I really should call Theresa again and tell her that I’m still alive, especially after the gunfire during our phone call from the other night.
We did the MEDCAP today. The doctors saw just over 300 Iraqi civilians. It was chaos. All these people wanted to get inside to see the doctors. They were pushing and shouting. We tried to explain that everyone who needed to see a doctor would be seen, but they didn’t care. It was unbelievable.
I pointed out that we were going to need a female soldier to search the Iraqi women who were coming in, and they sent us a female lieutenant colonel. I guess that’s why she makes the big bucks.
I got everything set up this morning, and Jimmy Bridges asked if our squad was in charge of the whole thing. “No,” I said, “but I’d rather do it myself now than fix it later.”
I also told LT Schardt that the Iraqi soldiers need to stop shooting video and taking photos of our Strykers. Some major from civil affairs got pissy about it and asked what it was going to do to our Strykers. “Well, sir,” I said, “it isn’t going to do anything to our Strykers, but they’re all open, and there is sensitive and secret equipment inside.” He shut up, and I walked away. Things ran smoother than I had anticipated.
It’s miserably hot again, but I made sun tea this afternoon. It won’t be super cold, but it’ll be something different to drink. I made sun tea when I was in Africa too. It’s like a throw back from my childhood.
1st squad volunteered to do the barrier emplacement tonight. 3rd was supposed to be off, but they got assigned at the last minute. The whole platoon went except my squad. That’s not really helping to get rid of the perception that there is favoritism. I’ll probably lead my own patrol tomorrow while they’re resting from the night shift.
When they left, they went out with four cranes instead of the usual two. When they got back, they had set up 120 barriers. Emplacement teams usually only manged 50 to 60 each night.
We’ve heard a lot of gunfire close to the patrol base tonight. It’s been loud enough, at times, that it’s been difficult to even have a conversation in our building.