Live From Iraq

It took several false alarms and countless hours sitting up at the airfield, but we finally loaded up on a C-17 Wednesday evening and made our way to Iraq. We've had to run to the bunkers a couple times so far, but life for the most part it feels like Kuwait. The temperature is much more tolerable here... easily 10-15 degrees cooler. The dining facility, however, is fuckin titties. The first night we were here was "Surf & Turf" night... yum. I told Mr. Hajiman I wanted everything and he gave me... well, he gave me everything. A hearty steak, crab legs, lobster tail, shrimp, scallops, crab bites, hush puppies, cheesy garlic mashed potatoes, and buttermilk biscuits. Needless to say I didn't go to the gym that night. I did, however, go last night. I'm on a program I call "Body by Brandon." My buddy, Hill B, is my new personal trainer for the next year, and if things go like they did last night, I'll come home a new man. When we got done lifting lastr night, I couldn't do a single push-up. When I went to shave my face, I had to use my left arm to brace my right arm because I was so weak. Other than that, not too much is going on this side of the Atlantic. Luby's going to send my mailing address out, and any questions you have she should be able to answer. I'll get at y'all later.

-Dave