Good Times

Enough with all the negativity its time to tell some stories about good times and funny experiences that have happened over the last few days so that I can raise the spirits of all back home. Throw in some comedy and one story with sarcasm and we have a fun blog post.

Story #1 - Yesterday we had the random opportunity of going on a PRT mission to an orphanage on the outskirts of downtown. This orphanage has been given a great deal of money through the PRT program in order to rebuild their facilities and give the kids that are staying their an abundant opportunity to live life to the fullest. The kids their were amazing, so full of energy and life it was a sight for sore eyes. The facilities were pretty ncie compared to those that you see throughout the city and the kids are for the most part in a better situation there then if they lived anywhere else. I feel that the kids growing up in that orphanage will have more oppurtunities and better experiences because they are there than the majority of the kids everywhere else in the city. They had amazing playgrounds and educational centers, they all spoke random words in english, which was a surprise, and they all seemed genuinely happy. Kids were running around in superman and spiderman pajamas after they saw us all arrive and they would walk up to our guys and ask for piggyback rides and try to hang off their arms because they thought we were super strong. It was really funny. A lot of my guys got worn out by the little kids because they had so much energy. It was finally an enjoyable and rewarding mission to go on. They loved us.

Story #2 - One of the things that my guys like about me so much is the fact that I dont like to let them do things for me and if they are doing something or have to suffer through something, I am always there with them sharing the pain. For instance, about a month ago I decided that I didnt want to lead the patrol so I had someone else do it and I became the gunner for the whole mission. I experienced what they do when they are stuck up in the gunners hatch all day and have to deal with the heat and the dust and no air conditioning. Back to present day, the last 2 days we went out on missions I did a similar thing but this time I drove the HMMWV. It was a lot of fun. They though it was hilarious because the LT was driving and I had a SPC as the truck commander. Plus they go to do something and get some experience in a role they had never done or ever thought they would do. It was fun for the whole platoon because they all got a hick out of me driving the HMMWV, making it overheat by accident, and almost get in an accident with a motorcycle guy pulling a watermelon cart. Anything I can do to make them appreciate me, right?!

Story #3 - So last weekend I guess it was announced that we are no longer doing combat patrols in Iraq. My guys decided that they wanted to boycot all missions and not go outside the wire because every mission that we do is most definately a combat mission. Its funny because the two big dogs in charge of Iraq and the USA both told the American people that everything we do is Iraqi lead and we just assist them. Not only do they assist us because we are forced to have them escort us through the city due to the SOFA agreement, they dont run anything and most of the time go in the middle of our convoys because they dont have the same protection equiptment. We laugh at the situation everytime we roll out. So i hope none of you really bealieved that we no longer were doing what we have been doing this whole time, because we still very much are. That was the sarcastic story.

Story #4 - Now to brighten the mood one last time. I got a package today from Janel, Jason, and Perri that had tons of great things in it. The funny part of the story is that they packed it all in a massive box and filled the box with packing peanuts. I dont know if anyone has tried pulling things out of a box full of packing peanuts but the static electricity forces them to stick to everything and its impossible to get them off. At first I was being really careful trying to keep them in the box and pull things out one at a time. Finally i just dumped it all out on my floor and it looked like I was in a ball pit full of packing peanuts. They ltireally got everywhere and I couldnt clean them up because they clung to everything. Guys in the tent were just laughing at me trying to get them all back in the box. That packing peanuts were totally kicking my butt. It was funny, you had to be there.

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