The story continued…
After we returned to the base, I had to quickly grab my rucksack and turn my key to my can in. We knew earlier that we would be cutting it close time wise so we were packed and ready to go. The journey from this base to Camp Ramadi was less than 10 minutes long. Before pulling out, we were informed to watch out for vehicle borne IED’s since their was speculation of about a dozen in the Ramadi area. Great, just what I need to know….that every car I see can be an IED. Needless to say, we arrived on Camp Ramadi without any incidents.
We had some time between movements so I decided to take a little nap in our unit’s old supply room. We linked up with our rides sometime before midnight. I was under the impression we were going to go the long way down to Camp Corregidor since the main route through Ramadi had been deemed “black” which means you wanna stay off of it. Who was I kidding? These yahoo’s not only turned to head down the main route like bats out of hell, we did the trip in white lights!!!! What I mean is, instead of using the neat little black out drive and use night vision devices, we drove down like we were back on the block! To top it off, their was still a curfew in the city so no vehicles should be out. Now, I wasn’t worried about our boys shooting us up, they know when military vehicles will be passing through. I was more concerned with the smart insurgents who camp out in the shadows and wait for convoys to come blazing by in white lights. The only good thing was we were driving like Indy Car racers on a road course zipping between lanes and through concrete barriers. Once or twice I could imagine the driver of the humvee I was in clip one of these concrete barriers doing like 55 MPH and flip it over like a Hollywood movie stunt. We got to Corregidor in record time without incident.
We spent about 2 days down at Corregidor doing some paperwork. I got another 4 guys to re-enlist in the military. It’s true, money talks cuz some of these guys are doing it strictly for the money.
After those 2 days, we headed back to Camp Ramadi to fly back to Al Asad. We get there and the first day there are no flights. Practically all of Iraq was covered in sandstorms and visibility was just above zero percent. So we went back to our little sleeping area and crashed for the night. We couldn’t fly until later on in the day so I just read a book. Nothing else to do but read. I had picked up the latest Michael Crighton book called “State of Fear”. It is a great book, one of those hard to put down types. I know because I finished it in 2 days!!!! Over 600 pages in 2 days….. We wound up getting stuck at Camp Ramadi for 3 days due to sandstorms and everybody and their brother was trying to fly during the 3 days of non flights. The day we did get to fly, I was hoping to fly in a Blackhawk. I am yet to fly in a Blackhawk in my military career. I have flown in Chinooks and Sea Stallions and everything in between those two that the Navy and USMC fly. But now we have some Army units with Blackhawks flying the routes and I was soooooooooooo hoping…. Well guess what? I didn’t get to fly in a Blackhawk that night either!!!!!!!!! I couldn’t be so lucky to fly in an Army helicopter…noo! Oh well, I would say maybe next time I fly but their aint gonna be a next time. I am tired of getting stuck all over this damn hell hole. I think I will let Matt make the next couple of trips but one thing’s for sure, the next time I fly its on that big, big plane taking my happy ass to Kuwait…….