fri. July 8, 2005 - It's a bloody job

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“In the future, please don’t slaughter sheep [in the high security compound where we work] , and if you have to for some reason, at least make sure that you clean up all of the blood and entrails right away [because in this heat, it fast becomes blood, entrail, & fly soup].
I had to admonish one of my workers with that sentence today. It’s the funniest thing that’s happened to me lately, so I had to share it. The Romanians who guard the camp had asked some of the Iraqis to bring in an Iraqi style lunch for them. (These particular Iraqis are from out in the boon-desert. Think of them as Rednecks, but browner.)
Also, I guess it’s been awhile since anyone’s heard from me, so I wanted to let you know that I’m still alive and stuff.
That’s all. No real news. Maybe I’ll get a vacation sometime this year, maybe not… we’ll see. If I don’t get one before Krampus Fest, I think I’m going to demand the entire month of December off and go back to Pennsylvania for a week or two, after Krampus and Greek or Egypt fun. I know I asked this once before, but do you or anyone cool that you know want a job in Baghdad? Let me know, I might have some good positions open pretty soon. I need someone to clean up sheep guts from the parking lot. Just kidding. About the sheep guts, not the job.

Michael

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P.S. Scott, I guess Amar got grazed by an American bullet this morning… he was driving his scooter too close to the rear of a convoy, got cut on the head a bit. He’s okay, but unfortunately you can’t cure the impetuousness of youth…(that’s a polite way of calling him a dumba**)