Turning 30

I turned thirty yesterday, 27 Nov 07 and we'll celebrate it tonight with two other birthdays by buying about 50 tacos from the Taco Bell stand (it's like hot dog stand but it's Taco Bell with a limited menu) and having a feast. We'll use our multi-purpose water bottles as heaters by placing them in the micro-wave and then into a cooler to keep them warm. should be a good time.

It's a little anti-climatic turning thirty here. I always wanted a small party when entering the new decade. Have some friends over, smoke some pork and make home-made pulled pork. Listen to music, eat cake, and have a good time. Instead I used my monthly day off to watch Tombstone -- great movie by the way -- on my non-secret work computer. I think that is the only reason we have the non-secret computers, because very little of my job is done on them.

When I asked to have my one day off a month on my birthday there was some push back because my one half-day a week off was the day before. I said "it's my birthday so that's the day I picked." My AOIC (Assistant Officer in Charge) responded "don't you know that everyday in Iraq is your birthday? You can celebrate it every day." And so it is. At least there were no "fireworks" on my birthday.

I always make time to read, both scriptures and books. I've read nine books in six weeks. I think I'll read the gospels next month and continue with my westerns. I think I like the westerns because of the guns and horses. I've always like horses, but the gun fascination comes from carrying one on my belt everywhere I go. We talk guns all the time on the night shift if we get our work done. In fact we talk about all kinds of stuff.

On the night shift, after our work is done (or sometimes before causing us to work like maniacs to be done on time) we've discussed all kinds of guns and ammunition, war strategy, domestic politics -- times a hundred -- history, anthropology, chess, and quantum physics (gave me a headache). We work hard on the night shift, but if there has not been a lot of new detainees sent to the TIF we discuss. Some guys watch movies if they get their work done, and I'll do that sometimes, but I'd rather read or talk. Guess I'm just a talker and a reader. Shouldn't be surprised, I've had 30 years of practice.

Thanksgiving

I woke up around 18:30, and headed over to the chow hall on F.O.B. Stryker (where they have lots of Stryker vehicles) for Thanksgiving. When you work the night shift you eat Thanksgiving for breakfast. They had prime rib, turkey breast, stuffing, mash potatoes, yams, virgin mixed drinks, sparkling grape juice, hot apple pie, and all kinds of other pies, amongst other things. I kept my meal pretty light. My buddy Capt Ezra Glanzer pigged out and felt sick. Big meals for breakfast are rough on a person's gut, but it's his half day so he can sleep it off for a while.

When you walk into the chow hall it's pretty neat. There are decorations everywhere. A huge statue of a man in only a loin cloth holding a globe on his back (atlas), made out of butter -- they should have made the loin cloth better, he looked like horse. Large ginger bread houses, teepees, paper mache turkeys, tables full of fruit and decorated cakes, and one of the cakes was shaped like a book, opened to the 100th Psalm:

1 Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands.
2 Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing .
3 Know ye that the LORD he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
4 Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
5 For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.

It feels good when they go all out for us. It makes a very significant difference. Half way through the meal I asked someone what they did for lunch and he told me they were serving meat right off the bird. Legs, breasts, wings, right from the bird! I had to ask. Suddenly my cafeteria style turkey breast didn't taste as good. But the hot apple pie with ice-creaim right on top, that was still the best thing I've eaten in nearly two months. Yes, there is much to be thankful for.

After awhile the people from the day shift left, and it was me and Ezra chatting about the things that seam important but really aren't. We talked about the new uniforms and how pilots get special treatment. We finally left the chow hall and headed along the road back towards F.O.B. Camp Cropper, following about five guys, a mix of Army and Air Force, mostly sergeants. We decided to let one of the airmen keep smoking and walking, something he shouldn't do -- it's Thanksgiving after all.

When we were about 20 meters from the Entry Control Point (ECP) to Cropper we hear the siren and the calm voice that never seems appropriate for the occasion: INCOMING, INCOMING, INCOMING.... I looked at Glanzer as we saw the guys in front of us start to sprint towards the duck-n-cover in front of the ECP and I said "sonuvabitch!". We started to run.

Our guns were rattling and we made good time across the thick gravel as we rounded the barrier down into the duck-n-cover. One of the army guys put it best when he said "I have to sh*t and I'm full." Running on a full stomach is never fun. The guys lit lighters and started smoking and joking.

"Someone tell a ghost story"

"OK, the guy next to me is so scared he needs has to smoke a cigarette," and things of that nature.

About five minutes later the second siren came in a voice that seems very appropriate: ALL CLEAR, ALL CLEAR, ALL CLEAR.... It came with neither booms nor C-RAMs (Counter Rocket, Artillery, and Mortar) fire. Nothing had happened anywhere near us. Just a siren. As we left the duck-n-cover I said to Ezra, who was quite quiet, "we should have expected them to try to hit us tonight" he replied with a simple truism "if I never hear the incoming alarm again...."

When we presented our badges to the sergeant at the ECP he saluted us and said "nothing like a little incoming on Thanksgiving." We returned the salute and started walking away.

"Happy Thanksgiving" I said.

"Happy Thanksgiving" he replied. A Happy Thanksgiving, indeed.

Cropper

First, I don't post here often, and I'm sorry to those who check it often. I don't get over to the internet cafe often enough. I'm stationed on Forward Operating Base (FOB) Camp Cropper on the Victory Base Complex. We house four to five thousand detainees in the Theater Detainment Facility (TIF), the rest are way down south at Bucca (20,000+). I work in the magcell reviewing case files of detainees to see if we have enough evidence to prosecute them, keep them as a security detainee, or, if we don't have sufficient evidence I process an expedited release. I'm on the night shift which is great because I'm awake the same time my family is awake. The FOB is pretty small and the TIF takes up most of it. At the most it is one click by one click. If it's bigger than that it's not by much. The best part about this FOB is we have hardened billets, meaning dorms instead of tents or trailers. Not only are they safer but they're much more comfortable.
Like I said, we review the case files of all the detainees that are picked up in Iraq. We review them to see if there is enough evidence to try them at the Central Criminal Court of Iraq (CCCI). If there is not, then we decide if there is a "reasonable belief" that the detainee was involved in insurgent or terrorist activities. If there is, we send them to the Combined Retention Review Board (CRRB) who decides whether or not to keep the detainee as a Security Detainee. If there is not a reasonable belief that the person is a threat to the stability of Iraq because of insurgent activity, we recommend an expedited release of that person. We review all of the evidence on the individual and prepare a memo with a summary of the person's activities. How we write those summaries has the potential to put a person away for a long time. We have to make the memos look good because they get reviewed by people with a much, much higher pay grade than myself.

We get a good flavor of what is going on in the counter-insurgency. We see the detainees arrive, and we see them leave. We see why they were picked up, what they were accused of, what intel they give, etc. What is amazing is how good of a job the forward operators do at being a hybrid soldier/investigator/cop. A lot of the guys who are picked up are just plain evil, but a lot are only opportunists who needed money. The average guy in the TIF can't read and is unemployed, but I have little sympathy for anyone firing rockets at a US base or planting
IEDs.

I get time to workout after work in the mornings. I don't run outside because there is no real good place to run. The roads are not paved and they are full of pits, and holes, and rocks, and nubs, and whatever else you need to sprain your ankle with. There are also no roads without tons of traffic on them.

We don't get hit here like they do on Camp Victory. That is very nice. Things are always quiet on Cropper -- knock on wood.