Its been six months since I arrived. The first two were to learn the ropes, but
now I’m the money man around here and those that need it know where to
come. I’ve been outside the Green Zone
on 36 movements through the city, we’ve had 12 car bombs around town, have
attended over 150 meetings, been through six “shelter-in-place” emergencies and
about a dozen earthquakes. Don’t know if
that’s good or bad, but it is what it is.
“Old timers” say its much worse than 2014, but no sense worrying about
it.
We prepare to go out as needed about
twice a week and do what the US Govt trained us to do. I work with good folks and we look out after
each other. I miss my wife, daughters and my friends, and look forward to finishing this mission. In February, I go home for a
few weeks for R&R, then back for the last four month stretch. My counterparts have come a long way and am
happy to see progress, but there is still much to do. This will have to go on long after I’m gone.
Eight of my MODA Class
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