven in your area. You pass out from shear exhaustion to be awaken by the off going to come relieve him, a puddle of sweat lay beneath your COT.
Even when we moved back to the FOB it was hard to sleep. We begin chasing HVT's and many nights we would be on stand-by to 0'dark thirty in the morning only to stand down, and do it again the next night, a little sleep during the day depending on what kind of asinine detail came our way, or if hajj wasn't launching rockets at us. Sometimes we would be on stand-by all night and then have to be up in the morning to escort someone to a meeting or go play happy fun town.
Right before we left they really started to rocket the shit out of us. This is why we called it Rocketmiyah. I mentioned my good friend Tom the rocket magnet. I used to stay awake all night at the MWR just to be in a hardened building verse being in my trailer.
I found this video when I searched Rusty on youtube. This day sucked, I didn't film this I myself was in a bunker on the other side of the FOB. We were pissed off sitting in there baking with nothing that we could do about that shit. We were so pissed, then finally the Gunships and a Brad bore down on the dump truck parked outside of our FOB with its make shift rocket launchers in the back. A hill billy MLRS (Multiple Launch Rocket System) if you will.
Enjoy DEUCE DEUCE OUT!!!!