Do you want to know what its like? This place, this uneven cracked dry ground beneath my feet. The dust it stirs in the wind covering all surfaces, it leaks through holes and cracks consuming all. The heat hotter and more potent than a burning flame. I shower and bathe to get this grim off my skin, with the sweat driping off my flesh. I let all the pain pour off, all the discomfort. As I dry myself, cloth myself, and walk out of the showers, my efforts were to no avail. For walking 60 yards back to my tent, I am already drenched in sweat and covered in dirt. The food is the same, bland stuff as always. They allow the iraqis to work on the base, while some are harmless, others are willing to steal from you and harm you. To not know if you are going to wake, because mortors hit around you as you sleep. You hear stray bullets flying over sometimes. Dreams of home so vivid so real, yet to awake and find you yourself in hells inferno, it is too much to bear. As always, I say, "Ask me anything about this place and I will tell you the truth". Sometimes the truth is just too real for people. So I ask you before you ask me....Do you really want to know what its like?
Copying this work to another webpage without author permission is plagiarism.
Plagiarism is a misdemeanor, usually punishable by fines of $100-$50000 and up to one year in jail.
Comments on What its Like