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…
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?