in deepest, darkest Eye-Rak. Sure, some folks were worried about IEDs, suicide bombers, and random small arms fire. But I knew we were in trouble when, standing in a quiet village, I turned and saw...
one of our MRAPs being attacked by turkeys.
We survived the turkey attack. Narrowly.
It ended up being, oddly, a productive day. The high point involved digging around in the bottom of a ditch looking for a water pipe. And there's always someone helpful around with a camera when you're digging around in a trash-filled ditch.
We finally found the pipe about three klicks down the road. Because the locals tend to know these things, but they like to watch us flail around for a while first.
I love this job.
04 January 2009
So there I was...
Posted by Abby at 11:39
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