Mr_Sandman's Blog

We sit and laugh in the 136 degree Iraq sun
We talk about fast food....beer.... and women
A life we miss from back in the states
With some sense of security we unwind....after all we are in a secure perimeter

I light up a black and mild cigar.....as my buddy Cambel says "give me a drag Pippin"

Pulled back to reality.....we hear gunfire close by
Standing up to get a better look......____!!!...we dont have our gear on
GET YOUR _____ING KEVLARS ON.....our NCO yells!!!

Running to get suted up...........An explosion....as the shockwave sucks the air away
Tripping because I turned around.............. black smoke begins to rise
A volley of bullets..........non stop hit the buildings all around us

Just clearing the door of the bombed out building we were staying in.......A huge explosion knocks what is left of the broken glass out of the frames in the windows, as dust falls from the cracks in the celing

Over the radio......our wepons cashe is on fire.....all we had seized from weapons raids
about 6 tons....50 cal bullets, land mines, mortar rounds, rpgs, it was all going up
Like an earthquake the ground never stopped rumbling
Hot schrapnel.....falls all around us as it catches things on fire

EVACUATE THE BSA!!!.....repeated over the radio.....Weapons, ammo, and flack vests only
So much smoke.......we can hardly see....I dont want to leave behind my letters from home,
I get as many people in my humvee as I can.....I drive through the smoke that I cannot see in

In the middle of Mosul....we sit.....weapons at the ready....as we hear over the radio...calls for med evac

On soldier lost his leg that day......he didn't get out fast enough, and a chunk of shrapnel nearly severed his leg

Here is the link to my PTSD blog on windows live spaces
http://mrsandman782000.spaces.live.com
You will prob have to copy and paste it