tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309401102011-06-07T23:27:48.153-07:00Life in the dusty land of Babylon. A sailors experience in Bahgdad, Iraq.Jennifernoreply@blogger.comBlogger1111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-53962743125134501952007-11-26T17:17:00.000-08:002007-11-27T17:22:49.638-08:00

that coming home is as big a pain as leaving. To summarize… I left Baghdad a couple of weeks ago and began what will be an extended redeployment and demobilization. This includes a week’s stop on the surface on the moon in the small country of Kuwait. There is so much nothing here, the US military set up what must be 400 jillion self-powered Magnum generator lights to brighten up said “

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-26196958103770781462007-11-09T11:22:00.000-08:002007-11-14T11:24:50.466-08:00

Before I begin I will admit this is probably one of the toughest entries I've written. My mind is very conflicted with contradictions. On this my fifth and final attempt at not rambling I will follow the golden rule of Keep It Simple Stupid. Pardon if it still comes off as a stream of consciousness - Enjoy…I am standing on the Helo pad preparing to board a Blackhawk that will take me to Baghdad

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As I make preparations for my early departure, I feel both an eagerness to move out and reluctance to leave battle buddies behind. For all intents and purpose this place became my home and this life abnormally familiar. I also have the beginning twinges of anxiety of returning to a life I left well over a year ago. I am well versed at "You can never go "home" again – because the "home" you left

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Transition defines the essence of my experience in Baghdad…and as my time here ebbs my position continues to evolve from that of charging the hill to passing the torch. The other day I woke up and realized (by design) I had trained myself right out of my latest primary duty. There was literally nothing left for me but a daunting amount of neglected administrative work and After Action Reports. Or

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Whether it's taking an inebriated stagger down 6th street, dancing (drinking) at the Goth clubs in the Montrose, scrutinizing "fashions" of the West Hollywood parade, strolling leisurely down Kalakaua Ave or just hosting a costume party with friends – Halloween is something I thoroughly celebrate. In fact, as most of my close friends and family can attest, it is my absolute favorite Holiday. So

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I walked by the periodical shelf today and noticed a well worn Wine Spectator magazine. I don't typically take notice of these things as I haven't had the time to enjoy "extracurricular" reading. If it doesn't involve a clip about developing political and economic civilization or concerted attempts to blow it up then it's just not in my preview. This time however I was intrigued by one of the

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I woke up to a rumble… then another… and another. It's been relatively quiet around here lately so this break in the norm seemed a bit extraordinary. I had to take a look outside to see for myself. I was pleased and amazed to see cloudy skies and big rain drops. Not much but enough to realize that yes there is such thing as weather beyond a cloudless sunny 95+ degree day.The words were as

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Pardon the delays but recent changes to the systems have made posting hit and miss. As it is these postings are published via email. I will do my best to get a new update mailed shortly. Until then my best wishes to everyone.

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My how time flies… it's been nearly 3 months since I left for leave. After covering positions for several folks taking their own leave, I was asked what I want to do next. "Hmmm.... that's a new one… what do I want to do? Really?" It didn't take long to determine. Having worked every position here I requested a job that would provide some new challenges, stimulus and some professional/personal

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As the title infers, the Boss returned and resumed his high profile "in the line of fire" position. I think the most challenging aspect was dealing with frustrations brought about by new folks who are unaccustomed with our environment. They are forced to learn the difference (on the job) from what they believe they are supposed to do with the reality of what we are actually doing. Theories break

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Just the sound of those two words catches me off guard. I never expected to hear that title directed toward me…A quick rundown of where I am now…After returning from leave, I was requested to cover some gaps for a few battle buddies which required taking on night shift operations. Rather ironic since one of my reasons for going on leave to Europe was to avoid the turmoil of a time shift from a 12

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I recently received a chain email from a friend that caught me by surprise. I typically disregard most junk/joke emails, sending them straight away to the delete bin, but as I read the list of bullets on this particular message, I realize they are not only quite humorous but (for better or worse) amazingly relevant. As a matter of fact the quote in the subject line is not in reference to a future

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It wasn’t the first time I’ve heard the name…In fact it’s nothing new. People have labeled me a “Rebel” for the better part of my life. It’s a term of endearment as far as I’m concerned… I embrace it… consider it a compliment even. Perhaps it’s my innate curiosity or maybe it’s simply my stubborn and ornery Texas nature… but I am always reluctant to blithely fall into every line because others

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OK so I’ve heard from several of you wondering what’s going on. Why no new blog entries? Well one of the very few benefits of being here so long is this thing called leave. I left Iraq for a few weeks for a bit of Rest and Relaxation. What a relief it is to breathe air not laced with Mesopotamian dust and smoke from burning tires. I opted to meet my girlfriend in Europe for a couple weeks instead

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By popular demand (mostly from the girlfriend) I am taking a moment to write a quick update. It’s been busy… I’ve been a little sick (again)… And most importantly I just haven’t been in the mood to write. It’s the 4th of July Baghdad style. And while I stand in this large Islamic architected ballroom listening to PM Maliki, President Talibani, AMB Crocker, and Gen Petraeus I am reminded of all

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(Warning due to the “100lb brain” contemplation and graphic nature of this rant viewer discretion is advised)I was speaking to friends the other day about the strategic communications packages I began developing a month ago or so. When we get the formula right we get big media play. So far, I am 4 for 4. Front office says I am at the tip of the “non-kinetic” spear. My cohorts here are looking to

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A few of my close friends - hi Jason … hi Joe …can attest to the fact that when there is something that needs to get done - a “crisis” per say - I become very um…“focused.” Some of these friends say I change into my alter ego “Mr. CRM” in reference to an initiative I spent the better part of my time working on in my civilian career. This is my business face I suppose. The take charge, move out,

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OK… So it’s been about 3 weeks since I was last able to write and post something. I fully expect many of you have dropped off, lost patience or quite possibly just lost interest. Can’t say as I blame ya… Most of my writing is now relegated to opening remarks or responses to media or... Regardless this not so new job is now new all over again. A month ago “The Ninja cell” as we were called began a

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So I’m still here and many friends are not… I have no time on my hands and apparently my friends have a little more than they are accustomed too. I am far to tired to be bored and my friends are bored with how slow and tired things are. So I asked for a little help. I've "ordered" an entry from a stateside friend - I bring you Captain KJ:(We pronounce that like the old CAPTAIN CAVEMAN!!!!

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I was speaking with a Colonel the other night in the middle of a working haze. He stopped me and asked if I had taken a moment to consider the contribution I am making to our efforts on a larger scale. While I usually enjoy talking to this particular Colonel I was a bit pushed for time. All the same I could tell there was something on his mind. He is an analyst and one of the very few Colonels’

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This morning my walk to work was surrounded by a beige world… not just a color but a thickness. You can tell a storm is coming. The air is full of… well dirt. It’s so substantial it actually filters the sun. I looked at the sun for minutes with no eye protection. It was this brilliant white orb just above the palm trees. I stood there and gazed in fascination for several minutes in awe that I

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The work was already intense… But I was in the center of a fire storm and didn’t even realize I was tasked to drive it forward. Saturday morning early our troopers took a hit that would eventually turn into 3 soldiers Duty Status - Whereabouts Unknown… and the boss was chosen to speak to it. Of course he would be… He is the spokesman. This is crisis management. This is what the news looks for.

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We interrupt your regular programming to bring your attention to Military Appreciation Month of May.Did you know that Congress has designated May as National Military Appreciation Month? It recognizes those on active duty in all branches of the services, the National Guard and Reserves plus retirees, veterans, and all of their families - well over 90 million Americans and more than 230

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I woke up a couple of mornings ago and as I walked to work I realized I haven’t seen the outside in a while. More shocking was noticing the high of 106 degrees during the weather brief of our morning assessment. Its just barely May but already over 100… I then actually took notice during my walk to lunch, “Yeah – It’s getting a little warm.” The only thing that came to mind was welcome to Hell -

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I know I owe an entry or at least 5 but...The one thing more constant than change around here is a lack of time to adapt to it. Today I started a new position because my boss just finished his tour and rotated out. The weirdest thing I said all day is "I am PA for..." rather than my typical "I am Deputy PA for..." I've said Farewell to a lot of friends lately - 3 in the past week alone. Some

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Once in a while I get a bit… hmm… for lack of a better word “melancholy.” These days are becoming increasingly rare because I am at least engaged in some pretty good work but they do creep up every now and then. On these days I really miss my friends, family and my home and I wonder why I’m here. The day is long… I am disinterested from my work… I usually have a head-ache – just shy of a migraine

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What would you say if someone was to tell you things are getting better here in Iraq? What if they told you the war is “Already Lost?” Would you inform them that there are places where kids are going to back to school and playing soccer on Saturdays? Would you remind them of over 100 victims from a recent car bombing incident? What would you say? Do you really know? If you think you know – How

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Every now and then you run up against a wall that you just can’t climb. You have a choice go back, go around, or tear it down. Earlier this week we hit just that sort of wall – literally. I knew there was trouble ahead when I received questions from the media about a press release distributed from one of the commands about “Gated Communities.” The release told the story of a long wall being built

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NBC’s decision to release a post-mortem video of a murderer only validates my concerns about Western Media. Where is the responsibility and compassion for the victims? Perhaps TV producers and their viewing public have become so desensitized that we no longer know right from wrong. Both sides are at fault. They are looking for ratings and they know everyone will watch. Have our lives become so

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The happenings at VA-Tech only illustrate that Baghdad does not hold a monopoly on senseless acts of violence. Using Anna Nicole as an example we will have 24hr coverage of this incident for at least 3 months. Regardless it is sensational enough that it will take some of the pressure off us for at least a week - probably two. Now I haven’t had too much time to really watch the news on this event

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-43567500985517658552007-04-18T14:38:00.000-07:002007-04-18T14:43:40.131-07:00

I wrote a briefing that used that word… as in the challenges the Iraqi people face have been “heart-wrenching.” The word didn’t make the final chop. Quite possibly for the right reasons. I have no issue with having my work edited. As a matter of fact I welcome revisions. The final product, I feel, always ends up so much stronger when the team inserts their various experiences and perspectives.

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One thing that is certain around here is that everyday someone is coming and someone else is going; esp. those short tour Air Force types. You meet all sorts in this small constrained universe and sometimes for reasons explainable to few you build close bonds with folks that may very well last a lifetime. If you’ve read this blog for any length of time you’ve met a couple – Mr BUA, Free, Dave…

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We pass the make shift check point as the “guards” stare at what I’m certain is an unusual site for them - two troops and an civilian in battle rattle carrying notebooks not rifles. Pen is mightier then the sword? Screw that… I miss my M-16A2 right about now. We continue our trek but now we have picked up a “tail” from the impromptu cp, who is making no effort to hide the fact that his is

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As the four happy children wave at me through thick window of the up-armored HMMWV’s it occurs to me that I haven’t seen children in a long time. By that I mean really noticed children; especially children who notice me and/or children who stop and interact with me. We don’t have many of them in the IZ. As a matter of fact, as I’m thinking about it, it’s sort of like that village in Chitty Chitty

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-47866959598207287972007-04-12T14:18:00.000-07:002007-04-13T05:56:39.329-07:00

It’s been a busy day at the ranch. We had a suicide bomber in at the Baghdad Convention Center and DOD announced possible extensions to our tours. This made for a lot of work in my new job. The crazy thing is that for the first time here I actually did a lot more of what I was trained for. Not only writing and prepping but also engaging. Going proactive. We got the chance to go forward and lead

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-50524721419996678492007-04-11T14:16:00.000-07:002007-04-12T14:23:06.602-07:00

During my fine stay here I’ve heard a lot of things. Low flying Helos, Car Bombs, rockets, mortars… you name it. However last night I heard something very unfamiliar. For a few minutes I thought it was a sustained attack somewhere in the city. It was an ongoing rumble; then another and another. Are we launching a full scale attack? If so that’s a lot of shelling for such a sustained sound. Even

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My R&R to Qatar was a good thing. The transit from here to there and then back again was not. You see mobility around here is not an easy thing and cannot be taken for granted. It’s not like a drive to your basic airport. It takes real work to come and go out of BIAP and the rest of theater for that matter. Convoys… Combat Landings… Constant changes to itineraries… all in the name of security. I

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I was asked in passing today “LoveBreed – just how many countries have you been to in the last couple of weeks?” I had to think a bit on that. “Four – Four countries sir…” “Well welcome back you’re looking refreshed.” That doesn’t tell the whole story. I can try to catch you up but I’m a bit short on time. I think you’ll just have to wait for the Journal. That said I’ll give you a brief review

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My observation of war is that it provides little more than a bottomless vacuum of waste and tragedy. Not much good comes from so much destruction and loss of life. Regardless of race, creed or color there is an innate force that urges elder statesmen to readily accept violent conflict as a resolution and a strange curiosity that eagerly seduces young men and women to participate. Sadly we are all

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Faint screeching whistle… distant… growing louder… getting closer… pitch cycles downward… quick harsh screams from others near by… realization… “Oh Hell”… body thrown quickly to dusty earth… search out additional cover… press up against tree… check battle buddy… get small - draw up tight… fetal… screeching louder just above… look up to the dark sky… searching in vain… then silence… cover your

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OK so it’s over a week now… my new attitude (“Operation: Happy-dog” as Capt KJ coined it) is in full effect. Amazingly the world looks a lot different. At the beginning it was a bit challenging to stay detached esp. with an 800lb gorilla leader type running around trying his best to make everyone’s life miserable (including me) simply because he is miserable. But a few well placed thorns and a

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-5332573512869672262007-03-20T12:00:00.000-07:002007-03-25T21:20:38.981-07:00

(March 11) Second observation: I notice some folks around here beginning to show real outwardly physical signs of deterioration. It manifests itself in several ways; unhealthy weight loss… unhealthy weight gain… odd uncontrolled twitching… possible self-mutilation… and more than a few cases of premature graying and wrinkling. In the worst cases there are stories of complete mental collapse with a

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In an effort to update the blog up with the insanity that is my life while trying to maintain some semblance of order for story telling purposes I am posting dated material out of sequence. (See the two posts below) I will post Part two tomorrow.Trust me if it confuses you, then you are getting a subtle taste of what my life has become. Time is fluid and compressed. The Present is already a

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(March 09) I suppose you can say my experience here to date has been, for lack of a better word, challenging. As a few entries have pointed out, being tossed from one screwy situation to the next is fairly tough to swallow and has done wonders for my morale. Just when I think I can’t fall any farther, I am tossed into a deeper hole. A short time later I am uprooted again and tossed into an even

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-9264469572999737302007-03-17T12:36:00.000-07:002007-04-13T05:57:50.695-07:00

(March 9) I took the boss to the CSH the other day for a dental check up. It was nice getting out of the office. I think she actually enjoyed it too even if it was a trip to the dentist. I think I’ve figured out the secret to managing her so she can better manage us. We are actually working very well together as a whole and being productive as a team. We even went out for dinner to a real Iraqi

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-87575586494175816522007-03-14T13:43:00.000-07:002007-03-16T13:46:22.054-07:00

We have a saying back home in Texas… If ya don’t like the weather… stick around a few minutes… It’ll change. Well that purdy much sums up my life here in Baghdad recently too. I apologize for not posting an entry for the past week but ya might say I’ve sorta been subjected to a change in the weather. It’s a bit of a yarn that I’m eager to share with ya’ll - full a’ the drama, intrigue and

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-72001546004288317312007-03-11T23:57:00.000-07:002007-03-25T21:23:09.587-07:00

Hello all,I'm putting together a package of goodies for Matt's cousin who is also stationed in Iraq (see blog post below). I currently have about 10 DVDs put together and I was planning on getting some chocolates for Easter. If you would like to pitch in some money, or have some WB/Disney goods, please let me know. I plan on sending this package by the end of the week on 3/16/07.Thanks! mowiecare

monster's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03645605567530651532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-72953689172819332652007-03-08T10:53:00.000-08:002007-03-25T21:23:54.148-07:00

Due in part to the success of an earlier entry, Captain KJ and I requested that Mr BUA write one final guest blog a couple of days ago, before his planned departure. After many hours of packing far too much Army issued gear and preparing for a journey home that takes way too much time to complete, he spared a few moments to throw something together. With that I let him leave you with his own

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-70463586026603080142007-03-07T12:23:00.000-08:002007-03-07T13:57:41.382-08:00

On my arrival here at HQ I was introduced to Mr. BUA (One LTjg Navy Type) and subsequently informed (after the fact) he was to be my sponsor, at least for the rest of my initiation. This was the beginning of a profound friendship both adversarial and supportive in nature. (Just for the record Mr. BUA’s name comes from his tireless often times thankless job; The Battle Update Assessment.) Though

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-80750429634387711902007-03-06T11:56:00.000-08:002008-12-10T18:18:40.180-08:00

I’m starting to feel stabilized in my new position. There are a couple of hick-ups here and there but all in all, complaining helps no one and only serves to create discontent among the troops. The one thing I’ve learned in my short time in the military is change is constant. I know enough by now that if I’m at all ”comfortable” in my position then something’s wrong and change is imminent.

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-63633008399593488442007-03-01T15:24:00.000-08:002007-03-01T15:26:16.109-08:00

I’m certain you’ve noticed I’ve been “off the air” for a few days. I moved offices and some things around here aren’t simple. Getting my systems back on-line was yet another one of the real challenges. Luckily for you I’ve been writing all along just unable to complete my access. It’s good to be back; enjoy the reading.Today I had to say so long to Free… He’s the attorney who took pictures with

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-88586629635983082802007-03-01T13:48:00.000-08:002007-03-01T13:49:41.159-08:00

I updated the subscription tool on the left hand side. Please subscribe to get email notifications of Matt's new postings! He tries to post on a regular basis and it means a lot that you guys are reading.Thanks! mowie.

monster's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03645605567530651532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-5471776775883755592007-02-28T15:23:00.000-08:002007-03-01T15:24:23.531-08:00

Today I received three very large packages from home. They contained all sorts of cookies and brownies from my sister. This is a birthday surprise. She cooked some tiny cookies with my mom a month ago and noted that the quarter sized cookies were not adequate for soldiers in Baghdad and decided I needed large cookies. This is reasonable I suppose. Large cookies! OK no problem but what I thought

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-57949796598632569982007-02-27T15:22:00.000-08:002007-03-01T15:23:23.511-08:00

For the second year in a row I find myself on active duty in a different country on my birthday. Today I requested and received the day off to relax. My intent is to sleep all day… To my surprise several other folks have different ideas. Instead I was treated to a day out and about around the IZ with friends; from the crossed sabers, to FOB Liberty, to the Chancellery to raise a flag. Follow

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-68266475786164675952007-02-26T22:46:00.000-08:002008-12-10T18:18:40.384-08:00

Wishing you a very Happy Birthday, Matt! Though you aren't home with us, we hope that you're having a fun filled day off from work with your buddies. I'm sure if you had it your way you'd be spinning donuts in a hummer just to see how dusty it can get over there. Gotta love ya crazy Texan! Happy Birthday!!! PS: Shout out to Mr & Mrs Breedlove, thank you for bringing Matt to this world :)

monster's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03645605567530651532noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-71610496424818227462007-02-25T15:21:00.000-08:002007-03-01T15:22:28.911-08:00

Today at lunch we were treated to a real combat moment. It’s really nice outside these days so my battle buddies and I have taken to eating out near the pool. (Yes Virginia there is a pool. I told you HQ was posh.) Anyway as I mentioned earlier Farhd al-Qanoon is in full effect and all the firefights and explosions make this seem like a real combat zone. Last night I couldn’t even sleep with all

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-82444771381724907792007-02-23T15:18:00.000-08:002007-03-01T15:19:20.817-08:00

To say things are rough around here is an understatement. At times the atmosphere is downright mentally abusive. It takes all my energy and fortitude to not loose all morale and break down completely in my work. I’ve heard stories of shipmates coming out here strong willed and returning home broken. With that I am increasingly finding myself in the middle of a political firestorm and to top it

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-22369659836058748552007-02-22T15:16:00.000-08:002007-03-01T15:18:08.948-08:00

If you want to know why the rest of the world hates us just switch on the TV and turn the channel to any of the western news outlets. From CNN to Fox to CBS, the top headline is the death of an Ex Playboy Playmate and subsequent battles for her body and baby. Along with the silly circus that is a bald has-been pop singer the top stories for the past two weeks are nothing less than atrocious. It

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-12957853926271113622007-02-21T09:40:00.000-08:002007-02-21T15:43:06.656-08:00

I received an email attachment with writings by Thomas L. Friedman, writer of The World is Flat and a Journalist from the NY Times. This has bounced around the blogosphere for some time now but I still feel compelled to share in its entirety. It may seem long but its a quick read. If you've seen it before take a second glance. Mideast Rules To Live By - By Thomas L. FriedmanFor a long time, I

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-53329031795551381632007-02-20T14:14:00.000-08:002007-02-20T14:24:12.452-08:00

The other day I received a couple of emails that really got my attention. The first was a heads-up informing me that I have a cousin over here with me. Apparently he joined the Navy (go figure) in 05 and became a Naval Corpsman (Medic) who deployed with a Marine Division, as all "Docs" are apt to do, for a 7 month stint west of Baghdad. Unlike me, he and his Marines are mainly in the field and

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-26715595650225692522007-02-19T11:13:00.000-08:002008-12-10T18:18:40.558-08:00

This morning I wake to a battle somewhere in Baghdad. According to Major General Abboud, Farhd al-Qanoon, also known as the Baghdad Security Plan, is now officially in effect. I'm guessing the series of coordinated "boofs" followed up by rolling syncopated booms is artillery. It's too organized to be anything else. I've never really heard organized artillery so this is sort of cool… (Wil - eat

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-10127503275319408862007-02-18T13:01:00.000-08:002008-12-10T18:18:40.862-08:00

In the world of entertainment esp. TV we have guest stars. Well I enjoy being experimental as much as the next guy so rather than hearing from me today, I have invited a guest star "Mr BUA" to speak on my behalf with the topic of his choice. You see I am swamped today and he really wants his pie coffee at MidRats and we are quickly running out of time. So without further adieu… I present Mr BUA…

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-90999432244329924432007-02-17T12:45:00.000-08:002008-12-10T18:18:41.404-08:00

A couple of years ago I received a post card in the mail advertising the San Francisco Marathon… err Actually my old housemate Mommy Puppy Noses received a postcard in the mail… regardless it was one of those challenges in life I had yet to accomplish so as unceremoniously as that, I decided right there and then to run a marathon. (I suppose mail marketing does work.) It didn’t matter that I

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-82940382331044186722007-02-15T12:24:00.000-08:002008-12-10T18:18:41.586-08:00

On a typical day I probably wouldn’t remember - but here in Baghdad, what's typical? I realized yesterday that relative to the past couple of weeks the recent few mornings were quiet; quiet as in no thundering booms. To clarify most mornings seem to start with a couple of mortars, rockets VBIEDs or some thing going bump in the dawn. Part of the reason for the sleep deprivation I often allude to.

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-28994189925625487792007-02-14T11:40:00.000-08:002008-12-10T18:18:41.768-08:00

I've never been much for Valentine's Day… to commercial for me. But this year being so far from home I decided it was a good idea to send flowers to loved ones: Mother, Sister, Girlfriend(of course). It just seemed the right thing to do. And yesterday as I watched a report on CNN of a shop in Iraq selling red and white flowers, balloons, and gifts with the words Happy Valentine's Eid I thought...

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-30113201137951189832007-02-13T12:18:00.000-08:002008-12-10T18:18:41.781-08:00

Today I got some help. No - not the sort of psych help many of you think I need, although I may be a candidate. I have a new team mate. I am tasked with standing up a new branch for our division and for the past couple of weeks; it's been my Senior Officer, me, myself, and I. Today we became three. Together she and I set the priorities of our agenda. First order of business? Which day are we

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-37753904344999641962007-02-11T12:28:00.000-08:002007-02-10T20:12:03.734-08:00

One of the most anticipated moments of the day is mail call. It’s great to receive letters or packages from home, especially when it's something you need and are expecting. It's even better when you're surprised by a huge package full of things you weren’t expecting at all and didn’t know you needed. Today I received just that sort of gift. Well - sort of - More like the entire office received

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-59582611650216931522007-02-10T12:11:00.000-08:002008-12-10T18:18:41.969-08:00

While most of the folks in America were pinned to their TV's watching copious amounts of hyperbole on Anna Nicole Smith's mysterious death and unfolding paternity battles, we in Iraq witnessed a potentially pivotal historic event. Today after over 2 1/2 years of continuous duty, our Commanding General - Multi-National Forces- Iraq, Gen. George Casey, (One of the folks I broadcast the morning

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-87894710792624196312007-02-09T12:10:00.000-08:002007-02-10T12:11:20.967-08:00

Today we had a re-enlistment ceremony for our YN2. Her location of choice? The roof of the Embassy. We all gathered top-side (literally) and the view standing near the emerald green dome is amazing. Seeing things from height gives you a totally new perspective. On one side of the palace, a bombed-out relic of a palace hit by several JDAMS and the crossed swords of the marching grounds - This is

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-40394418069853217982007-02-08T12:57:00.000-08:002008-12-10T18:18:42.513-08:00

"LT, I need your assistance on this, can you come over?" Those few words began my adventure for a day that was well on its way to being otherwise uneventful. "We need to attend a meeting, would you mind driving us over to the Iraqi Government Building?" Drive? You mean leave the compound? Get outside these prison walls? Like actually get behind the wheel of an auto and do what (for me) comes

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-54840289236982595172007-02-07T11:04:00.000-08:002007-02-07T11:05:33.335-08:00

So this is what a rested soul feels like. Remove cobwebs from brain… Last night I went home early and this morning I actually got to sleep in… 6 hours of sleep - OUTSTANDING! For the past couple of weeks I worked in my new position (the one that keeps me up all hours) and due to a lack of depth I had to continue doing a few of my prior responsibilities from before. One of these jobs was the

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-3602660906741623902007-02-06T06:31:00.000-08:002007-02-07T06:32:08.852-08:00

Another long day… When I say day, what I really mean it was a long continuous set of hours. More than 60 continuous hours of waking time dispersed with an hour or two of sleep here and there. Whether it’s the constant "emergencies” of my inconsistent and complicated schedule, continuous explosions and helo’s flying close hulled just above the hooch, roommates erratic sleep patterns, or whatever I

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-81869076246077969272007-02-05T06:29:00.000-08:002007-02-07T10:19:24.529-08:00

Today I realized just how far I am out of my element. Watching news of the now infamous Boston – Cartoon Network "Bomb scare", my one and only comment to my battle buddies is… Damn what an insanely successful street-level guerilla marketing promotion. I wish I had thought of it. But amazingly in the land of Hooah, I get labeled everything from a money hungry corporate marketing hack to an

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-29543083762200544242007-02-04T04:34:00.000-08:002007-02-04T04:40:02.860-08:00

As a Texan, American Football is a religion. It starts early… Grade school, Middle school, High school, College… Hook em Horns! Everyone knows I Bleed Orange!... NFL!Honestly I was a little late to the sport being a swimmer most of my life, but early in my college years, I found the Longhorns (and the Cowboys.) Life has been complete ever since. Well almost – there was that dropped ball at fourth

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-13426630575226102222007-02-02T11:19:00.000-08:002007-02-02T11:25:50.741-08:00

Folks that know me even a little, know there's one vice I'm so partial to that I refuse to live without it… No Jason/Tiffany et.al.- despite all the pictures and stories to the contrary – it aint tequila!I love coffee - been drinkin it since I was in the womb! Once upon a time I even aspired to open a coffee house. Still might. Hell - One cold day in Anchorage Alaska I drank a little over 10

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-77245559141657705462007-02-01T14:39:00.000-08:002007-02-01T14:58:41.234-08:00

Hey Matt, how dare you depress me with your silly little stories in that fabulous vacationland of Iraq! Your blog is really interesting and, yes, depressing. Especially if you are hoping for solutions or logic. Please repress any notion of doing good or any heroism....HIDE! Our little department is moving to the Sony Building on Monday...just Michael, Monica, Judy Ross and me. No Joe or

Pam C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10793015853877233842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-45445100348318839202007-02-01T08:36:00.000-08:002007-02-01T10:28:58.470-08:00

I recently find myself struggling with depression – sort of my own personal Jihad or Kampf if I may be as bold to borrow some often misunderstood words. I'm not prone to depression but this is definitely taking a toll. A good friend here, Kj, points out that I am falling in line with the typical emotional roller coaster of deployment in Iraq. She explained that somewhere between weeks 5 and 6 you

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-5244121651324436412007-01-31T08:30:00.000-08:002007-02-01T08:35:48.831-08:00

Early on in this strange trip I was given a moniker. I call it a moniker rather than a call sign (I have a couple of those too) because it's not used to get my attention, rather it is used to describe me. I don’t like this brand because I figure in this environment it is a limiting factor. In "boot" camp I was labeled "one intellectual type - Hooah"Intellectual?!? What the Hell? I realize the

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-34576827956535892112007-01-30T11:33:00.000-08:002007-01-31T03:55:51.279-08:00

In case you haven’t heard, over the past couple of days, media ran a constant stream of reports on a battle in Najaf between Iraqi police and a large massed force of insurgents. Early reports claimed Iraqi police discovered, surrounded, and engaged 600 Sunni Insurgents who were gathering in an attempt to violently disrupt Ashura festivities and attempt an assassination against Grand Ayatollah

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-21382023388549319942007-01-29T11:43:00.000-08:002007-01-29T22:12:01.246-08:00

The one thing I figured I experience in the desert of Baghdad is hot dry sandy days. Well this is by far the coldest wettest windiest desert I've ever seen. Hell, if the Mojave got this much weather, we could start a rose garden between LA and Las Vegas. From the moment we landed at BIAP I've been cold or wet or both. And the sludge produced by all the rain sticks to your boots turning them into

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-22398686980926721352007-01-28T11:43:00.000-08:002007-01-29T22:16:33.028-08:00

One thing I heard from shipmates before heading out here was that I will either gain 30lbs or lose 30lbs. Why? Because the food is great and the Gym is open 24x7 and most people frequent one but not both. I'm seeking balance. Here on base we eat at the Dining Facility lovingly known as the DFAC. Think of it as a cafeteria that pretty much has anything you want; four or five entrees, side dishes a

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-17604927375871415492007-01-27T11:43:00.000-08:002007-01-29T11:43:39.820-08:00

Today I strolled into the office – later than usual due the "extended" working hours of my new position and was told "grab your battle rattle and mount up… We're goin for a ride." Uh Yeah! They definitely got my attention - Excitement and Tension all at once. Up until this moment I was pretty certain I was relegated to the Hell of never seeing anything but the four walls of my hooch and the four

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-18071802928094738712007-01-26T01:54:00.000-08:002007-01-27T01:55:16.374-08:00

I asked our YN2, "How you doin today?" A typical question I ask most people I run into. What's astonishing to most is my genuine interest. Her response? "I'm fine thank you sir. Just another day" I counter "But it's Friday" And at the very moment I say it I have the same realization that she confirms with her wry smile and short reply. "Everyday is Monday here sir." She's right of course. I've

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-28430298328263475642007-01-25T13:02:00.001-08:002007-01-25T13:03:24.998-08:00

Sure things happen here all the time. It's a war zone. But in the confines of where I work it tends to get lost in all the politics. Seems no matter where I go I find myself in the most "challenging" of positions and my new role here is by no means different. This could be the inner sanctum of Warner Bros. but I liken it more to my days at Disney. However at both of those places I never had to

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-30117041754977896332007-01-16T17:56:00.000-08:002007-01-16T18:00:56.979-08:00

Hey all, just a quick note on Matt's behalf. If you're sending stuff to him, don't use your own address as the return. Evidently insurgents and sympathizers have been pulling the return addresses off of packages and sending hate mail back to the States. It may be isolated cases and/or higher-profile individuals, but better safe than sorry.

residentlushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15988842040273596219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-9451598354297439192007-01-11T13:18:00.000-08:002007-01-13T13:20:39.001-08:00

For some time now folks have asked me questions I am reluctant to lend my opinion to... "Is there a civil war in Iraq?" "Are we losing the War?" "When will we bring our troops home?" "When will America's team get back to the Super bowl?" At the end of the day, answers to these questions are opinions and may have no bearing in fact. I firmly believe that my position in the armed services (Plus

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-23818029562157203452007-01-04T18:40:00.000-08:002007-01-04T19:10:03.476-08:00

I feel the need to apologize for not consistently posting things on the site. Yes a ton of things have happened… and yes I’ve documented them… I have several entries almost ready for posting - give me time and I promise they will be on the site; back dated and everything. Please bear with me and look back to find new entries. My real challenge has been constant transit, getting decent berthing

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-69811343611851533242007-01-02T12:00:00.001-08:002008-12-10T18:18:43.438-08:00

Happy New Year from Saddam's Palace!Merry Xmas from Baghdad!

monster's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03645605567530651532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-83165080125675860162007-01-02T11:46:00.000-08:002007-01-02T18:07:06.076-08:00

Matt had a few requests, so I thought I'd post them here. If you have time please feel free to chip in!! Let me know so I can cross them off this list :)2 camping chairs with cup holders (He has 1 broken chair in his room!)Sticky back coat hangers - u know the ones you stick on the wall.Cheap DVD player (the $29.99 kind)Microfiber Fleece BlanketDVDs & other "Hollywood/WB/Disney" related

monster's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03645605567530651532noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-67179914964879654722006-12-28T17:44:00.001-08:002007-01-02T17:18:33.838-08:00

All, a mailing address is now available for Matt. If you need it, please let me know. I can not post it on the blog for security reasons. Thanks! mowie

monster's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03645605567530651532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-44505170064765142242006-12-27T18:06:00.000-08:002008-12-10T18:18:43.660-08:00

That translates to, "Hi Matt, Take care of the bad guys and come home soon. I miss my exercise coach! - Barklee" Glad to see your posts!! :) Stay safe...- jen

Jennifernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-1166666023093262582006-12-20T17:48:00.000-08:002006-12-26T10:53:16.210-08:00

For those who are interested in sending packages: http://www.tobiasly.com/index.php?itemid=280

monster's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03645605567530651532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-1166635259965891152006-12-20T09:19:00.000-08:002006-12-20T09:21:12.553-08:00

I'm sure everyone is dying to know... well, Matt has finally rolled out of the country and is on his way to Iraq. Just his luck, he will arrive on Christmas eve. Ew!Merry Christmas everyone!

monster's momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03645605567530651532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-77546953985277038552006-12-06T16:47:00.000-08:002007-01-13T13:17:56.934-08:00

Day three and we continue our Bosnian/Croatian method acting - PT gear yet again. Needless to say it looks and smells a little ripe around here. I think it's a third platoon issue because first, second and fourth platoons have their uniforms. They look imposing – We look ragtag. They actually begin to form up in tight cohesive units. We, on the other hand, gather more like a herd of cats. I'm

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-40954438370963944542006-12-05T18:30:00.000-08:002007-01-13T13:18:05.945-08:00

The barracks – this is no way to live a “quiet” or private life. On a nightly basis the loggers start their chain saws by the dozen and methodically cut down entire forests. Coupled with a few nightly conversationalists (the kind that talk in their sleep) we have a regular industrial noise hazard zone. It’s so loud in fact my ear plugs hardly provide any comfort. I had better sleep on the 2nd

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-83506466177431958952006-12-04T18:28:00.000-08:002007-01-13T13:18:14.452-08:00

You’ve seen the movies… A new recruit goes through first days of boot camp disoriented being screamed at by their drill sergeants and eventually being inundated with what seems like endless bags of supplies uniforms and tools for which there surely is no other use than to weigh me down during some sort of forced march torture… Well that’s not just the movies. It really is disorienting. Coupled

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10763806162233775881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-79600418919904079802006-12-03T18:28:00.000-08:002007-01-13T13:18:23.589-08:00

After a nice 4 hour wait sitting on the floor of baggage in the Columbia Airport, I and about 70 other Sailors were shuttled to Fort McCrady where we then rolled into Admin office for quick ID check then into a class room for check-in and billeting and a quick indoctrination to the Army. Apparently there is only one real word we need to know… “Hooah”. We were then divided out and assigned to our

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Virginia – Home of the sweet tea. It strikes me odd that I cant get regular un-sweetend tea to save my life. I forgot that for a great portion of the U.S. the standard fare of iced tea includes a heaping helping of sugar. I may as well drink Coke. I decided to stay in the Norfolk Hilton for my last couple of days before boot camp. The Capt pulled me aside when I checked out of the command. He

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As I look out the small portal window I realize, after several false starts, this most probably is the last time I will see Los Angeles and the greater Southland for quite sometime. Flying over landmarks, I reflect on events and friends that mark the last 5 and a half years of living here… My recent education of Torrance with “Honey 2.0”, Late party nights in Long Beach with Joe M, Multiple –

Breedlovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266577397506045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30940110.post-1160722268722629972006-10-12T23:31:00.000-07:002006-11-05T21:08:55.776-08:00

But seriously I can’t even begin to explain how buried I've been with Navy Admin, Training, Watch standing, etc, yada, and so forth. Regardless, by popular demand what you really want to see are the feral kitties so without further ado...That’s Freddy, Bender and the Three Musketeers. (Oh and a sunset or two for kicks) These feral critters may not be indigenous to Hawaii but they have managed to

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