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To: Suma who wrote (3897)12/27/2004 3:20:43 PM
From: Wharf Rat  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 361344
 
That's not the only thing they shouldn't do....

There was once a king on a tropical island who lived in a grand two-story house built of grass and other local vegetation. On the anniversary of his accession, his loyal subjects gave him a splendid new throne. The king, however, being the sentimental sort, couldn't bear to part with the throne he'd sat on for so many years. He had his servants stow it on the second floor. Not long after, as the king was sitting on his new, splendid throne, a violent storm arose, and the old throne came crashing down, killing the king. Thus the saying "THOSE WHO LIVE IN GRASS HOUSES SHOULDN'T STOW THRONES."



To: Suma who wrote (3897)12/27/2004 5:30:54 PM
From: SiouxPal  Respond to of 361344
 
E-mail from soldier brings story home

The Courier

Editor's Note: The letter below is from Staff Sgt. Jake Christopher, of the Army's 1013th Quartermaster Corps, now stationed in Mosul, Iraq. Christopher's wife Brooke is a Conroe native, now living with her parents while Jake is at war. His e-mail here describes the scene after an explosion rocked a mess tent in Mosul Tuesday, killing at least 22 troops and Halliburton employees:

Mosul had been quiet for the past couple days, usually a sign that something is about to happen. There has been only sporadic gunfire in the streets and not so many car bombs as usual. It was a nice break from all the excitement, but as most of you know, yesterday was not a good day for our military. The attack was at Mirez, a small district about five minutes down the street from where I am. I heard the news about twenty minutes after it happened when a soldier came up to me while I was working and asked me to go give blood. There was a shortage of blood and everything was needed right now. I was curious and asked what had happened. His report was vague, like every report of any event that happens here. Mirez was attacked and there are a lot of injuries and dead. I would find out later the total count, 22 dead, 55 injured. Mortars rocked the chow hall the soldiers were in. With any news that comes our way, it begins as a rumor, being changed every single time the story is told. I figured that this was an exaggerated story of a small attack on Mirez. I wish I was correct. The story doesn't end with the attack on the dining facility though. That is not too scary believe it or not. Several mortars just lobbed into the air just happen to land where they hoped it would. The scary part is what happened after. When the dead and wounded were picked up and taken to the hospital here on my base, mortars hit the MP station and the hospital. This is very unnerving because the Iraqis have never been able to hit their target. If they did indeed get good at aiming, this post could be overran in minutes. Once the Iraqis work together, it's all over. They just successfully hit three targets in less than 40 minutes. This morning I was woke up not by my alarm clock, but mortars exploding and shaking my bed. This was different than any mortar attack I have ever heard. It wasn't just fire a mortar and run, these were fired with precision. They were walking the mortars forward, firing in sequences of three. 18 mortars hit in less than one minute. The Iraqis found an artillery specialist. Following the mortars was an intense firefight right outside my living quarters. Strykers and Iraqi National Guard were lighting the morning up and I hope they found what they were looking for. I got dressed and drove to work. I passed the mortuary affairs building right by our company headquarters. There was a refrigerated trailor parked right in front. That made my stomach turn over and I wanted to throw up. Just knowing what was in that trailor made me sick. I feel very bad for the families who are going to have to deal with the loss of their soldier. I know some of these that are dead. Not on a personal relationship, but I have seen them around post, in the store, played a game of ping pong with them. This is for real; it's all fun and games till someone gets hurt. Pray for the families, for the injured, for those of us who will fight another day to bring these insurgents down. Welcome to the next Fallujah.