Everything & Nothing: Journal 8/25/06

This entry is kind of a roll up of the last week. Everything and nothing seems to have happened and I’m gonna try and touch upon each one briefly. (Mostly for documentations sake.)

For starters my birthday was on the 21st. Woop-de-doo! I didn’t expect much seeing as how I’m way out here in Iraq. Then again, I don’t expect much no matter where I’m at. Birthdays are nice and all, but age is just a number. Not to mention I honestly didn’t do much work to be in this world. I think we’ve got the whole birthday celebration backwards. Instead of honoring the person who was born on that day, I think we should celebrate the parents who brought us into the world. The mother is the one who suffered in order to give us breath. She is the one who felt the pain and joy and amazement at seeing something that began within her grow into an independent person. Moms are so amazing. I honor every single one of them. Especially my own. And with that being said:

For my birthday, my Mom devised a Birthday Card Shower. She dug into her book of addresses and sent out a postcard announcing my birthday. She asked everyone to send me a card out in Iraq. My grandmother caught wind of it and followed suit as well. And let me tell you! The mail that came in certainly was a shower! In the last week I’ve gotten over 70 cards and letters from all over the country. (And one from Canada.) They’re still trickling in and I’m wondering if I’ll be able to write ‘Thank You’ letters to them all before I go home! Plus I got a box of presents from my Dad & Step-mom (which, I’m told, my Dad wrapped all the gifts himself. Impressive!), Grandparents, friends, etc. Everyone really pulled through for me and made the day feel a bit more special than the other ones behind me.

Back in Iraq, we had two sand storms on my birthday; one in the morning and one in the evening. I walked into my room to blue skies and sunshine and walked out 30 minutes later to an orange fog. Overall, a pretty spectacular birthday.

Today, August 25th, is my ETS date. That just means it’s the official day that my contract ends with the military. On August 25th, 2000, I raised my hand and swore into the U.S. Army. I swore in with a friend who enlisted at the same time. We said our oath separately than the rest of the bunch because everyone else was going into the full time regular Army. At one point in repeating the National Guard oath, N and I started mumbling a line because we couldn’t understand what the officer wanted us to repeat. We both looked at each other with our right hands still raised and got a fit of giggles which in turn made the officer giggle too. I’m sure he was thinking, “Great. Two more crack heads enlisting in the National Guard.”

At that time, a National Guard unit hadn’t been activated for a war since Vietnam or something (and even then, the Guard was considered a way to GET OUT of Vietnam. ah hem…Bush). Units were barely even used for stateside emergencies when I enlisted (which is the primary purpose of the National Guard) and I had zero worry about actually doing anything important. I had just turned 21.

Of course now that my ETS date has finally arrived, it doesn’t mean that I can go home now. I had to sign an involuntary extension form that basically says that the military is forced to hold me past my original contract. And the date they arbitrarily decided to extend me to? (Because they couldn’t determine how long I would be staying in Iraq)… December 31, 2031. Yep. You read that right! BUT they assured me (in their most sincere Army voice) that it would be changed to a much earlier date once I returned from Iraq. Whew! What a relief! Cause the Army never lies, right? Oh and I got a $17 pay raise on my check for having 6 years in service. With a pay raise like that, the last 6 years make it all seem worth it!! Ha.

Moving on.

Three days ago our civilian computer guys told us they needed to fix the internet we use to check our e-mail. They then proceeded to take apart the satellite and give a piece of it to another group out here. We can only assume that they’re making a little extra cash on the side. Another unit is most likely paying them for their services. We, of course, were not paying them out of our own pockets because it was being used for military purposes. Even though the service isnt supposed to be shut down for another month, they just decided to take it away from us early. And until proven otherwise, I can only assume it’s for a fatter pocket.

Oh, did I mention they’re making a six figure income already???

It’s all total civilian B.S. The contractors that come out here are all just looking to make as much money as possible. They don’t care who they screw over. They don’t care how they make it. It’s war profiteering at its finest and I’m really sick of seeing them push soldiers out of the way at the chow hall (while stuffing as much food into their pockets as possible) or complain about not getting FREE medical service fast enough. I hate that they can get into our Post Exchange and feel no remorse for taking the last of something. I think it sucks that they roll around post in their new SUVs with tinted windows (all for free of course) cutting soldiers off that are trying to walk across the street. I see people like that and think of how much little character they have and hate the fact that American society breeds people to be entrepreneurs without remorse.

So, with much begging and pleading on our part our computer guys finally came through for us 30 minutes ago. They begged/stole/borrowed another satellite head for us. Thus, this new blog being posted while I’m sitting at my desk “working”. I can’t go so far as to say all the contractors out here are bad or greedy. But I’ve certainly seen enough of their crap to have a bad taste in my mouth from the experience.

And a little side note before I conclude. One of our soldiers was awarded the Bronze Star last weekend. He was one of the medics chosen to ride in convoys all over Iraq. He told me he logged something like 6000 miles cruising around the country. Congrats to him!

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Journal 12/1/05

I am increasingly wary of the reason I am here. Everyone back home is always asking for a soldiers perspective on the war. They want to know the opinion of someone who is actually here. They feel like the media is only reporting negative stuff (which is what the American media does with American news anyways) and that the real story isn’t getting out there.

Money. Everything is about money. Every day it’s more and more apparent. Occupation is big business! I can’t speak on behalf of all the guys out there walking the streets of Baghdad getting shot at, but I can speak for someone trapped behind the wires of a military base here in Iraq. Money money money. How much you willing to spend for your comfort? How much are the Iraqi’s willing to spend for their freedom? For $5 you can have a Whopper or a burned copy of the latest Batman movie. For $100 you can get a memory card to store all the pictures on your $300 digital camera… you can snap shots of the F-16’s screaming by in the air or pose next to your new laptop computer with a brand new $15,000 satellite internet connection! The U.S. army is fighting for space next to the army of civilian contractors here doing everything from telephone wiring to plumbing to giving pedicures in the salon! (And you can have that too for $20!) Big business. Tourist attractions. This is just another place for someone to make a buck. There’s a sinking feeling in my stomach that our reason for being here is purely for monitary gain of some pig in a suit sitting in a comfy office high atop a skyscraper in “any metropolitan city”, USA.

We make our money to hand it right back to them. We can’t help it. We are consumers. Even in war we are consumers. And us Americans are bred so dependent on “stuff” and “comfort” that we gladly turn our checks right back over to them.

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