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Job: 46R Public Affairs Broadcast Specialist/Multinational
Forces Iraq Webmaster
Location: Baghdad, Iraq
I joined the Army in 1995 at 17 as a 19K1K4/M1A2 Armor
Crewman. I went through One Site Unit Training at Fort
Knox, Ky. I was assigned to 3-8 Cav, 1st Cavalry Division
Fort Hood, TX. In 1998 I reclassified my MOS to 46R/Public
Affairs Broadcast Specialist. Assignments since then
include 2nd Infantry Division (Camp Red Cloud, Korea),
1st Cavalry Division, III Corps, 4th PAD (all at Fort
Hood), AFN-Naples (Naples, Italy), Office of Chief of
Public Affairs-Soldiers Radio and Television (Pentagon/Alexandria,
VA), Multinational Forces-Iraq (Baghdad, Iraq). I'm
married to an IT2 in the Navy. No Children. Feel that
my experience in the military is unquie in that after
only 10 years I've worked at every level of the Army
from the squad/crew level to Headquarters department
of the Army.
Just a simple little Blog, about a complex little man,
in a chaotic little land, covered in sand. This Blog
is a personal account of my experiences and in no way
is approved by, endorsed by, or connected to any government
agency. The thoughts expressed do not reflect those
of the U.S. Military or Coalition Partners.
April 4, 2005
Posted by David Green at 9:55 AM
I actually got to see my first mortar attack the other day. I realize
that for some of the guys out there, seeing explosions and stuff
of that nature is a daily experience and God love ya for it. I'm
a staff guy and understand my job and yours are different and I
thank you "trigger-pullers" for keeping me safe.
Anyway, back to the story. I was standing outside my hooch smoking
a cigarette (please, I've already heard all the smoking will kill
you jokes I can take). I heard a couple of small boom booms off
in the distance and as I looked up in their general direction the
sky lit up, everything shook, and my ears generated a slight ringing.
I dropped my cigarette as I tried to make sense of it all. I realized
that a mortar just hit really close by (or so I thought) and double
checked myself to make sure I was o.k. (I'm not sure why...I was
still standing and the sheer fact that I was able to think about
checking myself out was a pretty good indication I was fine). I
did, however, feel a sharp stinging sensation on the top of my foot.
I was getting ready to take a shower and had on my flip-flops. I
looked down and noticed the cigarette I had been smoking was slowly
causing a chemical reaction whereby my flesh was being turned into
a dozen random elements. Or in other words I was burning a hole
in my foot!
Well, I'm not gonna give the terrorist the satisfaction of being
hurt so I put a band-aid on it and went on about my business. But
at least now I have a war wound :-). Whatever, just thought I'd
Turns out the impact was outside the compound and thankfully no
one was hurt. That's the only reason I feel comfortable joking about
this particular incident. I'm planning on starting a website soon
and of course I'll let everyone know when that's up and running.
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