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- 240 - Big machine gun
- 50 Cal - Bigger machine gun
- ACH - Army Combat Helmet
- ACU - Army Combat Uniform
- AWOL - Absent Without Leave
- AWT - Air Weapons Team (helicopters)
- BP - Battle Point (guard position)
- CHU - Containerized Housing Unit
- COP - Combat Observation Post
- DFac - Dinning Facility
- EOD - Explosive Ordnance Disposal
- EOF - Escalation of Force
- FOB - Forward Operating Base
- GOI - Government of Iraq
- HVT - High Value Target
- IA - Iraqi Army
- IED - Improvised Explosive Device
- IP - Iraqi Police
- MRAP - Mine Resistant Ambush Protection (my new vehicle)
- MWR - Moral, Welfare and Recreation Center
- NODs - Nightime Occular Device
- OP - Observation Post
- OpSec - Operational Security
- OTV - Outer Tactical Vest (body armor)
- PID - Positive Identification
- PX - Post Exchange (store)
- ROE - Rules of Engagement
- SAW - Squad Automatic Weapon (machine gun)
- UXO - Unexploded Ordnance
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January
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- Elections tomorrow
- Posture
- 15 Minutes Prior
- Crusher
- Two Days Before The Day After Tomorrow
- The Day After Tomorrow...
- Clothes
- Euro heaters?
- Army Speak, V2.0
- What I miss most about America...
- Saddam, the mother of all jokes
- KP
- Where are the young men?
- President Obama
- Meet the new boss, much worse than the old boss.
- 20 Jan, 2009
- Trash
- Animals, pt 2
- My neck
- Armed Forces Network
- Mister, mister, football?
- Bedouin
- English as a second language
- Sandy times at Iraqi High
- I'm an excellent driver
- Food, part 2
- The Army, it changes you
- location, location, location
- The weather outside is weather
- Who is your daddy, and what does he do?
- Mosque
- I'm late, i'm late, for a very important (redacted)
- Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
- Strange, very strange
- Unclean Animals
- Army-speak
- My CHU
- My flight in
- Major Potts
- Greed
- Ugandans
- My FOB
- I'm in Iraq
- My Address
- Is Humanity Doomed?
- Food
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3 comments:
FYI: My mom's 5th graders are writing you letters. Apparently she told them the 'egg story' from our junior year in college to help them get to know you.
Just so you know whats up when you get 20 letters from 5th Graders at Arendtsville Elementary... and they all reference the 'squirrel in my potato chip bag!'
"no! no! get out!"
Speaking of elections, word on the street is that you're a "self-described Huguenot."
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