I’m beginning to think it’s the Army’s plan to shuttle me from parking lot to parking lot so that when they actually deposit me in a war zone, I’m grateful.
I’ve been up since 5 am, when I had to muster for roll-call for my flight to BIOP — Baghdad International Airport. After several more counting exercises (the US Army loves to count), I find myself on a bus with a group of soldiers headed to a Kuwaiti airstrip. There, we load into the back of a Japanese C-130 and after a supremely uncomfortable flight (I’ll never complain about the middle seat on a commercial jet again), land in Baghdad.
