Captain’s Log

Regret.  What life story would be worth while without regret?  Gods-cursed regret.  I regret to both admit and to inform the reader that, regretfully, there is likely to be nothing of interest in this log.  The reason for this is my much regretted decision to not join the infantry.  It seems I will be spending my time at war not doing battle, which is my passion and yet still my hope, but rather blowing up landmines and enemy weaponry and unexploded ordinances.  still, I have seen some small wartime atrocities.  I have seen two men burned alive, men injured in automobile accidents, and a HMWWV of six Marines flipped over backwards onto it’s back.  five of these Marines were injured and one of them was scattered about the inside of the vehicle in pieces.  Most of these were men whom I knew personally.

… already I tire of writing about nothing.  Let’s get down to business then.  the situation today is that my squad has been attached to a platoon of engineers which is attached to a group of EOD techs (Explosive Ordinance Disposal technicians) and we will spend the next 30 days or so disposing of weapons caches in southwestern Iraq.  I’m hoping we get attacked.  Seriously attacked, not just a couple of idiot insurgents with assault rifles.  But the likliness of our enemy revealing themselves to us is little to none.  Ah well.  I’ll keep my fingers crossed.  Anything to spice up this banal little … whatever it is.  I hesitate to call it a war.  Well, at any rate I’ve been on more missions than anyone else in the company, and my sapper team holds the record for the most mines destroyed in one day.  And after this mission I will have detonated more tons of explosives than any one other individual in the company as well.  doesn’t surprise me.  I’m boasting, and that doesn’t surprise me either.

At any rate … I’m done writing for tonight.  Likely to be more entries soon on account of this mission.  for future reference, by the way, I’m sitting in Taqaddum.