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 !!!!!