Liberty, the land of the Fobbits, Baghdad

Hopefully the updates won't come this slow. *dodges random objects being thrown at him i.e. dancing shoes from Livi, garter belt from Erin, snowball from Uncle Rick, placenta from Jaslyn, Arabic book from Hank* Thank you for all your updates though, it is so much easier getting updates from the sources than through grandpa.

I am here in Baghdad playing Musical Chus (Chu is the name we give to the rooms that the army gives for us to live in) for the past week and now they have stuck us all in a tent together. I guess that is kinda like when you take all but 1 chair away but everyone still sits in that one chair. The Army has told me that Baghdad is too safe for me so they are sending me to Mosul. They said I need to take my battalion with me though. We should be leaving here shortly, we are all grateful for the move though. What makes life suck here is the fact that we can't settle in and they keep moving us around. My day's are filled with sitting at my Bradley in the Motor Pool (the name we give where our vehicles are stored) waiting to put something new on it or move it somewhere. I just bought a camera so pictures should be in the next blog. And thanks family for losing (I think Dane has it) my old camera.

Kuwait... a war zone?

It's back to kuwait again. When you first get here you get about a 2 hour brief on finance, what the uniform is, and about the FOB (Forward Operating Base). During this briefing we got to watch a video made by the Commanding General of this FOB. I don't know what he is thinking, but in this video he welcomes the viewers to a "War Zone." At that point the audience erupts in laughter because we are all going to Iraq and most of us have been there before. I would like to know why they think we are in a war zone and do not supply us with any ammunition...

All in all this is just a place to sleep for 1 to 2 weeks until they decide it's time for you to go to the big sandbox in the north. Until then, ZZZZzzzzzzzzzz