It can be sad, but at some point, you get used to it. It’s a gig where everything is temporary. In Baghdad, it’s more intense because at normal posts, people stay 2-3 years, but in Baghdad it’s 1-2. With my timing – most of the turnover is early in the summer and I arrived in late September – I’m on target to work for three bosses in two years, which, due to my weird timing, should turn out to be 26 months.
With the new bosses, though, comes new introductions to
everything. Not just people, but procedures. And since, in Baghdad, we don’t get
out much but the security people need to know the area, getting familiar with
the lay of the land includes a helicopter tour of what’s known as the
International Zone.
Since we’re the federal government, we go big. It’s never
just one person, so we took two groups of people in a helicopter tour, and I
got lucky and got a ride.
One of the big things to see in Baghdad is the “Crossed
Swords” monument, and there was some kind of armed forces photo op going on.
There was a camera drone around somewhere and I could hear the pilots talking
about it. (Obviously, we didn’t want to ruin anyone’s pictures.) Those guys
were good – I never saw the thing.
And helicopters. It was so much fun. We had two legs going and
when the first group got off they were all smiles and thumbs down, saying, oh,
it was awful – you don’t want to do it. I’ll take your spot. Definitely my
Baghdad highlight.
I told the new boss all I need now is a photo op for me in
front of Crossed Swords and I can leave! Kidding, of course, but since I don’t
have a prayer of making it to the zoo and have already seen Saddam’s swinging
site, Crossed Swords is my last realistic (somewhat, anyway) bucket list item.
It was a great way to wrap up my first year in Baghdad.
Technically, my anniversary was September 15, but because I left for home leave
on the charter flight yesterday, I had two weeks of “bonus Baghdad time.” My
second year doesn’t start until I return, which is due to be October 18.
My big home leave trip this time is not taking Zippy to a
softball game, though; instead I’m driving her to see her brother at his
son/her nephew/my cousin’s wedding. It’s in Asheville, which is cool because I’ve
never been.
Unfortunately, I’ll have to drive. No helos.
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