Five Years in Iraq (Shameless Vanity)

Five years ago today on January 18, 2004, I arrived at Baghdad International Airport on a charter flight from Dubai with about 60 other people to begin working in Operation Iraqi Freedom. It was a mild and cloudy afternoon as we descended onto the tarmac for the short walk into the terminal. The dreary, desolate airport was not operational and didn’t even have electricity, aside from a few lights here and there powered by a generator. We were the only people in the airport, except for a few local national employees wandering around as we lined up just inside to show our passports to a lone Iraqi man who gave each one a cursory glance.

After retrieving our luggage and body armor from a pallet, we were picked up at the front of the airport in three buses by our company’s operations team and driven to nearby Camp Victory North, now called Camp Liberty. We were all quietly taking in our new and starkly different surroundings as we drove past US military tanks and jeeps, anti-missile batteries, T-walls and razor wire. Our adventure had just begun.

I had not slept well the three nights we had been in Dubai prior to arriving in Baghdad, but that very first night on Camp Liberty North, I knocked right out on my cot and slept uninterrupted for eight hours until six a.m. Then, the twelve hour/ seven day of work schedule began and I got busy right away, tracking down a large variety of equipment that had been ordered from companies in several different countries and I began expediting it into Iraq.

Some of my fellow travelers spoke of how they were going to stay for two or three years. I merely hoped to get through the first year so that I could do my part and get back home to resume my normal life. During the first four months in country, my thoughts frequently turned to home and its comforts and safety. Within five weeks of arriving, I experienced my first close-in mortar attack where four mortars landed very close to our office trailer early one evening, shaking and rocking it violently and driving all of us under our desks, reaching with shaking hands for our body armor. The next morning, five people were lined up at the Human Resources desk, signing out and heading home. I was quite shaken by the attack and the thought of chucking it all and heading home was tempting, but I had known before I left the US that mortar and rocket attacks were highly likely and my sense of duty prevailed.

After my first four months, I got to take an R&R and headed off to London to meet friends and enjoy life outside the wire and a break from the hard work and long hours that had dominated my life since I had arrived in Iraq. I spent two glorious weeks reveling in the freedom to go wherever I wanted to go, attending shows in the West End, eating great Italian, Argentine, Thai and other food that did not come from a chow hall and lying in the soft, verdant grass in Green Park, a luxury after being surrounded by sand and gravel the past four months.

A strange thing happened upon my return to Baghdad. I had just arrived on a C-130 from Kuwait and was waiting with a couple of others for the Operations representative to collect us from the military air terminal area. We were chatting while we waited and I looked around at the dun-colored landscape dotted with tents, trailers, bomb shelters, cement blast walls and Hesco barriers that had become so familiar to me and was very surprised to realize that I was absolutely delighted to be back. I had not expected this feeling at all and when I expressed it to the Operations guy who picked us up to drive us back to camp, he smiled and said many other people had told him the same thing upon returning from their first R&R.

After this, I settled into a routine and learned to balance work with a little social time with the friends I had made, became accustomed to reacting quickly but not frantically to mortar attacks and began to enjoy myself. I went to Italy in September on my second vacation and was once again happy upon returning to Iraq. In December, as my year in the war zone was ending, I took 24 days and went home for the first time. By now, I had decided that I could do one more year in Iraq, although I was thrilled beyond measure to be back home for a short while. For about the first three days home, I experienced a form of sensory overload and occasionally found myself somewhat overwhelmed at all of the abundance around me.

The most fascinating experience of my five years here (and there have been many) was the very first Iraqi election day on January 30, 2005, about two weeks after I returned from my home leave. In the days before the election, we all wondered “Will they vote?” After all, that what was this was all about. Al Qaeda and the Mahdi Army made numerous threats that those who voted would be killed. They spray painted in Arabic, red menacing letters, “Vote and Die” on walls in the major cities in the days leading up to the election and distributed hundreds of thousands of leaflets announcing the same threat.

The morning of Election Day dawned chilly and grey and we all gathered in our offices to work and wait. The polls opened at seven a.m. and we collectively held our breath from our very locked down position, hoping and praying that the people would exercise their new liberty that had come at a high cost. We prayed for our soldier friends who had been sent to guard polling places around Baghdad. We were all restricted to camp that day, not even permitted to go to the dining facility on base because nobody knew what was going to happen. We didn’t mind eating MREs…as long as the people went out to vote.

The first two hours the polls were open saw sparse crowds and I began to get a sinking feeling that all of our troops’ sacrifices and all of our hard work would not see fruition. Just as that feeling began to settle in, lo and behold, Iraqis began coming out of their homes in droves, entire families holding hands in case anything happened, bravely, defiantly swarming the polling places all around the city. Long lines formed around blocks, but nobody left. They kept coming and coming as the morning wore on and approached noon. They were proudly waving purple fingers, weeping with joy, and we watched on the TV in our office and wept unashamedly along with them.

Al Qaeda pulled off a few incidents, but they were few and mostly unsuccessful. The result was a small number of causalities, significantly lower than what had been feared. The local populace kept coming out in spite of the terrorists and the polls remained jammed until closing. Even in Anbar Province, where low turnout was expected, there were lines around the buildings where voting was taking place and purple fingers emerging triumphantly from the exits. In the late afternoon, the terrorists began launching mortars at our base and other bases around the area. “What’s the matter?” we sneered as the ground shook from their bombs. “Mad because you couldn’t stop the election?” Their mortars all hit sand and did no more than rearrange the gravel around their impact points. It was not a good day for the terrorists. It was, however, an epic day for us and for the Iraqis. The country was awash in purple ink and every one of us felt the flush of success and the thrill of watching the birth of a new and free nation.

That was when I knew that this was going to work, despite the realization that there would be harder times ahead. That was when I decided I would stay indefinitely to “see this through.” In the years that have followed, people frequently ask me, “How long will you stay?” My reply is “Until it stops fascinating me. I want to see the peace.”

And now, the peace is evident. I have worked contracting, procurement and expediting functions on the construction of coalition camps, Iraqi Army camps and police stations, I have worked with the Ministry of Interior, mentoring and assisting the transition for their Contracting Directorate and I am now directly involved in the infrastructure reconstruction effort, which is moving along at a good clip now that the terrorists aren’t bombing everything in sight.

And that desolate airport I arrived in five years ago is a bright, bustling hive of activity, with shops, cafes and restaurants, clean restrooms and comfortable gate waiting areas. Another 17 daily flights were recently added and more airlines are signing contracts to fly in and out of Baghdad. In just a few months, there will be direct flights to Europe by major carriers, soon to be followed by direct flights to the US.

Godspeed, Iraq and may you continue to go forward and embrace the bright light of liberty and peace.

Thank you Allegra, we can never repay you for your sacrifices. Hope you know your in our prayers. Here is one from the Libray for you:

The Elian Gonzalez betrayal was the perfect example of the difference between the Rat Party and we Republicans. Our outrage for sending an orphan boy whose mother literally gave her life for her son to breath freely was forced back to a brutal dictator by the Rats. The Dems threw everything at this boy including breaking the law and an American family’s door down at gunpoint to throw this helpless boy back to slavery. Conversely President George W Bush has risked everything while being called every name in the book to bring Freedom to 25 million enslaved human beings. One 10 year old boy sent back to Castro’s prison island vs 25 million saved from Saddamn’s torture is Democrat vs Republican.

The Dems say they are for Freedom from all dictators however their actions defy their words. Not one time in the past half billion freed slaves have they been on the right side of history. How difficult is it to wish Freedom for an enslaved people??? The truth is that they say they are for freedom, but they are only against dictators who are friends of America, while supporting every tyrant that hates America. This is what happens to you when you believe any means justifies your ends.

America and especially the Military has made one of the greatest accomplishment in history. They have freed a people who was tortured and brutalized under a madman to be given their freedom with no expectations. These people would be shot for marking ballots the way they did. The soldiers who freed these people and gave their lives for this cause did it for the most noble of causes. They went in to protect our Country and World from the greatest terrorist dictator on the face of the planet and to free the people while attempting to establish Democracy. They met and exceeded all of their goals. These soldiers are heroes for all times and deserve our deepest respect and congratulations. Their families must be busting with pride.

Any political party in a democracy that cannot accept the joy and value of millions of people voting freely for the first time in their lives has lost it’s perspective. The joy and happiness on the Iraqis’ faces should be evident enough, but the Rats have to turn it into an attack on Bush’s policy. How difficult would it be for this Party to say they may have been wrong about the election and the freeing of 25 million people was a great thing for our Troops whom, they “support.” The very least they could have done was to acknowledge that the terrorists are evil and our Troops are the Freedom Fighters.

The truth is that the CommucRats do not want freedom for other countries or even this Great Country. Their ideal utopian model is fashioned after Communist China, Cuba and Russia even though they knew they were evil, the ends justified the means. Like China they see it as a great equalizer if everyone is dirt poor as long as the Inner Circle (them) is taken care of. If you take a look at the clinton Inner Circle you could see the formation of their form of gummit. They wanted to eliminate private healthcare while raising taxes to redistribute income and sending the middle class to poverty. Meanwhile, their Inner Circle; those that survived, became multi-millionaires.

This Party does not want Freedom for anyone. They opposed the bringing down of the Wall, the Vote in Nicaragua, the Protection of Elian, the Overthrow of Saddamn and have been completely exposed by the vote in Iraq. What people have they ever stood up for who are oppressed?? This is a Party that is an establishment devoid of any values or ideas other than the blind obsession of power.

George W Bush and we Republicans were right about the people of Iraq also yearning to breath freely. We are the Party of optimism and willing to take on challenges bigger than ourselves. While the Dems continue to wallow in the quagmire of failed ideologies and broken programs, we are working to make the Greatest Country in the World even better. If a Political Party does not want Freedom for the oppressed of the World it does not want Freedom for America.

While we ride with the Angels in the Whirlwind they are mired in the tar pits of Vietnam. Thanks to the Rats, Elian Gonzales is a slave again under the murderous dictator Castro while under GW fifty million former brutalized and raped slaves are voting their own futures and feeling the cool breeze of freedom. Perhaps one day we will see the statue of Saddamn replaced by Lady Liberty Raising her Flame High for all the World to Dream.

Pray for W and Allegra

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