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:
The address I provided for you has now been deemed incorrect by the
same mouths from which it issued.
Any jokes about "military intelligence" should be voiced now. You
have five seconds.
. . . . .
So far, it's all been paperwork and remedial training to prepare us
for our work in Iraq. It sounds like I'm going to do the majority of
my work at an airbase near Baghdad that gets hit with rockets every so
often and will have the "opportunity" to "volunteer" for convoys that
go through such auspicious localles as "I.E.D. Alley" and many others.
Funny story: we did our gas chamber training two days ago and
afterward me and a few of my buddies decided it would be a good idea
to go back into the chamber WITHOUT our gas masks. Now, CS gas isn't
as strong as pepper spray (don't make police angry, they use pepper
spray) but I can tell you it certainly is NOT pleasant to inhale or to
have anywhere on your body. It reacts to moisture-- sweat, tears,
anything, and basically rips your nose and eyes and mouth to shreds,
as well as any minor cuts or abbrasions you might have anywhere on
your body (remember to shave this morning?). Yeah. So we all filed
in there and the SECOND you step through the door the inner-caveman is
yelling "get OUT" and you can't breathe and everytime you do you wish
you hadn't. All I remember was staying in there, being the 3rd from
last to leave, watching the floor through gushing tears as a pool of
saliva/snot/tears formed on the floor.
So awesome.
I have pictures.
Oh yeah.
Love you all,
:Damon
# posted by chevas @ 7:21 PM 
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