THE SOUND |
June 20, 2007
Posting date: 6/20/07
Stationed in: Baghdad, Iraq
Hometown: Phoenix, AZ
Milblog url: airborneparainf82.blogspot.com
Email: [email protected]
"Overwatch = Watching Over." Yeah, leave it to the Army to oversimplify. Another example; for radio checks, someone somewhere some time ago came up with the phrase "Lima Charlie", meaning "Loud and Clear". Saying "Lima Charlie" takes four syllables, and "Loud and Clear" is only three. And yet, everyone always has to say "Lima Charlie". Stupid.
Anyhoo, yesterday was yet another day of boringness, which is all it seems to be lately. We went to this one place to watch over this other place. Nothing exciting to report. Sorry. Just lots of watching and a little bit of being cold.
The only thing noteworthy occurred when we were heading back, going around in some of the back alleys. The way out had been really jacked up, and we had gone out of our way because we didn't want to be seen. On the way back we decided to try to find a shorter route. We did, but it involved climbing this big nasty mountain of trash, then hopping down from a wall. The wall was about seven feet high. This might not seem very high, but considering the amount of gear we have on (probably 60 pounds or so) it's a long way to fall.
I made my way up the mountain of trash, and was just getting ready to hop down when I heard this sound -- loud, like a fog horn going off. I froze in my tracks, thinking it was some kind of warning horn saying "Americans are in the area!" Oh shit, here we go...But after about ten seconds the sound started changing, and that's when we realized -- it was a donkey in somebody's backyard. What the hell! Scared the ever-living piss out of me. Hahaha!
So I proceeded to hop down and totally eat shit like everyone before me. I had more gear than usual too. Since only a few of us had gone to this place I had taken a team member's automatic rifle with me, plus all his ammo. It hurt landing, and I don't think my knees have quite forgiven me yet.