Tuesday, February 10, 2004

Be Careful What You Wish For...

Be Careful What You Wish For...
Monday, February 16, 2004
1:04:00 AM CST

10 Feb 2004

Well, today was *the* day. We departed Camp Doha for Camp Wolf at the APOD. The APOD is a kind of holding pen for the incoming and outgoing. I am actually kind of sad about leaving Doha. Sal, Owen, Pat and I have been the four musketeers since we started with ITT. We developed a close bond and now we are all to be split up. Adam, our ITT liason at Doha was remarking in fact, on what a tight knit group all 18 of us have been. He had said that he has seen some groups at each other's throats. We all seemed to click right from the start. In fact, Laura, the only woman in our CRC group was kind of like everyone's little sister. When we first got to Camp Doha, she was all by herself in a woman's open bay that was down a dark alley and was filthy. The next day, she asked if she could bunk with us guys in our bay. Victor asked if we minded and everyone was in favor of it. She put up sheets to blcok out a section and it worked out well.

From what we are hearing, these accomodations are luxury compared to what we will be provided in the field. Well, it didn't take long to find that out! We checked into the departures/space available for today and we were advised that we would be first on the list for Baghdad on the 11th. Flights to Baghdad today were full of cheerleaders. Cheerleaders?! Yep, cheerleaders-big, buxom, bouncy cheerleaders. They first made a visit to Camp Wolf and signed pictures with the soldiers, hugs and poses, etc. MWR - Morale, Welfare and Recreation at it's finest. As Martha Stewart would say, "It's a good thing."

So we got "billeting" in tent D4 with 60 others waiting to go to Baghdad. What is it like? Similar to the tents you see in MASH but stretched out about 30 cots on either side. The porta-potties were located about 1/4 mile way. Me thinks we are getting a taste of what is to come.
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