Friday, September 29, 2006
Nick shipped out early yesterday morning.
He had a one or two stops to make in country, so by now he's probably on a plane with the rest of his platoon on their way to Kuwait for a couple of weeks of training.
From there, it's into the shit.
Nick will be stationed in Mosul. He's part of an MP battalion that will make regular driving patrols around the region.
What's amazing to me is that Nick is only 25 years old. 25, and he's commanding a group of men who, in all likelihood, will have to kill someone at some point. Not to mention the high probability that some of them probably won't come home. That's some heavy shite.
I try to think back to when I was 25. At the time, I was editor for a small daily newspaper in Kansas. As such, the biggest danger I faced was a tongue-lashing (heh) from a pissed-off reader.
Certainly, I never stared down the barrel of an IED (it's a figure of speech. I know IEDs don't have barrels).
So yes, we're all nervous about Nick's safety. He understandably doesn't like to dwell on it.
We bought him and his Supermodel Wife of a year (my Supermodel Wife's sister), lunch last weekend when they came to town. He reluctantly talked about his mission, and was frank about where he was going and what he was getting into. He noted that most of the support staff will never leave the military base, and as such will be pretty safe.
The MPs units however will face daily danger as they make their patrols. But Nick would rather focus on the task at hand, whatever it may be, than worry about the danger and risk. A result of his military training, no doubt.
So, let me just take this chance to ask you to keep Nick and all of our soldiers on your mind.
And to wish Nick godspeed and safe returns.
tagged: Iraq, Mosul, war, military, soldier