I’m sitting in my CHU (Containerized Housing Unit) about to bed down before a 4:15 a.m. meeting for my MRAP (Mine Resistant Ambush Protected) trip to the Green Zone tomorrow. Everything seems to have been sorted out. I’m not sure what went wrong, but it probably had something to do with the fact that my flight got me in on the 16th despite leaving on the morning of the 15th. I don’t know, but it’s nice to be in a heated room with some food, internet and a bed.
I have to say I’ve been impressed with the friendliness and helpfulness of every soldier and contractor I’ve come across so far. I know it shouldn’t be a surprise, but basically thus far every next step has been a mystery, and I’ve had to rely on the U.S. military 100 percent to guide me. And they’ve come through. When I don’t know something there is always someone there willing to either answer my question or direct me to someone who can. I figured in a high-stress environment where thousands of people are moving through everyday people would be less interested in helping out a total neophyte. I was wrong.
I’ve got six hours until I’ve got to catch my ride to the Rhino, as the MRAPs are called, so I’m going to crash. I got a Skype call in to my wife, saw my dog, and wolfed down a sandwich. Tomorrow I think I get to do what I came here to do.