The hand of Allah

Another "a few nights ago" story.
I was minding my own business outside the compound, enjoying the clear Iraqi night, when from afar I hear a loud explosion.
The radio reports that there was a loud explosion coming from about 3 km away. I went back inside and asked the Iraqi Police Officer to send a patrol to check it out. At the same time one of our patrols is heading to the same location to back up the IP if needed. As soon as the IP gets to where the blast took place, they report that an IED exploded and that there is a body on the road. I report to my higher ups what the IP is sending through their channels. A few minutes later the US patrol gets there and sends his report that unless the individual was about 300 pounds, there is more than one body on the road.
After a little investigation this is what happened:
Three terrorist pigs were out at night in a van loaded with IEDs. The three terrorist pigs parked their van close to the road and started to unload their cargo, they had the hole ready and on the way to the hole with the cargo, BOOM!!!!!!! no more terrorist pigs laying down IEDs for that night. A happy night for the people of Iraq.
A few days later I get a report from another town up north; a wounded terrorist pig is at the hospital, as soon he is released from the hospital he is going to jail. The follow up report comes in saying that the terrorist (stupid) pig placed an IED on the road, walked 20 meters away and did a functions check on the device (to see if it would work). The terrorist pig did a good job emplacing the IED because it worked. He lost an arm and a leg and he will be in jail for a million years.
We get two or three reports like that a week, it is always a time to celebrated when one or two or three terrorist pigs blow themselves up trying to harm their own people.

But now and then, those sons of whores, get lucky and hit their target. That is the reason I don't fell sorry when they get blown up to tiny bits and become dog and cat chow (literally).

One Iraqi at the time

A few days ago (it is always a few days ago), one of our units conducted combat operations in a town north east of Baghdad. In one of the raids, a soldier found a family hiding something. As the soldier went searching for what it was the family became agitated and it was noticed by the Platoon Sergeant and then after all the fuzz, they found a little girl of about 5 years old, under a blanket with burnt marks all over her body. Later was discovered that it was a fire inside the house and the little girl was just lucky to be alive. There is something VERY, VERY strange that happens to a soldier when you hear the screams of "Medic, Medic." Everything becomes a target, including YOU, you are alert and your heart beats a million miles a minute. The Medic, a 19 year old soldier that has seen more war that most countries see in a life time, rushed to the location were the screams were coming from. He found what the family was hiding. The little girl had scars and infections and everything that comes with that type of injuries, and if you add the primitive conditions of some towns in rural Iraq, you get the picture.
The Medic, called for the doctor, the doctor did what he could and left some medicine and bandages for the little girl. He explained that she will need more care and needed to be taken to a hospital.
The Operation was over and the soldiers went back to the FOBs (Forward Operating Base). Next day, the doctor took a smaller patrol and went back to the village to check if the little girl was responding to the medicine and to see if there was any change on her condition.
That same day, one national that works with us was trying to catch a cab to the city and saw that the convoy of Americans were going to the same location as of yesterday. After returning from work he went to a coffee shop where the topic of the day was that the Americans had either taken the little girl or they had been here for more that 6 hours working on her.
NEXT DAY our Iraqi worker was waiting for a cab to the city and saw a patrol of Americans going to the same location of the last two days. And again, that evening at the coffee shop the topic was the risk the Americans were taking for JUST ONE OF THEM.

I AM SERVING WITH THE BEST OUR COUNTRY HAS EVER GIVEN.

Memories

The place where we are offers great things that soldiers in other wars never even dreamed of having. ELECTRICITY AND SHOWERS. We have three toilets but only two work. Things here are not as bad as they could be. With electricity we have lights at night, we have computers and TVs and the ever great invention of the Internet. With running water we have the opportunity to take a shower every third or fourth day. We have one hot meal a day, sometimes two, but with all the stuff that we receive from home we are never without good food.
The bad thing about this place is that we are a big freaking target that gets hit about two times a week. Other than that, this place is not that bad.
From this place we run escort missions, patrols, Quick Reaction, food runs, and anything else that needs to be done. There is no way to describe the pride I feel for the soldiers that run those missions. Some of them have never been in a war before, others are on their second or third tour here. After each mission outside the wire the soldiers come back here with all their weapons, ammo, radios, food, water, etc. They go straight to eat, drink Gatorade, get on their computers and IM home telling their families that NOTHING is happening here and they shouldn't worry.
Our patrols have been hit by many IEDs, mortars and small arms fire, never the less, they go outside the wire every day to accomplish the mission. These soldiers are always ready for a fight, ready to assist the Iraqi Police and Iraqi Army, ready to help a wounded civilian, ready to help Iraq help itself.
A couple days ago, after a very intense mission, the soldiers came in, did their weapons cleaning and equipment maintenance, ate, drank Gatorade and after all was done, I was invited to watch a movie with them.
We watched "Nip/Tuck" and for the next few hours we forgot where we were, for the next few hours we felt that we were in a friend's house just hanging out and watching TV. For two hours we forgot that the roads of Iraq can kill us.
I am honored to serve among these brave troops.

Thank you for your comments of support, I tell the soldiers everyday that what we do here is not just for the benefit of the Iraqi people but for the benefit of all in this world.

zarqawi

Can you tell that I hate this son of a whore.

"If zarqawi invaded hell I would make at least a favorable reference about the devil in my prayers."

Something like that was said about another son of a whore.

Still here in Iraq and in one piece counting the days and the hours.
I ask this question again; is zarqawi jewish?
can anyone out there tell me?

Cops in Iraq

Last week we received a call from the Iraqi Police (IP) that one of their check points was being attacked by small arms fire. I asked if the Iraqi police needed help, but the IP officer said that they had it under control. We could hear the firefight from afar and we were waiting for the "Go" so we could get there and help the locals. We are soldiers and the sound of gunfire saturates our blood with adrenaline and we want to go out there and send those pigs to the hell they came from. This time the IP was in the right place and at the right time and went after those pigs, chasing them for about 3 or 4 kilometers. The IP arrested the pigs and took them to jail where more city policemen were waiting for them. You have to remember that the favorite targets of the pigs are innocent civilians, so there is NO love lost between the police and the pigs. According to Iraqi law those pigs will be in jail for about a million years. By the way ..... I thank God for that beautiful thing we called the "Bill of Rights."
Do you know why the pigs hardly ever attack the Iraqi Army? Because the Iraqi Army shoots back. So yes, the terrorist pigs are cowards that love killing women and children with suicide bombers and IEDs.

Yesterday, an Iraqi friend told me that an Iraqi woman, in tears, wanted to give her child to an American. By Iraqi law we can not adopt any child. But if I could place that kid iside my shirt and take him home....... Like everywhere in the world, Iraq has an upper class, working class and the poor. The poor is the pool where the construction workers come from, because if they don't work their families don't eat. Do you remember the pig that blew himself up in Baghdad killing laborers looking for work? That is the reason these terrorist pigs should be eliminated from the face of the earth. Their families should be eliminated lest run the risk of contamination to human beings. Somebody should just eliminate the whole zarqawi family, everybody related by blood to that no testicles having son of a whore should be eliminated and do the world a favor and terminate that blood line from the human race.

Hate for fellow Muslims

After what happened yesterday in Baghdad I must ask the al-qaida leadership; do killing fellow Muslims make them better Muslims? I have to question their motives and their manhood. Are they men or are they less than pigs? So, abu masab al-zarqawi must be either less than a man or just piece of dog crap that hates his own people. The only way I can explain it is; that if zaqawi was Jewish (he must be to hate Muslims that much) he would also be a member of the Nazi party. Hey, can anybody out there answer if zarqawi is JEWISH? I also heard that an al-qaida requirement for membership to that pigsty of a group is to castrate themselves . Can anybody tell me if that is true? The reason I ask is that a lot of al-qaida prisoners we have arrested have no testicles and when we place them inside the crowded holing cell with common criminals their eyes open up, happy as kids in a candy store. It is hard to argue with reality.

Odi et Amo

I have an idea; lets save some bacon from our breakfast meals and when we kill a terrorist pig, we slide a couple of slices of bacon in his body bag, we place a cross on what is left of his chest and do other unclean stuff so the son of a whore can never reach paradise. I don't think that the locals would mind because the terrorist pigs are killing more civilian Iraqis than anything else.
If Allah forgives me and grants me eternal peace for that, I thank my Muslim friends for including me in their prayers.

Taking liberties with a friend's poem

You can not wish
upon a
falling
tracer round.

(Thanks G.M.)

Working with Iraqis

I work with the local Iraqi government and my interactions with them are professional and personal. After a few months here I learned that most Iraqis want peace in their homeland. They want to send their children to safer schools, they want jobs so they can provide for their families, they want to go to the US to visit the American friends that are and have been here. THE IRAQIS WANT PEACE. The terrorists want to destroy. It is very hard to understand their feelings; we are here for a year and we go home to the safety of our families, they have to stay here and fight for their freedom, security and religion for the rest of their lives. I can not imagine being prosecuted because I am a Catholic. I can not imagine being afraid to go to church because a protestant could have placed a bomb inside. I can not imagine killing a fellow American because he said the Pope was wrong about one of our saints.
What does the US culture know about the Iraqi culture? Answer yourself that question and then I will tell you how wrong you are.
Life in Iraq is hard, but little by little is getting better; the water is flowing, the electricity fails less often, the police is going after the terrorists, and the Iraqi Army has the cojones to be an Army again. The Iraqis are taking control of their country (slowly), the Iraqis will save themselves. They have done it for thousands of years; they will survive as their ancestors have.

Strange days

Days come and go with just a tick on a piece paper to differentiate between them.
The heat is not as bad and the city has a way to come alive again, every morning, regardless of what happens at night, life keeps on going for those left breathing.
The Iraqi people want to live in peace, I see that everyday, we help but it seems that we will have to show them every single centimeter of the way. What I don't understand is the killing of Muslims by other Muslims. Why do they kill each other? Why do they kill children? What God allows the killing of children? What happens to the children of those killed by suicide bombers, VBIEDs, IEDs and the ever trusting AK-47?
The suicide bomber (pig) doesn't just take a life but destroys a whole family.
A good reason to visit hell would be to just see those who are called suicide bombers which are cooking inside a big pot filled with pig's fat and request a extra slice of bacon and add it to the feast.

Burn in hell

This post is for to the suicide bomber on 23 Aug 2005.
YOU WILL BURN IN HELL. We made sure that you will never reach the heaven you were promised.