A war veteran uploaded his experience of Iraq. What he shared is a collection of images that will offer you an insightful look into Iraq that you have never seen before.
The courtyard of our brigade headquarters.
Overlooking the view from a 700 year old sanctuary’s cistern.
Texas, only 8,000 miles away.
St. Elijah’s monastery at dusk.
The interior view of a bunker’s blast doors.
Shooting the breeze before their shift.
After dawn and 110 degrees, just trying to knock out some as-builts.
An engineer platoon’s normal living conditions while on an extended mission.
Prior to the US exodus, this is generally how things moved. Convoy stops, waits to be loaded. These drivers have tea while in limbo.
“Worst vacation ever” – the shuttle at one FOB.
Me crunching survey data while seeking shelter from the sun under a pre-cast bunker.
Iraqis love their chryslers.
Best lunch breaks i’ve ever had.
Overlooking an outpost where i stayed for a week. just a regular family hanging clothes to dry.
IP walking into his night-shift.
The INA getting ready for patrol.
MRAP with complete sniffing equipment.
As seen from the street at an outpost where we stopped for the night.
Iraqi guard on his way to the shitter stopped to strike a pose for the camera.
One of the smallest outposts we’ve ever had to survey – basically for “as built” documentation. One satellite tower, four mobile trailers, and a HESCO barrier with 16 personnel. Falling asleep here was almost impossible.
Your average platoon-level kitchen. Soldiers would normally receive a LOGPAC once a week and fill their chest freezer with perishables. Everything else provided was on-par with shit you’d find in the isles of a convenience store.
An Iraqi Army officer.
A typical outpost, here from Checkpoint 6. The haze isn’t shopped; it’s from the burn pit located ten feet behind the point, in front of the camera lens.
How i spent many, many weekends and holidays with my wife and family.
Nightfall at JSS India.
At midnight, JSS India.
An MRAP provides direct light which assists a forklift download a container – juxtaposed against [what would become] a gorgeous dawn.
Entrance to JSS India.
A better-than-hasty fighting position.
Not Golds Gym good, but it did the job.
Better than an MRE.
Getting ready for a night patrol.
Yesterday’s sweaty uniforms laying in the sun to sterilize.
Almost ready to roll.
Roll the dice.
“Hey, is that Chipotle?”.
For drinking during the day, for showering at night.
Another embedded fighting position.
Glow sticks for light-discipine.
M120 grader working on a helicopter LZ.
Checkpoint 2 at dawn.
Random Iraqi Soldier after his nap.
Typical pickings at a foreign-run convenience store.
This little fucker wouldn’t leave me alone about a coca-cola.
Iraqi boot rack. Much like them as Soldiers-completely disheveled.
Coalition gym at an outpost.
Didn’t even ask, he just offered his dinner.
After 8 months of heavy usage.
In the early morning rain.
Entrance to a bunker.
Scribbles inside an old, Gulf-era bunker.
Old duece and a half at the boneyard.
Back on the FOB, rolling to lunch.