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Archive for May 2004

22
May

May 22, 2004

It’s 2000 and calm, but it’s “stand-to” time. 1800 to 2200 and 0500 to 0900 seem to be the most popular times for “recreational” mortar attacks on our position. We, however, have gotten mortared a couple times today, none during stand-to time. I’m on post now. We’ve formulated four hour posts instead of three, which gives us more consecutive time off.

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18
May

May 18, 2004

All good things must come to an end. With that said, we left the Mech Camp yesterday to provide security for 2/2 Echo, who we are once again attached to. This time we are further south than our last position, which I thought was too far south to begin with. Yesterday was one of our worst days yet.

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13
May

May 13, 2004

The anticipation, the focus in the minds of all Marines participating in the convoy, could be cut with a knife it was so thick. It was in the air from 2100 to 0200.

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9
May

May 9, 2004

What an exciting week, I guess—sad, too.

A couple of days after my last entry, things seemed the same as usual: boring. I believe it was the third of May, the day before we left for Mech Camp for maintenance, that we were on stand down. I had gotten a package from Mom with a bunch of good food and some tequila or margarita flasks. Technically, we’re not suppose to have them, but damn, it tastes good. Like I said, this last pause was quite boring until we began taking mortar rounds.

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3
May

May 3, 2004

Dear Father,

I thoroughly enjoyed your recent package and letter. I got it about a week ago, just before we pulled out of our position NW of Fallujah.

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1
May

May 1, 2004

“I’m your Huckleberry.” I say that once over the net, and my call sign becomes Doc Holiday. I use “Holiday” ’cause it’s shorter.

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