Memoirs written in prose of Sergeant Robertson, Damon M. USMC while in Iraq | ...with frequent appearances of King Hammurabi.
If you are new to this journal, make sure to start reading in chronological order by scrolling down to the bottom of the oldest post in October 2004. Damon's letters from August 20th, 2004 - October 23rd, 2004 were all added to this blog on Oct. 23rd, 2004. All subsequent letters are posted in real time.
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Re: Hammurabi, USMC - DMR
Dear Family and Friends: [nothing poetic today]. sighs of disappointment will be accepted upon my return to the US. Whenever. I haven't written in a while because there's pretty much nothing to tell. At least I see it that way. But perhaps I can indulge you with something I see as commonplace, that you might think interesting. We don't really run and hide when rockets hit anymore. Understand it's not like the movies where artillery barrages pound until the 'plot device' of the attack wears itself out and the necessary characters are lying about bloodied and maimed. Nah. Not so much. Of all the attacks Al Asad has been under, I've only heard one set incoming, the first set, and all the rest have landed in rapid, almost instant succession. Boom, boom, boom bom booooom oh who cares. Look at the pretty little mushroom clouds of dirt. scaaaaaaary. We laugh, actually, watching these poor civilian contractor saps running like scared children. We are all scared children, so don't think I'm going "rickie recon hard" on you. It's just that we don't care. Every day we're treated like little children. Belittled, administered to death under the nano-managing hand of our leadership (who, by the way, seemed cool back in Seattle but have contracted a serious case of Whimpy-itus here and pretty much just get on our nerves and interfere with the smoothness of daily operations); we just don't care anymore one way or the other. Oppression does that to people. So rockets hit. Civilians scatter toward the concrete bunkers like .... oh well. time is up. sorry for that. anyway, we get yelled at for not having ourselves in mode to prevent the inevitable and unavoidable rocket that some day may or may not hit us, dependent largely I believe on the prayers of my friends/family and the protection of God. let the rockets fall. blah blah blah. :D
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