Escort.

This morning we were supposed to wake up at like 5 something so we could do PT. The whole PT thing in Iraq kinda erks me. I mean, we run missions all day long and then most nights, but for some reason we still have to go to the gym. Whatever.

So the guy who does wake ups for everyone shows up at our room at 8 to wake us up (jackpot!). So we went out to the trucks, did the whole morning routine, then we chilled in our rooms for a little while. Right about lunch time (as usual) we got a mission call. I seriously think that Al Qaida has like a hunger meter or something. Cause EVERY time we get called out for EOD its at meal time. It's super frustrating.

So we all rolled down South to blow up an IED. The area where we were is pretty secure, so we all turned into the stereotypical tourist and busted out the cameras. I think I took like a hundred pictures today. Of nothing. And as usual, I left my camera on the truck. So you're all out of luck until I get the motivation to go out to "Stephanie" as my gunner has so affectionately named our truck. I disagreed, I wanted something awesome like "Super Killer" or "Mega Destroyer"

And now I have another mission