Afghanistan

Time for an update, of course it has been awhile again, just plain laziness for the most part. Left Iraq back in Nov 2009 and headed over to Afghanistan and have been here since. What a difference in the two countries from more then just one aspect. To be brutally honest, I think I miss Iraq. (I know, "he is sick"). I guess one gets a high off the chance of getting shot at, IED'ed or having the "Steel Rain" we came to expect daily in the green zone. Plus I just miss all the people there! So what are the biggest differences between the two countries, MOUNTAINS, MOUNTAINS and more MOUNTAINS. There is a total of 2375 named mountains in this place, with the tallest named Hindu Kush at 24,580 ft. I mean when you compare that the entire country is about the same size as Texas, one can figure out for themselves that it is a bitch getting around. The capital is Kabul which is also the largest city with a population of almost 3 million people. Climate and mountain wise it is much like being in Boulder, Colorado. (That of course is where the similarities end). It is without a doubt, a third world country for so many reasons. Just think of Kabul as a city of 3 million with no rules, and I mean no rules, especially when it comes to driving. The term "Insane" is being polite when it comes to driving around in the city. This past year the Afghan government instituted "Anti Pollution" day which was suppose to limit the amount of drivers in the city, NOT! It did however give all governmental offices off on Thursday's. This was of course, was suppose to only be in effect till the end of March, which this past week they have decided to leave it in place the rest of the year. Yet another case of “Big Government taking care of themselves and not the normal citizens”. These Afghans for the most part are a proud group, loyal to their tribes and families, in a Muslim way. In Afghanistan it is all about the family, they live together, eat together and the children mostly stay within the family circle. It is not until they are of school age that they actually get out amongst the "neighbors". I do have to say that family takes care of there own in every thing. I have many Afghan friends that have told me that this is the most important thing in the Afghan way of life. “Taking care of one's family”. It is very hard to understand the Afghan way of life, but in reality it is what we had back in the old days. Taking care of family! We employ numerous Afghan's who have lost a member of the family, once this happens; it is the responsibility of the eldest son to care for the family. Strange as it may seem, all income goes to the eldest son, who pays all food bills and other related costs. It does not matter what your status is, this is the rule here. Well established hierarchy. It amazes me daily as to how one can smile when they have so little, differently something we take for granted in the states. They are for sure not a wealthy society as we know it back home. The simple things that we are so accustomed back home is a rarity here in Afghanistan. Just as in Iraq, there are only two classes, the rich and the poor. (More poor than rich, sad to say) When I first arrived in Kabul, I was amazed of the lack of simple things, like traffic control, road construction, sewage (underground) and sense of basic support from government. One would think after years of international support things in Kabul would meet the basic standards of life support. This is not the case in Kabul. I have asked numerous people why Kabul is in such dire straits, and was told by many that President Karzai does not want to make Kabul look good as it could affect international monies required to get the country in the 21st century. How flipping sad! Although the amount of public begging in the city limits is like many other countries, once you get to the smaller police districts the level of poverty becomes very apparent. It disgusts me to see how many children are forced to be on the streets begging for money to maintain some income for families. In the states this would be Major headlines; sadly the only thing that is reported by the media is the war effort, not the rebuilding effort, (Funny, reminds me of another country we spent millions of dollars in) where a good portion of our tax dollars are spent. I think most people in the states would be appalled by the lack of basic services provided to the people of Afghanistan. What a shame... On the family front, all is well and things are good. Rebecca finally has some time to herself, as both Meghan and Brendan are in school. I have to say that Rebecca is with out a doubt one of the strongest persons that I know, I wish I had her focus and commitment. She is the glue that holds our family together and I can truthfully say has never bitched. She continues to support my willingness to work in conflict areas, much to some of my friend’s disagreement, wishing that I get my ass back in the states and get an honest job. Fingers crossed I get to go home for a short visit in the coming week.

Update

Ok all, it has been a year since I last posted, this is mainly because of the nature of my current job. I am living in the Baghdad area, still doing the same job just with a different company. Things have been rapidly changing throughout Iraq since the US Military has pulled out of the cities. Mostly all good, of course there are almost daily reports of vehicle bombs, suicide vest bombers etc.

The thing that has suprised me is the ever climbing crime rate. When I say "Crime" rate, and am talking about crimes just as we have in the states, bank robberies, assaults and so on. I guess that is what democarcy gets us. LOL

The weather has been fairly hot, not a bit of moisture and windy. We have had several days in the high 130's to low 140's "In the sun", I say that because I spend most of my days being out in the direct sunlight.

Update on the family

Bec and the kids are doing great, just returning from a raod trip to Texas to visit family. Shelby graduated from High school this year and is trying to find herself, I guess. She has a good head on her shoulders so I am not to worried about her.

Thas it for now, hope to be home next month. Miss and Love you all

Al-Anfal Picture #7

I wish I could remember the entire explanation of this one, I know the bottle represents poisoned milk, but I can not remember the other two's meaning. The three together again represents 182,000 deaths. Each one of the pictures was drawn by a different Kurdish child, as a parent I could not imagine a child that survived, having the memories of this nightmare. So please remember, some say it was the oil, some say it was power, what ever the reason for being here, this should have been enough

Chris

Al-Anfal Picture #6

This speaks for itself

Al-Anfal Picture #5

Again, Kurdish deaths by Saddam's firing squad

Al-Anfal Picture #4

In this picture as you can see, a child is depicting the killing of Kurd's by firing squads, again a reference of the 182,000

Al-Anfal Picture #3

Picture drawn by a Kurdish Child depicting Saddam's hatred of the Kurdish people. The 182 stands for the 182,000 innocent Kurds killed by Saddam

Al-Anfal Picture #2

This picture drawn by a Kurdish child depicts what was found in one of the mass graves. A infant child's body and milk bottle

Al-Anfal Campaign

I was told a story of a genocidal campaign against the Kurd's while Saddam was still in power by some Kurdish friends of mine. I felt compelled to share it with you all as a reminder as to why we are here in Iraq.

Saddam and his team of crazies murdered over 182,000 Kurdish people and destroyed over 4,000 villages over a period of about 4 years (1986-1989). Various methods of killing were used to kill innocent men, women and children. From ground attacks, bombings, chemical attacks and firing squads. This is of course just one of the barbaric acts Saddam committed and was proud of. Wikipedia has a good explanation and time line of events if anyone is interested in reading it. The link is: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al-Anfal_Campaign

I was provided with these pictures drawn by Kurdish children depicting how they feel about the campaign and what happened to their family members. I want to share these with you all, as they are very powerful, and I can only hope that our children never in their worst nightmares, would have reason to draw the above pictures!

Back Again

Well,

Back from another wonderful R&R back in the States. Time flew by so fast I was surprised it was time to head back to the sandbox. As usual, Bec and the kids met me at the airport. Meghan is growing up and gave me my big hugs and kisses. Brendan John Michael is growing up way to fast, and it was great to be able to give him hugs and kisses. Both are such a joy in our life. Bec was beautiful as always and our reunion was everything I had hoped it would be. I am so lucky to have her in my life, as a wife and as my best friend. The only thing that was missing was having Shelby there this time. She has taken on extra classes during the summer break and has done fantastic. I am so proud of her, her life choices and her school work. She is so smart and talented. My next time home, I know she will be there!

This time home I got to do so many things with the family, it was one of my best trips home, playing with the kids, grilling, honey do's and intimate times with Bec. GREAT TIME!!!!

I did as always get play time with the boys, did not get in the golf I usually do, but that might be because of the new Harley parked in the garage. Got in some great rides with Ronnie and others, you just can't explain what you feel being out on the road. Thanks Bro for the rides!!!!!

I have so many things that I want to write about over here, but just have not found the time or energy to get on with it. But I will, there are to many things that need to be said, things that don't get covered by the news, life stories, though they may have been told long ago, need to be told again, as a reminder for those who have gotten tired with war, that we need to fix things that we have screwed up. Or just a reminder of the atrocities that were committed by the Sadam regime.

Bare with me, and I will try to share things, things that are important to the people that have always lived and continue to live in the "Sandbox"

Love All of YOU!!!!

Chris

The Gunner

Well today I am writing from Erbil, finally getting out of Ramadi for a short visit. My visit here is do complete a handover from a guy named Luis Arellano. Luis has been in Iraq now for four years. We have become great friends, co-workers and I look upon him as a brother.

Luis started over here at Buckmaster Depot on the CMC project, this is where I first met him. He is with out a doubt one of the most caring people I know, always thinking about his fellow man before himself.

Luis, was injured over here during Desert Storm while performing duties as a door gunner, recovered and as many others felt a need to return. Hehas honorably served his country both as a U.S Military member and as a civilian. Luis was paramount in providing our team with MEDAVAC and QRF support support when I was blown up. He has received many accolades for his support for other U.S military units and civilian companies thought out Iraq, again caring for others before himself.

Luis - Be safe my brother where ever you find your self, we miss you already!!!!!

Trunk Monkey Productions Video

Well All,

I am still parked in Ramadi. Don't remember there being this many dust storms!!!

Ran across a great video of all the boys from Buckmaster. You all be safe out there.

click link - http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=1b7_1193413613

Springtime In Ramadi

Spring time in Western Iraq can be somewhat challenging to say the least. We are in day four of a dust storm. This being the second one since I returned back from holiday. It just amazes me, how this dust gets into everything. Your room, office and vehicle, it doesn't matter what you do, if there is an opening it comes in. But in the end, you become accustomed to it, I walked into the DEFAC (Dining Facility) yesterday and had to chuckle, as most were sitting in a haze of dust, eating like they were stateside in a restaurant not paying much attention to something that would chase most of us indoors and the local health department calling an emergency. I actually sat there, eating and watching dust accumulate on my plate. By the time I was done you could write your name in the mud. OH WELL

As the title in this post says - I am in a town called Ramadi, which is considered the capital of Al Anbar province in the southwest area of the "Sunni Triangle". This is the area that was the beginning of the end for Al Qaeda in western Iraq. In 2006, Al Qaeda murdered a sheikh and left his body in such a way that it was not discovered for several days, violating Arab custom. In the Muslim faith, both embalming and cremation are forbidden and the upmost respect to the dead is given. Al Qaeda purposely did this in an attempt to put fear in the people, but backfired on them, in fact this caused tribal leaders to band together, forming the Al Anbar Awakening, later referred to as the "Awakening Council". The Awakening had the backing of the coalition forces, fighting alone and side by side with the coalition, driving Al Qaeda out of the province. A great success story!

Rest and Relaxation -

Well, I have to say it was great going home as always. Seeing Rebecca and the kids is something I truly do cherish. Wish I could have seen Shelby, but she is busy and living in Portland. Both Meghan and Brendan are getting so big, and our course, Rebecca made my time at home as enjoyable as possible. I really wish she had some say with the guy upstairs on the weather though, as it wasn't the best weather for outdoor activities, but I did get a chance to get a couple of games of golf in with the boys.

Chris

SNOW?????????????????

If I wasn't in it myself, I would never have believed it. It snowed today in Baghdad and other places east of Baghdad. An excerp from Rueters;

BAGHDAD — Snow fell on Baghdad on Friday for the first time in memory, and delighted residents declared it an omen of peace.
“It is the first time we've seen snow in Baghdad,” said 60-year-old Hassan Zahar. “We've seen sleet before, but never snow. I looked at the faces of all the people, they were astonished,” he said.
“A few minutes ago, I was covered with snowflakes. In my hair, on my shoulders. I invite all the people to enjoy peace, because the snow means peace,” he said.
Traffic policeman Murtadha Fadhil, huddling under a balcony to keep dry, declared the snow “a new sign of the new Iraq.”
“It's a sign of hope. We hope Iraqis will purify their hearts and politicians will work for the prosperity of all Iraqis.”





Near the Iranian Border "The snow tastes like Denver's, slightly polluted"

Someplace Close To Hell

As most of you have heard, things in Iraq have been changing for the better in recent months. It appears that General Petraeus's surge is working. I have been back in Al Anbar province and it is very quite. Most incidents are criminal in nature (Kidnapping, Gun Running, Murder and Intimidation) and are being dealt with accordingly. The U.S. Marines and Army have fought very hard to rid the west of Al-Qaeda and with the help of concerned Iraqi's, who themselves have tired of the foreign fighters, have taken arms against the insurgency, pushing them east to the Diyala Province.

Diyala province covers an area of approximately 6828 square miles, from northeast of Baghdad to the Iranian border. It is a mix of Sunni Arabs, Shi's Arabs and Kurds. A agricultural area, producing oranges and dates. These areas (orange and date groves) are favorite places for the insurgents to operate out of. Making it very difficult for coalition forces to deal with.

I have just recently returned from an area in Diyala, and was amazed at how many displaced families were occupying former Iraqi military bases, blown up by U.S. Coalition forces in the war. I have seen other places up north, that had been occupied by Bedouins, but not 1000's. Fleeing insurgents, military operations and sectarian violence, it seems that an entire city had moved in.

Some of the fortunate have power, even satellite TV and electrical heat, but must had not even running water.

It still to this date amazes me, how they smile and invite you into their makeshift homes. Asking not for money or food, but wanting you to take a picture of them, a picture they themselves will never see.

At some point they will be forced to abandon their squatter town and move to places unknown. I was happy to find out that there are programs in place, to assist these poor people in retuning home or to other locations in Iraq. When? Who knows.........................

All my love to Rebecca, Shelby, Meghan Brendan and my friends

Brendan John Michael

Sorry for no updates lately, my trip back home was the best one yet. Having the chance to spend 2 months back in the states was a dream come true. Lots of golf with the boys and got the chance to have Shelby down from Portland for Thanksgiving.

The most incredible thing was the birth of Brendan. Originally, I was scheduled to depart Iraq on the 24th of September, but Bec was concerned that that would be to close to her due date (Sep 29). I departed Iraq instead, on the 20th, beginning the long journey west getting on the plane in Jordan in the late evening. I arrived in Denver around 1700 hours. Bec and Meghan met me at the Airport, Man it was great seeing them.

Will got settled in at home, and by 0600 Bec was having labor pains, about every three minutes, lasting about a minute, so it wasn't time to head to the hospital. Of course Bec had everything planned, bags packed, Betsy scheduled to come at 1400, of course that changed and off to the hospital we went.

The trip was crazy heading downtown, by the time we got to the hospital, Brendan had decided to not wait and Bec started having the baby in the car. I ran into the hospital, got a nurse, she promptly advised me to park the car, and run back as fast as possible or I would miss the birth.

She wasn't far off, by the time I got upstairs, Brendan's head was out and he was born at 1400 hours. All 7.9 pounds of him. Bec was exhausted, as she did not have the luxury of any pain medications "El Natural". What a women, I admire her for her being the strong women that she is.

Something Special

I have written before that the company I work for peforms re-construction activites in Iraq, but also trys to give something back to the people. Well some time ago a small 4 year old boy (Ali)and his mother (Bartool) were flown back to the United States by my comany, Ali suffering from a heart condition, needing surgery.

I had the chance to travel with the two of them a part of the way, Ali was not very heathly at the time. When I met him, he had a big smile and acted like any other 4 year old, except that his lips were blue and had very little energy. He had a external pacemaker strapped to his chest. I carried him down the stairs of the airport and up the stairs of the aircraft, and he sat on my lap on the plane until we arrived at Al Asad Air Base where I was heading.

They were a very nervous, but I told them they would be fine. (Neither one of them spoke any english)I gave Ali's mom 50 Jordanian Dinar as she had no money, I wanted to make sure they had no problems when they arrived, as you have to pay an entrance fee at the airport. I gave them both a big hug, wished them luck and figured I would never have the chance to see them again.

Well as fate would have it, I indeed did get a chance to see the both of them again! I was sitting in the airport in Erbil, waiting for our company plane to arrive from Amman, Jordan, needing to go to Al Asad Air Base on a site visit, and low and behold off come Ali and his mother. Wow!!!

I met them both in the holding area, they were on their way back to Baghdad. Ali proudly showed me his newly aquired scar running the length of his chest. His lips are not blue anymore, he runs around non stop and has learned to speak some english. The surgery was a success! Ali has been westernized, sporting new duds with the all important "flashing snickers", sun glasses and a Superman watch. Heck - he even had a little guitar.

I only got to fly with them for a short while, before again saying goodbye. I can only hope that they remain safe in Baghdad.

I reflect back on that plane ride now, and I have to say that this will be one of those things, that will remain with me for the rest of my life, seeing and taking part (small part) in something as special, and life changing for a Iraqi family...What more can I say

Kurdistan (Northern Iraq)

Qalah Of Erbil

Hi All,

I had a chance to visit with Luis (Navy Gunner) up in Kurdistan for a couple of days working on some things. Luis and I have been together since I first arrived in Iraq, and we have become very close friends (Brothers). You have people in your life that you can always count on, and over here, you pick them very carefully, as your life may depend on it! I can always without thinking, know he has my back covered.

It was great to get the chance to visit his AO, and once the work was done, we got to spend a couple of hours playing tourist. Kinda of weird being able to walk around without the body armor and guns, but our security team was close by, watching out for us.

We visited the Citadel, which is located in the city of Erbil. This place is amazing, dates back to 7000BC and is considered one of the oldest continuously inhabited places in the world. There is 3,000 people living there, 20% of them direct descendants from the original inhabitants, mostly poor people living in 620 dwellings made from brick, mud and wood.

The Citadel towers above the center of Eril (28-32 meters) surrounded by local shops and restaurants. You can even purchase items like Aimpoint, Trijicon and EOTech scopes and various other must have items for your weapons. (and a whole lot cheaper, sorry Bec, I dropped $300 on a new Aimpoint for my M4).

Well that's it for the update, I am off to Habbaniyah and Ramadi in the next couple of days - Then... Home for a couple of months.

See you all soon,

Love Chris

Opps - As it has been pointed out to me, this post was an update when I had been on a short visit. I am still in Iraq. Heading home late September.

For those of you who didn't know, Rebecca and I are expecting another child. The baby is due on the 29th of September. The plan was to find out what the sex of the baby was, have the doctor put the results in an envelope, and once I returned home we would open it up, both finding out at the same time.

I constantly was asking Bec to open it up and tell me if it was a girl or a boy. Bec stood fast the entire time, saying that we had agreed to wait. Well, when I arrived at the car at the airport and opened the trunk to put my bag away, this is what greeted me!!!!

We have since picked out a name for the baby boy... Brendan John Michael

August Update

Well, as you may have noticed I have fallen behind on the updates again! It has been rather busy, traveling all over Iraq. Since the last post, I have moved from Mortar Alley "The Green Zone" and have been able to relax in another location in Baghdad.

Currently I am at an old British Base in Habbaniyah, Iraq and was actually surprised to find out that the British had occupied the base from 1934 till May of 1955, when it was turned over to the Iraqi Army. If you are interested, go to Google and search "Habbaniyah, Iraq", the pictures from the 30's are unbelievable.

Habbaniyah is on the Euphrates river between Ramadi and Fallujah and serves as a operational base for U.S. Coalition and Iraqi Security Forces. The buildings here are very unique " British Design" and alot are being remodeled for use by the host nation.

I will be here for a week or so, then move on to Ramadi for a visit with Tony H. Poor guy has been living in less then adequate conditions, using a blue bucket for a shower and a trash bag for a toilet, but he loves it there! (Old Sergeant Majors...Crazy Bunch)

I will in the next couple of days be updating since the last post backwards just to bring everyone up to date.

Hi to all the friends and family out there!

Chris

Surreal in the Green Zone

I am beginning to think what normal people in the states would find absolutely disturbing or frightful, we over here find normal. An example of that was just the other night, a couple of us were on the roof of our villa having a beverage and talking. Basically just winding down from the days activities, when we watched an insurgent rocket fly overhead impacting off in the distant.

Most would think that one would seek cover or get off of the roof, Nope, we just looked at one another, commented on what a nice warm night it was and continued with our conversation.

Question #1: Is this behavior a bad thing?

Question #2: Does this mean I have been over here to long?

Really there is not much you can do about it, the sound of a mortar or rocket has a different sound then one that is going to impact your general location. Maybe that is our minds way of dealing with disturbing, frightful things.

I don't really know, Just thinking.........

Bail Money?

Hi Everyone!

I really don't need bail money! I am currently in Eastern Iraq near the Iranian border. I can't say exactly where but it isn't to bad.

As you all know have have moved companies again, just chasing the all mighty US dollar. Actually it is nice being back with my original company. They have a great operation over here and look forward to staying with them for quite some time. Not necessarily in Iraq though. They have operations worldwide and in the states, even in Denver.

They specialize in construction on this side of the house, and looking at past operations, are doing a fantastic job of it. I am in one of the various jails that are currently under construction. We are building mostly facilities for the Iraqi Army, Police and other Iraqi government agencies. This company has been featured on Nightline for a program that aids injured Iraqi children caught in the middle of war that become injured somehow or another. Recently they sent a 5 year old girl to Jordan for much needed medical care. She is recovering nicely, all expenses paid for. Now that is giving back!

Should be back in Baghdad in a week or so, I know that will make Rebecca happy, she hates when I travel! Meghan has finally started to have conversations on the phone now, Boy that just makes my day. Hi to Shelby, I hope school is going well, and I am proud of you. To all my friends, I miss you all and look forward to seeing everyone next time I am at home. GOLF, GOLF and then more GOLF!

Oh and of course Rebecca, time for you honey, I miss you bunches.

That's all for now all, God Bless

Love, Chris

Latest Update

I guess its time for an update...

I had the chance to go home during the Christmas Holidays and what a trip it was. I was suppose to get in Denver on the 20th of December, but mother nature was trying her hardest to stop me. After spending a couple of days in Chicago due to Denver International Airport being closed, and no help from American Airlines (I will never fly AA again) I rented a car and drove. 16 hours later I finally got to Denver.

Christmas was great, spending it with Shelby, Meghan and Rebecca was very special. God how I have missed the three of them. Shelby is turning into such a young lady. Meghan and her get along so well. And of course my life partner...Rebecca

She is with out a doubt the most caring, thoughtful women and man could ask for! I truely do love you with my heart and soul.

To all the folks I got to see and have a drink or two with, Thanks.

As far as the job goes, I have again changed companies and am now living in the International Zone. What a difference. I will update more about that later with pictures.

Thats it for now - Love to all

Chris

Some good things in Iraq

First,

Thanks Ronnie for the great pictures. It is true, the soldiers over here don't shoot everything as portayed by our newspapers!!!!!

Happy Holidays

Well its that time of the year again!

To all I wish a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Years. Thanks for all the support this past year. I will be home for the holidays and look forward to spending it with my wife Rebecca and 2 daughters Shelby and Meghan. And of course all of my Buds (Rebecca has given me a kitchen pass for the first night back to drink a few brews with the boys).

Merry X-Mas to all my friends who are not able to go home, the guys here in Iraq and Afghanistan. Keep your heads down and shoot straight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My special X-Mas wish goes out to Jake Cohen and Jeremy Banish - two hero's that are kicking butt in their own battles. I hope Santa brings you both all that you have wished for.

I will return back to Baghdad early January and can only hope that great things will happen here for the people of Iraq!!!!

So again... Happy Holidays to All.

Bec - You are the Love of my Life

Love you all,

Chris

Rich Watson

Well it just makes it that much easier when a friend stops by for a visit. Rich Watson stopped by while he was in Baghdad. He is stationed in Fallujah doing that secret OSI stuff for the United States Air Force. We got a chance to visit for a couple of hours, ate some Pizza Hut pizza and talked about what we both are doing over here.

Linda and he are doing great, he has less than a month until he gets to go home. Linda owns and operates a bakery in Colorado. When Rich isn't in the military uniform, he wears one of a police officer. All seems well in his world.

My life is about the same. For all of you hearing the bullshit about Civil War, No Civil War. Well this kid here differently thinks the Civil War has started. When varying groups of people are running around killing each other because of their tribal backgrounds, trying to expel one group for another, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see "Civil War". Last night all you could hear was the sound of heavy fighting and explosions for most of the night.

Its a shame that the innocent women and children are caught up in it, tortured by all kinds of means and then killed. For people who fight about what the Koran says, from what I know they don't follow it when it comes to women and children.

I go out to Baghdad International Airport and see family's coming back into the Baghdad area and can't believe they actually are bring their children back. I guess a "Love" of their country.

Enough of that for now, I am counting the days now before I finally go home for the next vacation (14 and a wake up). I can't wait!!!

I'm sure that Rebecca has much planned for me this trip and am looking forward to being home for the holidays, seeing Bec, Shelby and Meghan Belle. And of course the great friends who have supported me while over here.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Years to All

Love Chris

John Kerry!!!!

A Special message from the Duh boys in Iraq!

Gerry's Memorial Video

One of Gerry's close friends over here in Iraq put together a memorial video in honor of Gerry "Dawg". Please take a look at it!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDQQXx5LPLA

Luis, thanks for taking the time to put it together, Gerry touched many of us over here!

More of Jerry's Story

Thought I would add to the last post.

The day that Jerry died, he died a true hero. He died trying to protect an injured security member on his team who had been injured in by an IED just moments before Jerry was stuck down by one. Jerry died saving this man.

I am waiting for the team leader to email the complete story of that day to share with all who knew him. I am proud of Jerry and consider myself lucky to have know him!

I have spoken with Jerry's Team Leader who is having a hard time dealing with Jerry's Death, partly blaming himself because he had made a promise to his team and Jerry. A promise to bring all his men back inside the wire.

I told the TL, Jerry would kick his ass if he quit, Mark... I hope that you don't, your men need and count on you!

Will keep updating Jerry's Story as I learn more. Thanks for the kind words about Jerry. We over here appreciate the support from you all back there!!!

Chris

P.S. Bec, A promise to you... I will come home

Jerry Lambert... A True Professional

I thought when I started this blog, it would be a great and fun way of keeping a record of some sort of my time over here. In the beginning this was the case, but as time has gone by, I find it hard to discuss or write about the misery over here.

But today I must write about a friend...

Jerry Lambert was killed today (October 11, 2006) at approximately 1100 hours, Baghdad Time, by an Improvised Explosive Device. He was working on an abandoned Iraqi ASP (Ammunition Supply Point) near Saddam's home town of Tikrit, providing security for an Explosive Ordinance clearance team that was reducing muntions favored by the insurgents. I can't say much more about his mission, but I can talk about Jerry.

As most of you know Jerry was one of the crazies, always happy, wearing those outrageous gym outfits that only the guys from Florida would wear, hell he showed up at Stapelton for a trip down to CTA wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt, gecko striped "Bobby Brown" pants, that only made it below his knees and puffy colored socks. His colorful stories brought tears of laughter to all.

I met a different Jerry Lambert over here in Iraq. A more serious man, a family man, a man who was serious about what he was doing over here. A true professional, A man who had found God.

I had the opportunity to speak with Jerry almost daily when he called the Tactical Operations Center here in Baghdad, for a communication check prior to going outside the wire. Always in good spirits for a guy living on a mobile site. Jerry sent emails out all the time, mostly about religion, some times jokes. I always read the jokes, rarely read the religious ones.

I don't know why I didn't read them, maybe I have just not been a real religious man, but nightly I do pray for my family, close friends and two boys battling cancer " Jake and Jeremy ". Maybe that's a bad thing, but I guess we all figure out what works for the individual in their own personal way.

After receiving the emergency call for help, doing all the things we do to get QRF, Air Support and Medic heading that way, I found out that it was Jerry that got killed. Later on in the day I found my self looking through my emails trying to find one that Jerry had recently sent me, forgetting that just yesterday I had deleted all of them trying to save some space on my laptop.

As I stated at the beginning of this entry, the misery of this place has almost become unbearable, being here in the TOC, I speak and meet most who work on the project, get all the reports of fatalities and incidents. It recently has become a very dangerous place here in Iraq for all. Not that it wasn't already dangerous. Now adays it is not a matter if you are gonna get hit, its where are you going to get hit.

As more areas are turned over to the Iraqi Security Forces, it seems more and more people get killed or severely injured. Can't quite figure that one out. U.S. Coalition Forces have lost many (2,740) and so have we the civilian contractors - count as of today depending on who you get your information is 650.

I still in my heart believe that we are doing good over here, helping people help themselves. I know that most of the Iraqi populace wants democracy, freedom to do all the things that free people get to do. Up in Northern Iraq "Kurdistan" people live that kind of life today, parks, restaurants, hotels and not having to fear sectarian violence and insurgency. If only the rest of the country could follow suit.

My condolences go out to Jerry's family and close friends.

Jerry... I will miss you brother

Baghdad

Well, its time for an update!!!!

I only returned to ASP 3, to pick up my gear and wish the boys luck. I had been re-assigned back to Buckmaster. My stay at Buck was short-lived however; my company had not gotten their contract renewed. Rumor had it that I was being picked up by the new company at Buckmaster. So I took a 2 week vacation back in Colorado.

It was great getting off the plane, seeing my wife, Rebecca and baby Meghan. I didn't get to see my other daughter Shelby as she was up in Portland with Concha. She will be at the airport on my next vacation home with out a doubt. It is amazing how quick the 14 days went by.

I got to spend some great quality time at home with the wife and daughter, Meghan is growing up so quick. She entered Day Care since I had left, has lots of new friends and more teeth. I admire Rebecca for what she has done while I have been off playing in the desert. Working, bringing up our child and taking care of all the other things that have to be done. It has taken up much of her time, with little left for her own time. It is great having a person in your life, who is your best friend and lover.

She takes care of me that's for sure. I tried to get in as much GOLF as I possibly could. The weather didn't help matters, but I did get in some rounds. Thanks AD DDJ, brothers Ronnie and PJ and of course the Marine. There just is something special about playing golf and drinking with your friends.

Also got to spend some time with the gang from the Federal Center, great time at Jackson's Hole, miss you guys and hope to see you again on the next visit. Mark, you didn't have to pick up the tab, but thanks!!!!!

As I said, the time flew by in quick order and the next thing I knew I was back in Iraq. I am working for a different company, living in Baghdad. This place is no comparison to Buckmaster or ASP 3. I live right next to one of Saddam's old palaces, what a place it is. I am sure that he spent millions building it, I was told that Saddam had a wildlife refuge here before the war started, don't know what happened to all of the animals, but its beautiful.

Oh, I forgot to mention, I was asked the same question numerous times while at home, is it as bad as the news reports, nothing but killings, why are we still there, those types of questions. I explained that it is a shame that the media reports all the bad things and never the good. There are lots of good happening over here, I guess you have to actually be over here to see it.

All the construction efforts, helping rebuild hospitals, schools, communication systems, power plants, roads and bridges. Military units helping the sick and injured. We have police officers from all over the United States re-training the Iraqi police, teaching them all the requires skills to operate and conduct themselves professionally.

So don't believe all is bad, many countries are helping in the effort.

Hi to all my friends back in the US, UK, NZ and Australia. Luis keep your head down up there in the North, kinda scary knowing what an in-coming mortar sounds like. Shelby, please know that Dad loves and misses you!!!

Rebecca and Meghan, I miss the both of you, keep strong Beck and know that I will come home soon.

And to my Buds, hitting that little white ball around...DRINK A BREW FOR ME!!!!!!!!

Losing a friend...

Well, sorry I haven't written in some time, but things have been hectic. We have lost a true friend in the fight to help the people of Iraq. It happened on the 19th of January. Steve E. had only arrived in country maybe three or four weeks earlier. Great guy, always happy and helpful. He fit in right away with the rest of the guys. I had been told the night before that we were short a member on the security team for the next days mission and if I wouldn't mind filling in for half the day.

The past mornings, the weather had been foggy and cold, but this morning it was clear, Steve E. was driving and I was riding shotgun, followed by another two-man team bringing up the rear. We departed the LSA turning right, heading North to begin our security sweep of the ASP. Steve E. was explaining the route we were taking, as I had not gone on a security sweep since my arrival at Camp Mustang.

The area is very desolate, a few structures remained in the area, most had been demolished either by colalition bombing runs or past teams working in the area. There are remnants of destroyed ordinance and scrap every where. The purpose of the security sweeps, ensure that there is no insurgent activity in the area, once the sweep is conducted the UXO personnel can be escorted out into the ASP to begin their operations.

We had finished the North, East and South areas of the ASP, and were just getting back onto the gravel road that runs along our West side of ASP when it happened...

I had just finished telling Steve E. that I was glad I had a lid on my coffee mug, the cross country route being so bumpy, when in slow motion I remember an enormous roar, being bounced into the roof of the truck, black dust everywhere, the windshield turning solid white, I don't remember if I got knocked out or not, but I must have. The next thing I remember is finding the ballistic window from my side of the vehicle on top of me. I looked over to see if Steve was okay, only seeing his vacant seat and the door ajar. I could see Steve's lower torso laying just outside the door, but couldn't see his upper torso.

I yelled out to him, asking if he was okay, he replied "I'm Fucked", I told him we would be ok and to hang on. I attempted to get out of the truck, pushing the ballistic glass out of the window and tried to open the door, but couldn't get it opened. About that time automatic gunfire erupted around our vehicle. Frantically trying to find my M4 rifle, I found it behind the passenger seat, it must have been blown back there when the IED went off. I could hear people yelling outside, thinking they weren't yelling in Arabic, when my door suddenly opened. Thank God, it was one of our own. Both Rob C. and Steve A. from the other vehicle were extracting us from our mangle vehicle. I think it was Steve A. that was yelling at me, "Chris get out of the vehicle, get out of the vehicle" He pulled me out and I attempted to run over to their vehicle for cover, but my left leg have substained injury. Steve A. pulled while I half crawled to a position that I could cover them while they went to get Steve E.

Looking around attempting to locate the insurgents, not finding any I kept close watch on the berms just southwest from us, there were a couple of logical points of cover for the insurgents, I could see a farm about 1/2 of a kilometer and the empty shell of a white vehicle in the same area. The boys got Steve E. behind the vehicle, Steve A. immediately began emergency first aid while Rob and I provided cover. Steve E. was alive but in shock, his face ashened, but still breathing, slipping in and out of consicious. The QRF's were inbound to our location from Camp Mustang.

We were unsure of what type of IED that we had hit, not receiving any in coming rounds, it could be land mines, we relayed this to the responding QRF's. The QRF's arrived at our location coming cross country once they could see us. It was good to see those big ass white South African Caspiers. The Caspier carrying Doc Chew came in on our east side, backing up right next to our vehicle, allowing additional cover. Doc was out of the vehicle and working on Steve in seconds, barking out orders, getting IV's started and treating him for shock. The other remainder of the security team members sent up a 360 on the Doc's position. We called for an Emergency Medivac, giving our grid coordinates to Camp Mustang.

The Doc was feverishly trying to get liquids back into Steve's body, telling us that the medivac needed to get here quick, Steve had received massive injuries to his internal organs and was bleeding out. Suddenly another IED went off about 25 meters from us on the drivers side of our mangled vehicle. Still not seeing any insurgents we continued to provide cover wondering where the hell the helicopters were. Camp Mustang was again called via radio, we needed the copters here now, Doc Chew told us Steve had another 10 minutes to live, not being able to put enough fluids into him.

We were finally advised that the medivac bird was inbound, I had two of the men located and secured an LZ just south of our location, waiting for the birds arrival. Just minutes later the Doc told us that Steve had died, and nothing further could be down for him, I don't remember who was bagging Steve, but looking at him, I could see the tears in his eyes, not wanting to give up. Doc finally made him stop. Doc and others prepared Steve's body for the medivac's arrival, while the rest of the team remained in there positions. It was very quite, all of us not really accepting Steve's death. Steve A asked the Doc to take a look at me, the boys helped me getting up into the Caspier. The doc checked me out, I luckily had received only minor injuries to my left leg, mouth and ribs. I told the Doc that I wanted to stay with the men, but the Doc and Steve demanded that I get on the medivac when it arrived.

Sixty eight minutes after we had ran over the IED the medivac helicopters arrived, the men carried Steve's body out to the helicopter, speaking with one of the medics, they set Steve down and called me over to the bird, I tried to walk but couldn't, one of the boys carried me. The Army medic got me on the bird, I strapped in and the door was closed, Steve would not be making the journey to the Evac hospital with me.

My last view looking out the window as it banked north was my team members on the ground, in a circle protecting Steve's body. I cried on my flight to the hospital, the medic holding my hand for comfort.

I own a debt of gratitude to my men, the men of Armor Group.

God Bless Steve, and I only hope he is in a better place, looking down on us, covering us from above...

A Sad Day

Sorry to say that the insurgents have again inflected injuries to my mates. Without going into specific locations, early in the morning while making a needed fuel run to an FOB, one of our teams was hit by an land mine. The fuel truck hit the mine and the security team extracted the local national driver and beat feet back to the camp. Called in the Army to check the area so we could recover the truck later that day.

The Army cleared the area and the team returned to recover the truck, Army EOD did find a 155mm IED under the fuel truck, but gave directions to move the truck away from the blast area. Our team had just left the immediate area and one of our Ford F350's hit another landmine. Army Caseevac was requested and transported all three of the guys to FOB Speicher hospital.

The two mates in the front seats had been injured, one with a broken leg and the other with two broken legs and shrapnel injuries. The third man was taken as a precaution for shock and possible hearing injuries. I am happy to say that they are recovering at the hospital and in fairly good spirits. It could have been a lot worse, but the Up-Armored Fords have again done their job.

The 101st had just finished up their operation and were dispatched just West of that location on the report of insurgents attacking an ING patrol. Word has it that one of the ING was killed. While returning to their FOB, they themselves were attacked by the insurgents by our main camp, losing the life of their Medic that had stabilized our guys. A sad day indeed, perhaps someday down the road we may have the opportunity for some PAYBACK.

Our thoughts and prayers go out to my mates, US Army and to the Medic for putting it on the line!!!

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Ooooops!

Well, it was brought to my attention that I have overlooked mentioning a important part of our family here at Mustang... This person you are guaranteed to run into during your deployment. This guy listens to all the complaints, from belly aches, muscle strains, the runs, no runs (MRE caused) and colds. The Medic...

Not only do they put up with the same living conditions as us, they tend to be called on morning, noon and night. I wish medical treatment in the States was this cheap. Our current Medic is on loan to us from another company, he's an American, but calls his home England. Perhaps he couldn't find a good pub within staggering distance in the states. He brags about the great single malts and his fondness of good expensive scotch. The camp befriends him like most would a girlfriend, after all, when the crap hits the fan, you're laying there bleeding and busted...The second thing you hear after "CONTACT" is "MEDIC"!!!!!!!

Since my short time here, this is our fourth medic. Troy, has moved on to a position with Blackwater as a Shooter/Combat Medic, Doc Fraser who just recently left for an extended period of time in the states and Pat, finally getting some quality time with family. All great Docs, willing to put their lives on the line to aid the wounded.

Our PSD teams don't have full time medics assigned, all the shooters are trained to basic paramedic standards and do a great job when the medical side of the job requires it.

So doc "Tom", my apologies for forgetting!!! Crack on and enjoy the new job in Afghanistan

Hugs and Kisses to Shelby, Megs and the rest of the clan. Rebecca, I can't wait to see you in a couple of weeks, vacation is in the horizon. I Love you

Filling the well

These past couple of days have been about the same around here, making the earthen berms higher, putting in flat-wire around the perimeter, filling sand bags. You know, the boring manual labor stuff. The camp is beginning to feel like home. Our EOD team did discover a deep well in the vicinity of the camp, containing IED making material. The EOD team considered blowing it up, but the supply of TNT and C4 is on the low side.

Hence, operation "GO FILL THE WELL UP". Armor Group TL Steve and myself got the Haji's and one large bulldozer and set off to complete the mission. It is amazing just how deep the insurgents may go to find things to blow up our asses.

The mission took about 2 1/2 hours to complete, once done we decided, Hell we have a bulldozer, lets demo any standing building, (Boys with big real Tonka toys are a bad thing) flattened them all out. Of course we checked the area for ordinance before haji dozed and as luck would have it, a souvenir. One authentic Iraqi army helmet. That I will take home and hide from the wife.

Well, that's another day gone, and one day closer to going home. New Years is just two days away, and I hope you all drink responsibly, or if not, drink excessively for me and pass out. Rebecca, I Love and Miss You. Give Megs hug and a kiss for me. Shelby if you found out about this site, I Love you too.

Happy New Years

Love and Miss You All

Chris

The Mission

I guess it would help if I explained the purpose of our being deployed in Iraq. From day one since the war, many Iraqi ASP's (Ammo Supply Points) were bombed, taken over and ordinance either blown up or buried by various groups. US Forces, Engineers and contracted EOD (Explosive Ordinance Disposal) company's.

Today, insurgents looking for IED (Improvised Explosive Devices) material are searching, digging and retrieving various pieces of ordinance buried from past years operations, and attempting to use these newly constructed IED's on US led Coalition Forces, Iraqi Government officials, Iraqi Army, Iraqi National Guard, Iraqi Police, civilians and contractor personnel.

For that reason, private EOD companies are working hard to eliminate all such ordinance by direction of the Corp of Engineers. The work is very time consuming, dangerous and usually at some location in the middle of nowhere, each team relying on its self for security. Logistical support for these camps usually comes from the FOB's (Forward Operating Base) or Legacy Depots.

Once a site is indentifed as needing future remediation, a camp is built to support the EOD operations. These camps house all the personnel, equipment and other life support items. Food, MRE's (Meals, Ready to Eat), Water (both Bottled and Non-Potable), Showers and Laundry facilities. If you're lucky you have connexs that have been converted into two bed living quarters. The not so lucky live in Alaska tents.

Security teams at these camps provide camp security, communications with Depots, and other security related tasks. Additionally they provide the EOD teams security while outside the camp walls, when they are conducting grid searches and other ordinance operations. At our camp it is a mixture of security personnel. Highly trained men who know their trade. It is these men that allow the operation to get accomplished, give you a sense of security during the daily operation (allowing you to keep your mind on the task at hand) and that good feeling at night, that allows restful sleep.

I am proud to work with these men, and frequently get a chance to laugh at the goings on here. When you mix so many, from different countries together, working for a common goal, I am amazed at how well we get along. Our security team is comprised of guys from Britain, Ireland, Scotland, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, Canada and the United States.

The stories of peoples experiences, wars that they have fought in, missions since in country, operational successes and failures, I find insightful, sad and humorous. I am sure that someone will write a book about it. We do from time to time get blown up, injured and sometimes lose a mate, but in the end, we attempt to learn from it and track on. It is a mission vital to all !

To Luis A...Great job setting up our camp. I only hope to attempt to improve what you had started. Go Navy !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Santa's Late Arrival

Well, Well, Well ! Santa comes to pay us a visit at the camp, of course his arrival was delayed, I don't think the insurgents like Santa. Thanks to the Ford Motor Company, Santa's sleigh has be fitted with factory armor allowing for Santas safe travel. (had to ditch the flying version of the sleigh due to the no-fly zone). His stay was short of course, other camps to visit, so we bid him farewell, gave him some ammo and off he went. Not hard to track him as he departed, had his IR's flashing.

Christmas Day

Well thanks to Jeff Z, I am now a blogger. I have been keeping a kinda journal about the goings on here in the Litterbox (Iraq). But will attempt to do it now in this forum. Today is Christmas, seems kinda odd celebrating over here. I was lucky enough to travel back to my home camp for some badly needed hot prepared food and a hot shower.

Last nights menu consisted of Alaskan King Crab, T-Bone Steaks, Veggies and Ice Cream. I think after about 2 lbs of crab and 2 1/2 steaks, I had to choke down the Ice Cream. You gotta get it when the opportunity is there. MRE's are not my idea of good food.

I finally got to talk with my loving wife Rebecca, she is my life line to reality. I admire her for what is is doing while I am over here, raising Meghan, taking care of the finances, the house and working. Thank God I have her...

The trip over to Camp Buckmaster was an eventful one in its own right, Insurgents again attempted to blow us up. Merry Christmas Insurgent style. No one injured, day gones on.

I wish all my family and friends a Very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Years.

PS...Somebody better be drinking some brews for me !!!!!