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March 19, 2004

March 19, 2004

It’s the second day that we’ve been in the field on our convoy operation before we push up to Fallujah. We’re doing a two day operation and going directly up—no going back to Udairi to see cute Army girls.

Did I tell you about the hot blond? Gorgeous! Way hot! I didn’t even have the nerve to talk to her, but everybody gave me shit so I talked to God about it. I said, “Lord, show me a sign that I’m supposed to talk to her and start a relationship the next time I see her.” I haven’t seen her since, and its been a week. It wasn’t meant to be.

I’ve also started praying for my wife, the one I haven’t met yet. Praying for her walk with God, her well-being, her passion and ambition, etc.

Right now I’m in quite a state. I’m dark from the sun, and I feel a bit sunburnt. My hands are so dry it looks like I have powder on them, my lips feel like they’re going to crack, and I don’t remember the last time I showered except with a baby wipe. I’m sitting in an eight dollar chair in the shade of my Humvee under the declining sun (it’s 1705).

There’s nothing but sand and other Humvees in view. I’m covered in dust and sand listening to a country mix mini disc I made. I feel at quite a peace. The chaplain just approached me so I talked to him for a second. My boy Cpl. Cruz is taking a piss less than two feet away from me. There’s a million flies swarming, and it’s not even that big of a deal. I wear my flak and carry my M16-A4 everywhere. I bet when I get back to the States I’ll feel uncomfortable without a sidearm.

This surreal moment that sucked, but at the same time I was kind of enjoying, was interrupted by a loud “pop.” In our boredom, the guys decided to make a small bomb using a bottle and the heater from a MRE (Meal, Ready to Eat). The best part, I thought, was that that when they threw it, it happened to land right behind the Lt. Yeah…not good. He was pissed. Way funny! Tomorrow, we head up to NAVStar, which is on the border of Kuwait and Iraq. It’s a three hour drive. Then from there we head to Scandia, some kind of refill spot, and then to the Mech Camp near Fallujah. We stop for the night each time for 10 hours total on the road, I think.

We’re finally on our way. I’m a little nervous. I just want to be in a fire fight right away—with nobody hurt—to get the butterflies out.

The sunsets are amazing out here. Tri-colored skies and a clear view of the sun with its rays cutting through some drifting clouds. It makes you appreciate the gifts God gives us. It’s such a beautiful world he’s given us and yet there is so much evil in it.

Is that why I’m here, to do his will?

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