I just got shot at. Well, not directly, but still by direct fire. I was on a turret watch from 0500-0800 this morning, and at about 0600, sporadic fire broke out just over a small berm near the mosque, which is only about 500 meters from me. Some rounds flew right over my head, I could have reached up and grabbed them.
With notions of nobility in mind, people ask me why I joined the military. I usually tell them what they want to hear. In actuality, I was pissed off that foreign terrorists had the audacity to fly three planes into highly populated buildings on American soil and drive a car bomb into the living quarters of American Marines, the same Marines that die to defend our great country’s well-being and pride. Vengeance was the taste in my mouth—the same taste in every American’s mouth following 9-11.
Dust of Ash, Burning my eyes
Robbing their wealth, leaking their lies.
Lies of hope, hope for peace
hope for both sides.
Yet, consumed with hatred, suffocating
Suffocating any compassion that might remain
like the smoke pinching my eye,
burning my nose
Satiated with the stench of trash
he odor of filth that still walks
Still stalks the streets of this city at siege
Boredom by day, death by night.
An eerie silence, penetrated by the beat inside
The night after my last entry, our section, which includes four vehicles, moved to a different location—again! They have us re-enforcing COC as security. We are overlooking a piece of the city, and we’re parked next to an abandoned apartment building and some makeshift chicken corrals. Like the rest of Iraq, there is trash everywhere. There is no disposal system. That’s probably why I don’t feel bad pissing and shitting everywhere I please.
Alright, after my last entry, a lot happened. Crespin, Dooley, and I got orders to support a squad of grunts as they cleared some buildings suspected of having mortar spotters for the enemy. We took them out near to the city, dropped them off, and provided over watch. As we were getting into position for over watch, our throttle linkage came loose and we couldn’t move. We were ducks in the water. We were 30 meters from the city and 100 from the target Sgt. Perez had been shooting at. I get out to provide security as “Big A” fixes the track. Fifteen minutes later, we’re moving, thank God. That was a nervous situation. We felt all alone out there, but I so badly wanted to engage my M-16. I felt a definite thirst for blood.
The fourth day has passed in this same location outside Fallujah. We thought we would be leaving on the third day or at least that we would move to the cloverleaf. Either way, we have yet to get any action except for mortars all around us. The closest was about 50 meters away, which is too close. We saw men on the roofs spotting the enemy’s mortar shots. We knew it and our Lt. wouldn’t let us engage! We were way pissed off!
Crespin, Dooly, and I are sitting in our track right now passing the time. We are staged about 800 meters north of the city of Fallujah right now with 2nd and 3rd Sections, for a total of eight tracks, six tanks, and some Humvees. We have a company of grunts with us, and well, this is us making history.