TC the Terrible

Clearly it’s safer in Iraq than at my last office.

Some ass clown took a couple of shots at Pentagon Security Force (rent-a-cops) last night and they fucked his world up.  He was a bad shot, barely grazing them, and they were good shots.  Ass clown is in critical condition and NO by standers were hit.  Pretty amazing stuff since the Metro entrance at that time of night has a couple of hundred people moving thru it.

It was only a matter of time before someone tried a dick weed stunt like this.  Hopefully the other idiots were watching.  Of course no one in the building knew what was happening until it was all over.  Living like rats in a maze will do that to you.

Saber Squelch OUT.

Howdy,

For those of you counting I’ve been in Iraq for three full weeks now. Most of the time here has been tied up in the normal boring stuff of handing off from one command to another. My “left seat/right seat” took all of one morning. My counter part and I have spent the rest of the time trying not to get each other’s way. Not always the easiest thing to do for Type A personalities.

I’ve already made a day trip via Blackhawk from Taji to Balad. It was my first time in a Blackhawk. A decent enough ride but forgive me for being an old foggie – the Huey is still a better bird. While I was in Balad I ran into a fraternity brother and we had all of five minutes to catch up on ten years. After the elections I’m going to find an excuse to get back there so we can at least have lunch together. Funny how traveling in a war zone is easier than booking a ticket through DTS back at NGB. Here I just put in a request the day before I want to leave and when I get to the other end book a flight back before I walk out of the terminal. Too easy.

Speaking of which, there are a lot of things here that aren’t as difficult as you’d expect. I’ve got a private room (in a single wide trailer), Friday night is sea food night at the chow hall complete with crab legs and lobster, I get more channels on my television than I did growing up, Skype lets me talk to the family from my room, and I don’t wear my body armor to and from the office. Yep, I’ve got an office instead of a foxhole. And my team is driving a 2008 Chevy Trail Blazer around post. This is not the war my drill sergeants used to warn me about.

The best part is total strangers have sent me cigars and cups of coffee. Well they’ve sent me cigars, and coupons for free coffee at the Green Beans Coffee here on post. Same thing.

I’ll attempt to write again, but in this age of short attention span and constant rushing around I’m more likely to update Facebook or Twitter and call it a day.

Take care.