This Black Hawk touched down last night at the TMC – looked like it was picking up wounded for transport to a bigger medical facility.
The only fireworks I saw last night were a shitload of parachute flares (and a couple of white star clusters) that popped off right at the stroke of midnight. It was actually quite amazing how well-synchronized they were – almost like real fireworks. The Paladins were supposed to fire at midnight too, but they didn’t, unfortunately.
And thus 2005 began in Iraq, flares floating in the eastern sky, my area silent except a few passing trucks and the ever-present buzz of the diesel generator that powered my trusty UHF radio (and laptop). I was alone, except for SGT Giggles, who really doesn’t count, because he has his own aluminum-sided cave to live in.
Happy New Year, denizens of Earth…may 2006 find me in a more hospitable locale.