Swimming In Iraq
Here's another story to tell. It's a little more serious than the last but still a good one to tell. It goes a little like this..... There was this one night. It was like any other night. Cold, still wet and muddy from the rain, and BORING!!!!! I was on a patrol outside the wire with a lazy Sergeant and an idiot for a machine gunner. I was just another rifleman that night. Which was differrent b/c I am usually a machine gunner, gunner for short. We had just got done eating chow when we got the call over the radio. My buddy Jared was on dispatch that night so he called us. The Army guys we were working with reported that they saw tracer fire about 300-400 meters southeast of the base perimeter. So my patrol and one other were hauling ass through the desert to get there. We were all like, finally some action!!! When we finally got there we were at the Tank Berm. The Tank berm is this huge man made hill. When Saddam was in power, he had it bulit so no tanks could effectively attack the base. As soon as we get there I jump out with my night vision googles and climb up the berm. I was there for about 30 mins and we decided to leave. On our way back we got called to go to Tower six, which is on the southeast corner of the base perimeter. When we got there, the Army told us they saw more tracer fire straight out from the perimeter. So we all dismounted the vehicle and started walking out towards the berm. We got all the way to the berm but we couldn't get on top of it b/c there was a mud puddle in front of us. I call it a mud puddle but is was more like a freaking lake. We were discussing how we were going to cross this when about that time we saw a tracer round go straight up in the air about 100 meters in front of us. We didn't see excatly where it came from b/c we were behind the berm. So I decided right there I was going on way or the other. It was only 30 feet to the other side so I was thinking it couldn't be that deep. As soon as I stepped in the mud, I sank to my shins. And before I knew it, I was up to my freaking waist in Iraqi rain water. After I got across, I climbed the berm. I was up there for over an hour, frezeeing my ass off, and didn't see a thing. Whatever shot that round got the hell out of there. I climbed back down and went to my tent and changed into some dry clothes. After that night, I promised myself that was the last time I was going to go swimming when it was 30 freaking degress outside.

Swimming In Iraq
Here's another story to tell. It's a little more serious than the last but still a good one to tell. It goes a little like this..... There was this one night. It was like any other night. Cold, still wet and muddy from the rain, and BORING!!!!! I was on a patrol outside the wire with a lazy Sergeant and an idiot for a machine gunner. I was just another rifleman that night. Which was differrent b/c I am usually a machine gunner, gunner for short. We had just got done eating chow when we got the call over the radio. My buddy Jared was on dispatch that night so he called us. The Army guys we were working with reported that they saw tracer fire about 300-400 meters southeast of the base perimeter. So my patrol and one other were hauling ass through the desert to get there. We were all like, finally some action!!! When we finally got there we were at the Tank Berm. The Tank berm is this huge man made hill. When Saddam was in power, he had it bulit so no tanks could effectively attack the base. As soon as we get there I jump out with my night vision googles and climb up the berm. I was there for about 30 mins and we decided to leave. On our way back we got called to go to Tower six, which is on the southeast corner of the base perimeter. When we got there, the Army told us they saw more tracer fire straight out from the perimeter. So we all dismounted the vehicle and started walking out towards the berm. We got all the way to the berm but we couldn't get on top of it b/c there was a mud puddle in front of us. I call it a mud puddle but is was more like a freaking lake. We were discussing how we were going to cross this when about that time we saw a tracer round go straight up in the air about 100 meters in front of us. We didn't see excatly where it came from b/c we were behind the berm. So I decided right there I was going on way or the other. It was only 30 feet to the other side so I was thinking it couldn't be that deep. As soon as I stepped in the mud, I sank to my shins. And before I knew it, I was up to my freaking waist in Iraqi rain water. After I got across, I climbed the berm. I was up there for over an hour, frezeeing my ass off, and didn't see a thing. Whatever shot that round got the hell out of there. I climbed back down and went to my tent and changed into some dry clothes. After that night, I promised myself that was the last time I was going to go swimming when it was 30 freaking degress outside.