Postcards from Tradocia

dog days

As expected, this is the hardest part of the deployment so far: it’s incredibly hot, I’ve watched all the movies and played all the video games that one could ever be expected to, and people are starting to grate on my nerves (well, more than usual, anyway). I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but there are still long months ahead.

It’s not like this place is bad, per se – KBR does air conditioner repair 24 hours a day, the power usually doesn’t go out during the day, and last night I had BBQ ribs, macaroni & cheese, and broccoli for dinner. I’m typing this from my room (all by myself, since my roommate’s on leave), and despite a couple of rocket attacks late last month that killed two people on the camp, it’s still a secure place to be. (How many people were killed in traffic accidents last month in the Twin Cities?)

It’s just that…I’ve been living in the equivalent of a walk-in closet for 15 months (counting our time at Benning and Hood, of course), with the same people (some of whom I could hardly stand from the get-go and after 1.25 years, let’s just say that it’s miraculous everyone still has all assigned limbs attached), wearing the same clothes. Actually, the clothing thing isn’t too bad – not having to worry about what to wear is convenient and the desert combat uniform is an outfit for all occasions. Operating an LOS radio truck? DCU’s! Meeting a senator? DCU’s! Going into battle? DCU’s!

Plus, I hate packing. The idea of packing and recovering our equipment boggles my mind and makes me search for alternatives – maybe I could “accidently” shoot myself in the leg right before we come home so I can skip out on Conex Fest 2005. The amount of logistical work necessary for just our company is astounding – rank upon rank of vehicles, all with equipment to be cleaned, inventoried and packed; countless pounds of ancilliary equipment, like extra uniforms, weapons, spare parts, office supplies, chairs, tools, tables; and everybody’s vast collection of personal gear, which is at a minimum 3 duffel bags, 1 footlocker, and 1 “carry-on” backpack.

It’s sort of a cop-out to write about wanting to go home when you’re in Iraq; it’s sort of a no-brainer. It’s all that’s on my mind lately, though, and since nothing really happens at good ol’ Camp Liberty, there’s not much else to write about anyway.


  1. Desult

    I can only imagine what it’s like living in a walk-in closet for 15 months. However, I do know what it’s like to give up my bedroom and my entire living area for 3 weeks to my twin and her daughter almost every month. But hell, my situation sounds a little more preferable considering it’s family.

    I can kind of relate on the whole uniform thing too. While my sister was here for the last 3 weeks, I had to wear the same shirts 5 day’s a week (I couldn’t get to my laundry…long story). Black PT shirt and black shorts. Easy…no hassle with picking out clothes. I had a choice between the small WSC black t-shirt and the other small WSC black t-shirt. As you can see not a difficult decision.

    Hang in there. You’re in my thoughts.

  2. Spike

    Ugh. Cabin fever. Or camp fever in this case. Hang in there. All of you.

  3. Mom and Dad

    I know how much you hate to pack and move so now i am worried that you will never get your stuff out of my basement. Lola and Bryce know what im talking about. I wish you were here, I miss you and dad misses you. Keep your head down and spirits up. Love, mom

  4. Delobius

    Geez, I haven’t even gotten home and already you’re harping on my stuff!

    Don’t worry, someday it’ll all be gone. I’ll throw away all the crap at G&G’s too. ;p

  5. SGT Thompson

    Hey Delobius,
    Just to be a smart ass I looked around for crash statistics. In May of 2003 (the most recent crash statistics I could locate) there were 59 deaths. Unfortunately, I could only locate that for the whole state.

    Upon a quick glance through the file I noticed only one thing worthwile… Tell The Pontiff that he has his own county in Minnesota.

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