Unedited NY Times piece...
This is such a tough story to relate, the experiences have shaken my emotions from elation to devastation and back again in a matter of hours. I've been a rear gunner on a Striker mission, learned how to target mortars...learned how to avoid mortars, been hit on by Mujhadeen (Thursdays, what's up?), pet a monkey, sat in on brain surgery, played soccer at an orphanage, tail-hooked on carriers. And at every FOB and flight deck been met with such genuine appreciation that I never get used to it.
The troops are in a state of Groundhog Day. Dusk to dawn blending with their camouflage, so when a new face appears on base to break up the monotony it's exciting. We get the low down on what's going down and the ability to point out the absurdity of what they see everyday relates instantly. The comedy doesn't have to come from the experience of cockpits, mess halls and mortars though. Jokes about home hit...well, home with them. It's good to be reminded of what we miss, insuring we won't take it for granted. Funny is funny, so I guess you should ask them what makes them laugh - aside from being ordered to!
*Iraq's climate sucks. I was breathing in so much sand I was crapping glass for a week...drinking different flavors of Gatorade to make stained glass windows for the choppers.
*I always asked if there were National Guard soldiers in the audience. After their hoots and claps andwhistles I'd ask, "How's your weekend?" You can always tell who's in the Guard. They walk around base staring at their watch, muttering "It's got to be Monday by now!"
*The different branches, though sharing in the true spirit of brotherhood, can be readily identified by their barks. "Hoo-Ah!" is the Army's answer for everything. They take it too far, literally having 'Hoo-Ah' candy bars and "moist" wipes. You Hungry? Hoo-Ah. Want a candy bar? Hoo-Ah. Going to the latrine? Take a Hoo-ah.
*Marines are more amped. They shout, "HOO-RAH!" You give a Marine a rifle they get so excited their sperm put on helmets.
*The word outgoing is my favorite word as opposed to "incoming." The second time on stage in Iraq there was a BOOM! in the middle of my set. A soldier in the front row said it was "outgoing." To which I grabbed the seat of my pants and agreed, "Yes it was and I'm going to wipe it off."
Hope all is well,
dave
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