Memoirs written in prose of Sergeant Robertson, Damon M. USMC while in Iraq | ...with frequent appearances of King Hammurabi.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Dear Family and Friends:
For those of you just joining the long list of recipients, I apologize
for the lack of a colorful background explanation. Here's what you
get:
I'm going to Iraq this Thursday.
Now if you're up for sassy commentary, like most of the folks included
on the mass mailing list, by all means, stay tuned. Like spoiled wine
turned to vinegar is the active duty experience in the Marine corps...
oh wait... did that sound pessimistic? Shozbot.
I've been out in the sun here at camp Pendleton all day and I'm
burned, dehydrated, and undernourished. I haven't seen the business
end of a chow hall all day.
Tomorrow is the day we bring all our gear out, stage it, move it,
stage it again, etc. until at last we move close enough to an airfield
to be in danger of catching a plane. The flight is supposed to take
about 24 hours, and Lord only knows when that actually starts because
flights get bumped all the time and we'll sit there, having hurried
ourselves I assure you, and wait until the doggone plane arrives.
This afternoon, some of the 0481 sergeants got up in front of us in
the blazing back parking lot of our company "office" and disseminated
some wisdom from the last activation. Unlike myself and my fellow
marines from Concord, the Fort Lewis marines actually got to go to
Iraq.
Musta been nice.
But before I get too far ahead of myself, an 0481 is an MOS
designation (military occupational specialty). They're basically
glorified ground guides. As a 1345 myself (Heavy Equipment Operator)
I usually try not to run them over when I'm moving heavy things around
or running over fire hydrants (long story).
With me?
So this bloated dude, we'll call him "Box," gets up in front of us and
starts talking a bunch of trash about how he had to load plan aircraft
for the air force and how "nasty" they were, and the same for the
army, and etc. etc.
[in the Marines we use "nasty" to indicate anything that isn't "locked
on," "Squared Away," "hard core," etc. It's basically stupid]
Box makes the comment "The air force is nasty, but they're nice, 'cuz
they know how nasty they are compared to us."
I shake my head. SuperMarine, my best friend here, silently cusses to
himself. I know we're both wondering the same thing:
Where does a glorified ground guide get off talking like he's Rambo,
just because he's a Marine?
I mean, I move big boxes with Big machines and in a port or airfield,
people like me are responsible for effecting most of the physical
changes in the environment people tend to call "work."
We don't talk like we're Rambo. We know we're engineers. The
likelihood of seeing the "serious action" portrayed in all our
briefings is pretty limited, to be quite honest. Yeah, I bought a
high-speed sling for my rifle, some other cool gadgets that cost me a
pretty penny, but c'mon. Am I really going to use my Big Knife?
Probably to trim my boot laces...
Anyway.
I didn't see much of Toothless today, but he did manage to keep us out
in the sun for two hours more than anyone else. What, after all, is
the use of being Staff NCO, I ask, if you can't make everyone else
wait for you?
I dunno. Sounds neat. Thank God I won't stay in the Marines long
enough to figure it out, though.
Enough rosy commentary!
These next few days will be hectic and I might not have the chance to
email you all for awhile. I might not end up having any access to
"gmail" while in Iraq and I'll have to use some "Secure" server the
Marines provide. Come what may, I'll do my best to keep you all
informed. Make sure you check your email regularly for updates on all
the Top Secret info I can find!
[JUST KIDDING]
God bless you all,
:D
# posted by chevas @ 7:28 PM 
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