There is humor that a lot of people wouldn't get. You might hear laughter from the barracks that makes one expect that Laurel and Hardy had risen from the grave to do a routine with the three stooges, followed by an en core of the Marx Brothers and Charlie Chaplin. But the men laughing are no professional comedians. They are still nonetheless hilarious. They can tell a joke that will have you laughing so hard your sides split and you are sure you ruptured something. I've seen jokers and pranksters, pull the silliest stunts, and I've seen a strait arrow, completely deadpan, cause a whole platoon to lose military baring and literally roll on the floor laughing.
There were so many stray dogs that seemed somehow to attach themselves to the soldiers there. We love them as if they were our own, and the puppies, and full blown dogs. They can be a ray of sunshine, and we try hard not to take it into account that they might be riddled with fleas and potentially diseases. The Dogs were our friends, if only temporarily.
Even the sunrises and sunsets can be so beautiful as to render one speechless. Even in war. Perhaps it is because of the war that such sights can have greater significance.
|Zarrah, a small Iraqi girl (8 in this photo) who lived in the clinic next to FOB Dibbis|
|Hannan, Zarrah's sister, who was a year younger than her sister. She is now married.|
|Hannan wearing my Kevlar helmet.|
|Soldiers of C 2/11 FA handing out cleats to the Baseball team they set up|
|During the baseball game the forcepro was swamped with kids|
|Spc Azarius of C 2/11 FA handing out candy|
|Cpl Emerson and SFC Mays with the Iraqi children of Kamalayah.|
For my part, the thing that kept me going, that kept me believing in what I was doing that we were doing a good thing. I think that there are a lot of men and women out there that have seen that Iraq had a ton of people and more importantly children that are worthy of saving.
War is not all death and destruction. We should remember that, when we write the histories of the past decade.