"BOB'S" LETTERS HOME - 8 April, 2004
Dang, I keep doing the ol�continuation letters. I hope you don� mind. Lately, I� often called to a mission in the middle of writing.
Things in the last day haven� been too huge. Today Cpt. S. took another dead guy off post to the Iraqi police. I worked on my alpha roster after I ate and took a shower. Last night we received only three new detainees at Ramada Inn. Before that we lost three detainees, released back into the wild.
Yesterday the task force was involved in things but it sounds as if today may be one of our quietest days. I did the foot soldier thing because we didn� have enough vehicles to run around. I typed up leave forms up for guys leaving this month. I couldn� do them here because Sgt. H. fried my office computer and the one I� using doesn� have a printer. So I walked to the CTCP/ALOC where S1, S4 and Commo work to print.
I finished the first three leaves and returned to the Hell Raiser X-ray. When I got back First Sg. R. gave me a list for about 10 more leaves to be typed, plus some staff duty log-in sheets for T. So I walked back to S1 and finished around 12:30. I also drove to Ramada Inn to give the new Lt some zip-strips and got in trouble because I took the only humvee. We must have at least one truck here in case of emergency or in case our Commo goes to X-ray. Plus, I didn� remember the new sign-out roster for the truck. It sucks getting treated like a child. So I walked some 100mph tape over to the Ramada Inn, then back tracked to the S1.
W. just walked in a few minutes ago saying he� almost got to light some stuff up in Kaldiyah. When Cpt. S. went out, there was a firefight across the river. Cpt. S. called in a report thinking it was near his sector but the squad that was in contact radioed their position. I hope those guys come back safely. Last night was decent on detainee guard. I left late because I wanted to finish my second game of Baseball Season on the Play Station 2; no one noticed at Ramada Inn.
When I arrived I heard wild screaming coming from the other side of the wall. They put Fat Boy in a stress position that makes anyone cry with madness. Come to find out that Fat Boy is a hermaphrodite, a nasty revelation. Fat �t�was yelling in Arabic �uck the Americans.�We promptly gagged It� mouth.
I had to kick one guy in the ass a good couple of times because he talked to other detainees. Heck, he talked even with his mouth taped! Another guy tried biting one of the MI personnel so he was also placed on his knees and cried for a long time. The guy who puked on the wall the night he was brought in from the Attack raid was also put on his knees on hard tiles. We had three guys begging for their sanity last night.
Another guy from that group needed to use the toilet so I let him go without his bottle of water. I figured he wouldn� pee if he didn� have water so he was sent back to the pen and had to suffer for his stupidity. It was an entertaining evening.
"Bob's" Letters Home from Habiniyah (near Ramadi and Fallujah)