More about Iraq..
The people here are strong and hardworking. They have an extremely different culture than ours. Almost like they missed out on the whole concept of chivalry. If you ask them a question, they will probably answer with what you wanted to hear. You have to ask for the truth on the matter to get what they really know. If they don't know the answer, they lie. It is considered almost dishonorable to not know.
One speaks good about another in their presence and puts them down when their back is turned. The interpreters do it here a lot in an attempt to elevate themselves above their peers. Although this works in our favor.
The Iraqi's speak with their hands a lot too. I only know a few signs at the moment.
Setting the scene at home..
I live at a place called Camp Charlie. It is rather small with under 100 american soldiers. There are many Polish (don't forget Poland), Latvians, El Salv's, Mongols, Slovic's, and more i don't know. We have a small PX inside a trailer that serves most of our needs. If we need something different, we can goto the Hodgi store and talk to Mr. T who can "get anything". We have a small (former iraqi) pickup truck we ride around Camp with. Everyday the Polish can be heard shooting cats and dogs who wander a little too close to the camp. Smoot and I have made friends with some Maintenance guys who keep us stocked with new parts for our UAHMMWV. Hopper, our team leader, ordered some Diet Pepsi from the PX because he is a Diabetic and they sent two whole pallets free as a promotion deal. He is quite happy.
Smoot started a bonfire the second day here and burned everything in sight. Including some peoples chairs and everyone's little wooden step to their connex. This created a rather large fire, probably the biggest bonfire here yet, causing all the polish communication wires to burned and melted. We insisted they should have put the wires higher.
Well, i'm going to go eat and take care of some stuff. I'm going to try and call Mom later today.