Attack and Dust

Today has been like a day in San Diego. Well, if you take the surf and cooler weather away and put in fog you would have a day in Balad when the dirt is blowing around. The visibility here today has been around1/2 mile most of the day and here at dinner time it has gone done even more. Not necessarily a dust storm, just a dust bank...just like the sea fog in LA or San Diego. Anyway, I'm not running so that I don't breathe too much of that crap, but of course that has always fit into my exercise routine...no running/exercise.

Funny thing happened today when I was talking to Melody on the telephone. I called home because Matt is in one of his friend's wedding as the best man and I wanted to see how things were going with all of that. Then when he gave to phone to Melody, we came under attack. I missed the warning and just sat here talking away to Melody, mentally putting myself in my living room talking to Mel. When I saw someone walking by with the flak vest and helmet on, I said what's going on? Are we under attack? Uhh yea, came the reply. So sorry Melody, I asked her to hold on a second while I put on my vest and helmet, then Melody and I resumed our talk about her job and the wedding etc. One of those things but at least I got to talk.

Last night however was had power failures again and I have to tell you, that's irritating. First comes the brownouts, then the power comes back around then back down, then back down and it stays down and then finally just fizzles away and there you are...sitting in the dark again. No heat, light, noise and your mind races, is this it? What will be outside if I open the door to my hooch. So I go back to my book. I'm reading "America Soldier" by General Tommy Franks. Very good book and in fact it's giving me some insights on joint operations since he was the CENTCOM Commander during the first part of this war. So take a look.

Here comes another round of rockets and morters that are randomly shot so I got to go. That is that