"We won! WE WON!!" Shouted Josh, jumping around the apartment like he had jumping beans up his ass. "We won. We won. What did we win?" Ask Shawn with a clueless look on his face. "A free trip man!" Said Josh with excitement. "A free trip where?" Asked Shawn. "To Iraq. A once in a lifetime chance to go to another country and see what kind of girls they ha...
Oh my beloved Samira... I can still remember her sweet face; her dark, doe-like eyes and those deep, ruby red lips. She stole my heart, and one day, inshallah, I will return to Iraq and find her again. I suppose that for many of you Americans, Brits and other westerners reading this right now, the idea of Iraq as being a 'romantic' place might seem more than...
I am John Derr and I am back in Iraq. This time it is because I want to be here. I have always heard the phrase "to hell and back". Well I have been to hell and back and then back to hell again. I am working for a lot more money than the last time I was here. But let me go back and tell you the story from the start. When I graduated from high school and tho...
This story Falls between The Cowgirls of Baghdad and The Corporal as it follows the main protagonist. ******************** January 2006 As the 747-jet taxied down the runway at Logan airport in Boston, I couldn't wait to get off. I had just spent three days traveling from Iraq to Kuwait to Atlanta and then on to Boston. As I looked out of the airplane win...
Dear Dora, My husband is away serving his third tour in Iraq. I knew when we got married that, as a career soldier, he would be away from home from time to time, but I don't think either of us bargained for being separated so often and for so long at a time. There are numerous support groups for the spouses of soldiers serving in the war zones of Iraq and...
Anne Garcia was in love. The nineteen year old, married now for ten months, stood on the wharf with about two hundred other wives waving as their Marine husbands or boyfriends had boarded a big boat at the Norfolk Naval Base, shipping out to Iraq. She could clearly see her older husband, standing on the rail and waving at the crowd, wearing a city fire de...
Saddam Hussein had no idea how he came to find himself in such a strange place. It was an unfurnished and utterly characterless expanse, though it seemed to be indoors, in which he could not even trace the source of that strong but shadowless light, which made his hands look as smooth as a child's. Surreptitiously, in case anyone should see, he held up his...
Not my usual. I set out to write a revenge story, and I hope that you lioke it. ---------------------- There was no two ways about it: I hated Larry Marshall, I despised Larry Marshall, I abominated Larry Marshall. If his legs were on fire, I'd piss on him alright, but it'd be in his face, not where the flames were. If the fire was in danger of going out,...
He arrived home from Iraq on a morning that was stifled with the scent of things dead and living, some of them newly refreshed and ready, some wilted flowers brushed at his subconscious, rubbing themselves against the scuffed toe of his boots, at which he winced. He looked at the card in his hand; the script was cursive, curly, embossed against the stark rib...
Iraq has two temperatures: hot and hotter. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I was there to do a job, no matter what the weather was like. The reason I brought up the temperature in Iraq is to give you an idea the misery of being there, and how much letters from home meant. Especially letters from beautiful women like Darla. I looked forward to getting a...