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Iraq ~ Life in Iraq
During
my time here in Iraq among the Iraqi people I have witnessed some
strange things. Most of them while on patrols. My experiences with
the Iraqis' are limited, however, because I'm always in the gun turret.
Gunners do not dismount so all of my encounters are visual. The sights
I have seen I'll never forget.
Right now in the states gas prices are at an all time high and getting
higher, and it blows I know. Yet, if you could see what these people
go through for fuel it would really make you think. Gasoline is sold
here like crack cocaine. Lines to a gas pump in Bahgdad can be miles
long. Every small business has cans of fuel out front. Children sell
gasoline on the roadside in any container they can find. When I first
witnessed this I marveled at how it could happen in such an oil rich
country. The reason is that oil is owned by the rich here, who in
turn sell it to other countries for profit. The people get what is
left over, and thats not much. Therefore, they are forced to find
it any way they can.
I recently veiwed a sight I can only describe as "pure redneck".
Apparently, southern inginuity and genius has spread throughout the
world. I was on patrol in one of the nearby towns at the time. A late
70's model Datsun pick-up truck approached us in the opposite lane.
Now thats no big deal in itself because that type of truck is extremely
common here. It was the passenger in the truck's bed that amazed me.
Standing in the back of that little truck was the biggest and strangest
looking two ton cow I have ever seen. The outside edges of the truck
bed were trimmed in chicken wire. I suppose its intended purpose was
to stop the massive animal from exiting the vehicle, but the cow was
bigger than the truck! How do you suppose they got the animal in there?
I'm still pondering that one.
The Iraqis' are also big on hand gestures. I see them all the time
but I am clueless to what most of them mean. The one I do know is
the thumbs up. The American definition of this gesture we all know,
but to the Iraqi it means something entirely opposite. Basically,
its the same as "the finger" in the states. On patrol
the small children give me the thumbs up all the time, and with
great big smiles too. I always smile and give a small wave, but
then I think to myself "wait, did they just flip me off?"
These children I see all the time, and most of the time it breaks
my heart. They are so small and life is so very hard for them. On
the other hand, sometimes I don't feel sorry for them at all. Like
when they chunk rocks at me in the truck. I won't shoot them, and
they know it. Instead I just point my finger and show them my weapon,
which works. I suggested to my boss NCO that I wanted to keep some
candy bars in the turret with me to give to the kids that throw
rocks. Bewildered he said "why? you trying to win their hearts
and minds?" I replied " no, I want to freeze them and
bean one of those little brats in the gord with a king size snickers."
Unfortunately he said no. I thought it was a good idea personally.
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