*It’s tricky for a soldier to lug around a DSLR camera while deployed, hence these decidedly non-food geek point-and-shoot shots.
I’m going to call this a “guest post” of sorts. Brad, a close friend of mine from childhood, is in the Army. I don’t see nearly enough of him nowadays, because he’s been busy bomb-dodging in Iraq. I appreciate that there are people like him in this world willing to do what they do so that I can enjoy a relatively-bucolic life. I have been meaning to share his story for some time, but it did not fit within the context of this blog- until now. It occurred to me to ask Brad about life in Iraq as it pertains to food. The answers reveal so much more.
When I received his responses to my questions, I experienced a series of emotions. Initially I felt frivolous for asking, coupled with a grave sense of guilt over the existence of this “war.” Ultimately, however, I realized that completing this exercise provided him with a welcome respite from his unsavory surroundings, and so it was for the best.
It’s a meaty read, as I chose to preserve his answers in their entirety rather than truncate, but I think you’ll find it worth your attention.

Brad: First off I have to give you some context of my situation. Nine hours ago our patrol was hit yet again by a large IED (roadside bomb). I thought my only friend within the platoon just got blown off the planet but much to my relief he had just stopped his vehicle because he noticed something wasn’t quite right. The bomb in the road went off in front of him and engulfed him in thick black smoke but left him otherwise unharmed.
Yesterday while walking to the platoon office with this same friend, we heard a loud zip above our heads followed by a large explosion 75 meters to our left. Long story short, we had a 200 meter dash for safety. It was a rocket that detonated into a concrete wall. Just prior to these two incidents, I had another encounter moments after reporting for duty after a two week trip back home. It happened an hour after I got off the chopper. Two RPG’s (rocket-propelled grenades) fired at our observation post and at one of our towers. Not that those places serve any particular interest, it’s just where the enemy has a fetish for attacking.

That being said, I’m now on to the questions which I sincerely look forward to answering.
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