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.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Re: Hammurabi, USMC - DMR
Dear Family and Friends: Today I walked over to the Iraqi Police training center on base with my buddy, Stanley. We volunteered to work our afternoons, between 1pm and 5pm, to help the civilian trainers with the future Iraqi cops. It was amazing. The Gunnery Sgt. working there sort of scrunched his eyebrows and said "wow... I really don't have anything to do for you. I'd hate to give you busy work. God, I'd hate to turn down two motivated Marines... Let's talk to the trainers themselves..." Outside we meet G. and D. They are awesome. Old retirees from the military special forces and police departments (back in the U.S.), both came to Iraq because they believed they could make a difference. No questions asked, we can show up tomorrow. They're so short of volunteers they're willing to accept us, right? :) Either that or we actually come accross as two guys with some sort of intelligence and capability. Not that our own leadership would act as if that were ever the truth, but forget those losers. They don't want to take advantage of the capabilities we have, we'll cash ourselves out to someone who will. Tomorrow we start by helping the IP's learn traffic stops, etc. Oh yeah. More later, :D
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