When Not To Run Outside, and Candlelit Dinners

The other day we were in the operations office. There was a bang outside Shocked, and myself and two other sensible people went to the floor while Hans the Blind Turkish Guy runs like hell outside for the bunker at the combat lightning speed. Good reflexes, because he was the first to react, but a bad decision. In this case however, he got lucky, since there was only the one noise…which upon further investigation, since it just sounded wrong somehow, ended up being an exploding tire, not an exploding rocket or mortar shell. You don’t want to go running outside, since maybe there’s more than one on the way. We have sandbags about 5 or 6 feet high outside the containers, so on the floor you are relatively safe as long as one doesn’t come through the roof. Basically, there’s nothing you can do about the first one since it’s random, but in case of several rounds or secondaries, you can be flat. Then, if there’s a break, you can run for the bunker. I don’t really see the point in that, since mostly we aren’t seeing any sustained barrages anyway.

Anyway, it’s weird since there’s all sorts of thumping noises. You just have to learn to filter it out. It boils down to the fact that the not-very-loud dull noises don’t matter. It if isn’t a container or vehicle door closing and thumping from pressure, it could be an actual explosion. However, if it isn’t painfully and scarily loud, it’s too far away to hurt you, and you don’t really need to worry about it. Even the really loud ones can be far away, but given that it could be a close RPG, not as close mortar round, not to far away big mortar, safely ranged BF Rocket, or quite far away car bomb you really can’t tell, so making friends with the floor or your favorite concrete barrier isn’t a bad idea. Our camp is up on top of a hill, so it’s better, because anything not impacting the top of the hill isn’t much of a concern. There was an IED and a couple of secondaries down on the road yesterday morning at about 5:10 AM. I could tell it was downhill somewhere, so I merely prepared to unass the bed. It stopped, and I turned on the radio, but no one called for accountability, so I went back to sleep after a while, in time of course for the other guy’s watch alarm to go off. He sleeps through the first iteration, and wakes up at the end of the second. Can’t wait to get my own container, a room of my own, my own chitter and chower!

They did something odd in the DFac last night. I think their hearts were in the right place, but their brains had not joined the party. It was a candlelit dinner night. Most of the lights were off, and candles had been placed on the tables and lit. On some speakers, smooth jazzy R&B music was playing. You know, the stuff that makes you think of your beloved, or beliked, and how much you miss them and want to be up close and personal with them? WTF? That’s just horrible. Hey, it’s Think of Your Special One 8000 Miles Away Night! It’s ok, don’t cry, you’ll be together again soon…schmucks. Rolling Eyes

PS – they caught a couple of “Got Mortar?” jackasses. Go team! Only one of the two had fired, and luckily it was a dud. For some reason they arrested them instead of smearing them all over the nearest convenient backstop.

5 Responses to “When Not To Run Outside, and Candlelit Dinners”

  1. Robert Says:

    I think this was alluded to by Al-SomeDamnBody saying that they’d have a different way of dealing with the bad guys, on accounts of not operating under the same restrictions as coalition forces. We’ll see if it works out that way…

  2. Imported Comments Says:

    From Eagl:

    Now that the changeover has officially occurred, I wonder if there will be a change in the standing orders regarding prisoners (detainees? arrestees?) It wouldn’t suprise me to see more of akhmed bin-kablooie’s comrades turned over to Iraqi forces after capture, and of course their future would likely be short and not very pleasant after that.

  3. Imported Comments Says:

    From OldPro:

    It’s amazing what you can learn to sleep through.

    I slept through quite a few rocket attacks at DaNang … except when they hit real close … somehow I always woke up for those.

    I think you have the right approach: hit the floor and after it’s over get back to what you were doing. Don’t bother running to a bunker: you can’t outrun anything that can hurt you real bad.

    We had more guys break legs and ankles and such trying to get to a bunker than you can shake a stick at, but I don’t remember a single person who saved themselves any grief by diving for a bunker. If it’s your time, it’s your time.

  4. Imported Comments Says:

    From The Midget:

    Been a little bit since yer last post. Quit slacking off!

  5. Robert Says:

    Yeah, I need to get out and take some pictures. I picked up some genu-wine Iraqi crap today. They have a small bazaar Fridays outside one of the palaces. I expected the same old shit, but happened across a couple of Olympic medals. There were only two, and wouldn’t you know, they were for Tae Kwon Do and one of the shooting sports. So I bit. I may buy some more crap later. Maybe a good Saddam rug.

    Anyways, not much really is going on right now.

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