Targeted with 9 IEDs, 3 were direct hits on my truck. My squad got hit twice in 15min on our way to BIAP one morning. Patched and loaded a lot of good friends into medevacs. My worst hit had me off missions for 6 days before I had my whits back about me. The rest of my bangs, bruises, and dislocated shoulder were all essentially return to duty or didn’t bother going to the camp hospital anymore. Was hard to bitch about some debris/shrapnel peppering and superficial burns when your buddy lost his leg last week.
I was the commander’s driver/PSD detail. Sister company was in Al Hilla. We had a platoon in the green zone for a while at the embassy, two up at Ashraf, and the rest of the company at Camp Muleskinner/Cuervo/al-Rustimayia. We had to do morale and welfare checks, deliver mail, and other ass and trash missions to those outlying platoons. We then got OPCON’d to 3BCT 1st Cav, who was in the Green Zone and owned western Baghdad. So just to get to work or command meetings, we drove half way across Baghdad or to BIAP/Victory. The commander was amazing to his troops, so we took all the logistic/passenger runs to BIAP to give our line platoons down time. This meant I was driving RTE Irish 3 times a week.
Kicked in doors with 2nd ACR before they went home from OIF1. Helped retake parts of Sadr City when the Mahdi Army decided to take the gloves off April 4 and slap 1st Cav around a bit. Was napping in my truck 200m from the Green Zone cafe and bazaar when they were bombed in October.
I had reupped for Japan while In Iraq for that money, and well it’s Japan. I successfully avoided the PEB/MEB there in order to just finish our my contract... with the coveted permanent breathe at own pace and distance profile. In hindsight, I should have taken medical retirement. Army put me on orders with 128 days till ETS, for the next company back into the sandbox. Regimental assignment manager told me “your break is over, you’re needed back on the line”. Decked those orders before the printer toner was dry. This lead to a series of very one sided conversations about my future and re-enlisting to meet those orders, and with every senior NCO on post. They stopped lecturing when I told a CSM with USAG-J, “I already have a Purple Heart, I don’t want a second posthumously”. He got my point and I was left alone to just GTFO.
I am absolutely lucky to be around today and with all my digits still attached. By all rights, I should be dead. I try not to take it for granted.