Monday, October 22, 2007

Camp Victory, Iraq 5 Oct 07

FYI - these posts are late because I don't get access to a computer that can post them very often.

As I walked home last night in almost complete darkness the chaos of this place settled in. Camp Victory, is like New York, it's the FOB that doesn't sleep. It's dark, very dark, with only the lights of the palaces and Baghdad in the distance. The dirty sewage infested lake is to my right. Trucks pass, people pass, voices, gunfire, explosions in the distance so strong you still feel them, generators, helicopters, the smell of diesel fuel, exhaust, stench of sewage, black smoke from a huge fire in the distance, more helicopters, more Humvees, up-armored and soft sided, semi-trucks hauling water, fuel, cargo, crap, all go by, and by, and by. This place is noisy, rowdy, smelly and unrefined. 24 hour-high-speed-ops. A convoy goes by, young men in turrets manning machine guns coming and going from the red zone in Humvees. More trucks, more cars, more SUVs, more Humvees, more helicopters, more convoys, more booms, more bangs, more people, more voices, more rancid air filled with fuel, exhaust, sewage and burning garbage.

We work in one of the guest houses Saddam built for his family and friends. There are several man made lakes with palaces and homes all around them. Normal Iraqis never saw this place that was once beautiful with palm groves, palaces and gardens. But Saddam built his palaces on the cheap. Everything is a facade, with only marble vaneers and plastic chandeliers. They are all used as office buildings now for the military.

The food is good. You can eat just about whatever you want, as long as it is on a plastic plate, with plastic utensils, paper cups and paper napkins. There is Baskinrobins and milkshakes. A meat carving table. A short order and main menu buffets. Coca-Cola light, and Pepsi light from Kuwait. Juice, salad, Mexican food bar, sandwich bar.... The room is full of Army, Air Force, Navy, Marines, civilians, and military members from Japan, Australia, England, Tonga, and more whose uniforms I don't recognise.

The chow hall, aka DFAC (dining facility something something) like all buildings is surrounded by concrete blast walls. And in addition it has a pole barn over the top of it. That way if a mortar hits next to it the blast wall absorbs the shrapnel. If it is a direct hit, the roof of the pole barn absorbs the hit. I don't think it has ever been hit, but indirect mortar fire is a real threat. Every once in a while they get lucky and hit someone. Last week they killed two and wounded 37.

They've told me I'm going to Camp Cropper to worth the magcell near the detainment facility. The magcell is where they decide what to do with the new detainees. Should be interesting work.

3 comments:

Chase Family said...

Bradley John- Are you a writer? That is some amazing description you gave of where you are at! It sounds kind of scary. I'm glad you are updating this blog. I'm also proud of you for serving in the military. Later,

Jeff Chase

Unknown said...

Brad, You paint an amazing picture with your words. Most of all be safe and follow the spirit. Our family joins your's in prayers for your safety. I believe the hard work being done there will have a long lasting and meaningful outcome on this crazy world.

God Bless
Uncle Greg Henderson

Marianne Henderson said...

Brad - We are so proud of you and your service to our country. Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your beautiful little family.

Love,

Marianne
(Nana is for the posts I make to my grandbabies sites!)