When we arrived at the Baghdad airport we had to offload and sort all of our gear from the other units that were on the plane with us. By now the sun was up and beating down on us and we had several hundred heavy bags to sort and then reload onto trucks for transport over to our temporary housing at the airport. We would have to wait until the middle of the night to catch our ride to our final destination in the city.

We had missed chow at the dining facility so we found the PX and as on all military bases, apparently even in the middle of the war, there is a Burger King. So what is a good Michigan boy to do but order a breakfast sandwich value meal. Good stuff. And the really cool Coke can with the Arabic writing set the whole meal off nicely.

You may notice the tarp that is over my head. The army has these staged all over the FOBs to provide shelter from the sun. They do a nice job of breaking shading the sun while still allowing the perpetual breeze to blow.