So here we go, back on the road again. I’m the TC in the Deuce 1/2. I forgot how many vehicles were in the convoy. I remember seeing the border as we cross into Iraq. As we drive along the village, the crowds of people were coming towards us. I said oh SHIT. I told my Driver to not stop at any cost. I remember even telling him I will shoot you if you stop…We already had the vehicle in front stop real fast and a Iraqi kid hit the back of the Deuce. We didn’t stop but kept on going. We didn’t know who was in that crowd. We just threw water bottles, candy, MRE’s at them. I mean projectile throws at these people. We didn’t care. We were at War with them…..
The first group had left 1 week prior than us. They told us what happened on their Convoy. It was ugly. They still had to travel in Mopp Level 4. From what they told us, there was a Unit ahead of them that was ambushed. Our Unit was the Second Convoy and made it through that MSR. I know you all heard of the Jessica Lynch Story. Her Convoy was the Last one. You all know the rest of the Story……….
So as we go along, it is still HOT as a Giraffes Butt here. We got a flat in one of the vehicles. From this point on, we did the most stupidest thing that we were trained not to do but did it. I guess the Heat caused us Craziness. Anyways, we tried to jack up the Deuce but the road melted from under us. We didn’t have nothing to put underneath so a couple of us knuckleheads went off the road to find a piece of wood or something. No thought of us caring if there was a minefield. We joked about it later……..Couple hours later, an IceCream Van came by and offered us icecream. We did the no no and took and ate it. The heat made us crazy I guess. What if we died that day from poor judgement. I survived that horrible day, vehicle broked down, and hot as hell here……. to be continued……..
