From the Soldier side: (I’ll write some more GSW stories later, but with Easter, I had to write an Easter story.)
Somebody asked me the other day what I did on my Iraq Deployment. Well, for those who haven’t read some of my old post, I was in the 525 MKR BG. That’s a Mess Kit Repair Brigade. For about the first four months I took a team to several places in Iraq and we fixed damaged Mess Kits. Our first mission was to Fallujah (right at the end of the 2nd battle), then Mosoul, Telafar and other places.
After one of our jobs in April 2005, we were back at our base in Baghdad in time for Easter. Since we were on one of the big REMF camps, we had a great mess hall with really good chow! Easter they had a big brunch. My team and I were off duty that day, so I slept in late (until about 0700hrs) then cleaned my weapons and gear....normal stuff.
Later, we walked over to the mess hall (about ¾ of a mile away) and we saw our company First Sergeant walking along. She was Regular Army and not a very bright person…but, she tried to do a good job. As we were walking, I said: “Hey Top, we should go invite some of the local Iraqi kids in to have some ham and stuff.”
She looked at me and smiled and said: “Ci Dude, that’s a nice idea.”
We walked along a little further and one of my guys said: “Top, I think he was joking.”
Top just looked at me…with a very confused look. I found out later somebody explained to her that the locals didn’t any pork.
At the time I thought it was funny as hell, but I guess you had to have been there to really appreciate the full effect.