OK, the plan was to celebrate my 33rd birthday (what's wrong?) with a little visit to the pool in the morning, do-whatever time in the afternoon, and top it off with a Cuban cigar and a non-alcoholic Coors while sitting outside my room watching the sun set. Not too lofty or over-the-top, right?
So, I'm up at 0915 to head to the pool before it gets unbearably hot. I get ready, open the door, and step into a brown world of blowing sand. An unwanted visitor had arrived during the night named Mr. Sandstorm. I scratched the pool plan and went back to bed. :)
The do-whatever in the afternoon was moderately successful save for the higher alert status issued for the base around noon. (Which technically means that you are supposed to be in your vest, helmet, and full gear if you go outside. Do they know how hot and heavy all that stuff is?? Silly rules are for silly people is what I say.) As I have mentioned (I think) when there are sandstorms the local trouble makers get frisky and lob mortars into the base. The gunships don't fly in bad weather so Ahmed feels a little safer. Well, this sandstorm was pretty bad so we have received incoming rounds all day long. Maybe they are shooting them as fireworks for my birthday?? Could be.
The "guest" also messed up the sit outside plans because of the dusty haze and 30 mph winds. Wow, what a stinky (literally too) birthday Iraq gave me. Thanks alot. I have half a mind not to have any more over here if this is the best this country can do. Just sayin.....
Let's recap:
NO YES
pool time incoming rounds
b-day cake a pop-tart
cigar brown out
beer 1.5 gallons of water
presents laundry pick up
Go ahead and do one big collective "awwwwwww poooor baby" and get it over with. Ok, good. I know I certainly feel better now. Thanks.....and Stay classy, America.
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