Life in Baghdad
I’ve decided to take a break from expressing opinions about anything going on in Iraq. What do I know? I’ve never lived there.
But Zeyad has. So has Nabil.
This entry was posted on Monday, November 27th, 2006 at 9:10 pm. You can subscribe to comments on this post through its RSS feed.

on November 28, 2006 at 6:01 am Lynn wrote:
Moe, Elton’s son just returned to Fairbanks yesterdat after over a year in Iraq. We can all breath a sigh of relief that he’s home but I doubt if his emotional journey is over.
on November 28, 2006 at 2:28 pm Tom wrote:
I just had dinner with a friend and her husband, who is back for two weeks from driving fuel trucks to and from Fallujah. He’s ostensibly done in March (though he’s heard that one before), and eager (obviously) to get home for good. What I found interesting was that while I happen to know his political views don’t particularly support this mess, he never bitched about it on a political level. And we were a very eagerly anti-war crowd — he would have had seven very open sets of ears to complain to. I mean, he’s a very easygoing type anyway, but I found it striking that he (and apparently his friends there) are just doing their jobs for each other more than anything else, and they’re all just trying to get by. I can’t imagine having the strength to get up every day in that environment, put your armor on one leg at a time like any other guy, and keep a good attitude while spending yet another day just trying to not get blown to bits. And he’s one of the older ones — there are so many kids there now.
I’m glad the hate-the-vet attitude from Vietnam is over — politics aside, these people are over there stuck ass-deep in it while the rest of us gripe about it from our 135-degree seated positions.
I don’t know who Moe (or Elton, for that matter) is, but welcome him home and thank him from all of us here in Chicago!
on November 28, 2006 at 3:55 pm Doug wrote:
Elton is Megan’s mother Lynn’s boyfriend, and Moe is his son.
I agree, it’s cool the professionalism of some of the people who do these extremely dangerous jobs. Frankly, it’s probably easier to get over-wrought about these things here, where we don’t need to stay sharp in order to stay alive.
(Profound words written over a glass of wine at my desk …)