Under Attack.
Welcome to Camp Anaconda aka Mortaritaville in Iraq! Watch Rene and Alex (a few soldiers I deployed with) run for their lives during a mortar attack. Notice how they don't give a shit.
I joined the Army Reserves in 2001 at the age of 17. I found myself in Balad, Iraq from 2004-2005. I walked around Camp Anaconda and parts of Iraq with a camera in one hand and a notebook in the other. These are my scribbles about my experience in Iraq and returning home.
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Some of the FOBs/ camps I was at didn't get hit often, while some of the others (FOB Kalsu) would get hit everyday.
Usually, 2 rounds would hit and boom boom, then the alarm would sound and we were supposed to go hide in a bunker for 45 minutes.
Some of us knew that if we had not been hit by the 2 rounds, it was pointless to go hide because the rat bastards were only going to fire 2 rounds and run like the little cowards that they were.
Hahaha. When I was over there, like Roller Dude said, a couple rounds would hit and then the alarm would blare forever for no reason because the guys were long gone.
After the first experience, every time we heard a "BOOM!" we'd race OUTside to see how close it had come to us.
That's why superpowers can't win guerilla wars. In 1775, WE were the rat bastards.
Haha, I remember that place. Was there in on 04-05 that place was getting hammered day in day out. Mid year through, you just kind of go "meh" and ignore the alarms. Too funny.
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