I went over to BIAP on Sunday to see my brother, he is just getting here and had a short stop in Baghdad before moving along to his final destination. I almost wasn't able to get there; there was a huge dust storm that lasted almost two days and grounded most flights. Luckily, my unit put together a convoy to Liberty, so I rode along with them.
My brother is a contractor, he's pretty guarded about what he does and where he goes, so I won't get in to it; this blog is about ME anyway. The set-up that his organization has got over at the VBC is super nice - shit, they live better than I do at home. Well, that may be a slight exaggeration, but it was nice. The highlight of the trip was at dinner when my brother actually complained aloud that his lamb chop was a little overdone. I looked at him as if to say "are you fucking kidding me? I've got scorpions in my bedroom and your lambchop is overdone?" He admitted to being spoiled but his lamb was over-cooked none-the-less.
We smoked a cigar and bullshitted for a few hours, then we had to part ways, but it was certainly a nice day. As far as deployment goes, that is about a good a day as you can have; to sit around with family and smoke a cigar. It was almost as if I wasn't in Iraq for a couple of hours.
The real bitch of it all is that neither of us had a camera; does that suck or what, a picture of two boys smoking a cigar 7000 miles away would have made a pretty nice father's day gift.