Life in Iraq in 2003

So, we were running 12 hour shifts and usually moving every morning just about. Very early on it was decided I would lead the night shift. Basically this is how it worked, we would drive all day and by the time we stopped my night shift was on duty (or would go on duty within a few hours). So, we'd get maybe a couple hours of sleep (we had to help put the tent up and get all the gear in the tent before we could), then we'd work 12 hours and then we'd have to help tear down the tent in the morning and then we'd leave to the next site. We pretty much didn't sleep, finally I got the OIC (Officer in Charge) to change the shifts to 8 hour shifts (between 2 teams) so our schedule would change everyday and my shift wasn't the one always killing themselves.

Our first "long" stop was in Nasariyah where we made camp pretty much in the middle of a landfill. As we ate our MRE's, we had to keep close eye on them because if you looked a way for a second it was filled with flies. It was one of the most disgusting places I had seen up to that point. We slept in Humvees, it was hot, we had our MOPP gear on and had to cover our faces because those flies bit like you wouldn't believe. It was not pleasant, there were no crappers out here either. We took an old, empty ammo box...dug a hole with our e-tool and crapped there. That didn't help with the fly problem but tried to cover it up as best as we could. When we weren't on shift in our tent, we were either sleeping, standing guard for our tent or standing guard on the berm.

An Nasariyah was where Jessica Lynch was captured and this was the place we first came under fire. It was dark and I was sitting guard watch at our tent when something very large, very heavy skidded across the street, sparks flying and blew up. An infantry battalion was across the street from us and they got a couple casualties, something blew up over...looked like a Humvee. A lot of this later on seemed to be friendly fire but there was small arms fire coming from somewhere as well, it was crazy but exhilarating at the same time. It sounds sick and cliche but I was enjoying myself because this is why I joined...to this day I love deploying and cliche because your training really does kick in. It's instinctive to us on what to do in those situations, I don't know how long it lasted but it seemed like a couple hours. We aren't infantry and we didn't really have any infantry in our perimeter...we stood on the berms, we stood in defense of our "base". Every Marine is a rifleman...it was evident that moniker was true at this point. An Nasariyah was the critical point to keep since it was a huge logistical problem if we lost the bridge in this town. Those Marines and Soldiers that were ahead of us on their way to Baghdad needed supplies to keep them on the move.

I don't remember how long we were in Nasariyah, something like 1 or 2 weeks. I remember we had some 8th Comm guys with us (they carry the satellite that gives us connection with our computers). At night, there are no lights...light discipline is a huge thing. A small light stands out in that dark sky. With that said, helo pilots and the like use night vision. One of the 8th comm guys comes out of his tent and takes a flash photo as the helo is taking off. I honestly think if a couple of us weren't in view there, the Gunny that came over would have severely beaten that guy for taking a flash photo of the helo. To explain it a little better...if you are wearing night vision goggles and someone shines a light at you...it's going to temporarily blind you. You don't want a helo pilot blind.

I don't remember if this happened before or after Nasariyah but I remember we were in a convoy going to a new location and we had had no time to clean our weapons. So, I was cleaning my weapon in the vehicle when we get a message over the radio that mortar or something was incoming to our location. We had to stop the vehicles, get out and get down right now. I had my entire weapon apart with it's many small parts. This sucked badly but was able to get all the parts in my pockets or anywhere I could, crazy times.

Our next long stop was at an abandoned Iraqi base (I think it was Diwaniyah but I can't remember, started with a D I think). We stayed here for quite awhile and the beginnings of the war were pretty much winding down (believe the Saddam statue was brought down as we were here) and there were no more worries from the Iraqi army because they were pretty much completely destroyed or deserted. Terror cells hadn't really started so there were no worries from mortar attacks or IEDS or the like. We had many local Iraqis come up to the fences and we gave them water, food and candy. To show that we were really done with this phase of the war...Aaron Zimmerman celebrated by streaking and sliding on the mud in our base in front of all the leadership...yes, I said streaking (nude running for those of you with virgin minds). It was a good time, we finally got to take off our top part of the MOPP suit. We got to check out the abandoned Iraqi base and even took a trip to Babylon and went through the museum.

At this point, we hadn't showered in probably about 3 months. We hadn't talked to our loved ones on the phone or internet (there wasn't any at that time in Iraq), letters were the only communication. The phone we eventually got to use was an old field phone, used like radio wire to connect to the network and we had to wind it to get power pretty much...it's crazy how cozy Iraq is today compared to when we first went.

We started heading back now and stopped in a semi-hard base that actually had crappers!! And temporary showers (I still didn't take one, had to live up to my nickname of Dirty right?). The crappers were open so everyone just kinda sat there watching eachother take a dump. At night, the lower ranking personnel (hahaha, glad I went as a Sergeant!) had to dump diesel fuel into the barrels of crap and light them on fire (yes, that's how you cleaned them out pretty much). This was our last stop that I can remember before we got back to Kuwait, it was awesome to be back and we felt like we accomplished so much and this began another generation of war veterans. I miss those times, I miss those people I was with, the experience was priceless.

I'm hoping to add some photos if I can find them, will have to scan them though. We spent a little more time in Kuwait, got on the LCAC (Landing Craft Air Cushion) and went back to the boat. Our experience and training wasn't done though. We worked on the ship and did MCMAP (Marine Corps Martial Arts Program) every day pretty much on the way back. As we got back, we were greeted with joy and it was a great day. Was nice just to have some time off...while I was on leave for 30 days...I volunteered to go back to Iraq (man, I'm a sucker for a deployment).

I'll be talking about that deployment in the following posts.