One of the features that this blog is that I can assign labels to various posts. So far I have:
I never thought I would see that in Iraq—strange sights I’ve come across
Not the place to be in ’03—vary unhealthy places to be at during the invasion
No way am I making this up—Things that are so ridiculous, they have to be real.
Today’s post falls into the “No way I am making this up” category. In a war zone, there is a need for sandbags. Nobody likes to fill sandbags however. Troops like to eat, however. Therefore, the “powers that be’ said: “hey we need sandbags and the troops need food—they go together like peanut butter and jelly” So, there is new rule: in order to enter the Dining Facility, you must fill one sand bad. True, one bag isn’t that big of a job, but eating is one of the few self indulgent pleasures around here. Soldiers are like dogs, they are generally happy, mild mannered and loyal, but don’t get in between them and their food bowl.
Today’s post falls into the “No way I am making this up” category. In a war zone, there is a need for sandbags. Nobody likes to fill sandbags however. Troops like to eat, however. Therefore, the “powers that be’ said: “hey we need sandbags and the troops need food—they go together like peanut butter and jelly” So, there is new rule: in order to enter the Dining Facility, you must fill one sand bad. True, one bag isn’t that big of a job, but eating is one of the few self indulgent pleasures around here. Soldiers are like dogs, they are generally happy, mild mannered and loyal, but don’t get in between them and their food bowl.
1 comment:
I really appreciate and enjoy your writing. But, what makes your blog unique, to me, are you pictures. I can definitely appreciate those as well. It helps me better appreciate your circumstances and day-to-day life.
Take care of yourself and Godspeed.
-Brendon Swanson
Fresno, CA
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