Well, planes are grounded, so I’m not going anywhere for a bit. I’d like to be on my way to visiting the 197th, but a storm blew in last night so strong I thought it was artillery. And I wasn’t alone — I heard an officer saying the same thing.
So for now I’m hanging out in an airport, waiting for my ride. Not every day in Iraq is exciting…
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Rain in the desert sounds like good sound to me. I’d say you’ve got a story there, what’s it like being stranded at a military airport in Iraq?