===My first confirmed kill===
(possibly)
So for this story i'm going to have to start at the begining. I do a lot of guard duty out here in Iraq. Guard duty lately involves me sitting at a gate with an Iraqi Army soldier letting trucks in and out of the gate. Sometimes I take some Iraqi made energy drinks out with me called 'Wild Tiger'. Well tonight I had a whole case with me because I had a PT test this morning and I have guard pretty much all night so it is going to be a challenge to stay awake.
As I was sitting there with Mohammed I reached into the orange cooler that sits at the gate with us and I bring out a Wild Tiger and start the revival process. He leans over and in his best english he says, " Mister, give me." which means to me, he wants a Wild Tiger, so I give him one. Since these drinks are made in Iraq i'm assuming that he knew what he was getting himself into, but aparently he didn't.
The ingredients for a Wild Tiger is most likely the equivalent to a Red Bull plus three lines of Cocaine, gunpowder,8 cups of coffee, speed, and about three times more the amount of caffine.
Mohammed drank 5 or 6 Wild Tigers' in about 15 mins.... he then started to march, and I mean straight up fucking Iraqi Army style marching... this is something that I can't discribe, you just have to see it. When trucks pass in and out of the gate he was saluting them and going on and on for about an hour and a half. At one point he started singing a cadence while marching... the Iraqi national anthem or something. Shit, he could have been singing, " inside peanut butter, outside jelly...." for all I know. i have no idea what he was saying. Sometimes when two Iraqis get together i just try and peice the words that sound like english together, but it never makes sense. like if they said, " durka durka hubba bubba mohameed jafar..... blah blah blah" I would hear something like: Steven Segal and Meirl Haggard in a chill bowl... now that doesn't work....
So after the marching got old he sat down next to me. He was calm for a little while then he would twitch and kick up his legs and kick up sand with them... he did this for about another 20 mins before he said," mister, blah blah blah( something in arabic).... which meant he was leaving to go to bed..
The whole point of this story is this:
The only english writting on a can of Wild Tiger, other than wild tiger, is the warning label. The warning label says something like this:
not for children, pregnants, diabetics or people sensitive to caffine or sugar....
I think that I am the only person that has come to Iraq and killed someone with an energy drink, the reason I say this is because in all my hours of guard with this guy he has never done anything like that... And I really think that when this poor old man went to bed after laying there for a little while his heart exploded..... or he might be in a diabetic como..... we'll see.
====Me being a smart ass====
which happens a lot
While Mohameed was trippin' on Wild Tigers I was letting tucks in and out. Well this one guy was coming in to get some food from the chow hall and he was being a nice guy and he asked me if I needed anything... I stood up and looked in his window and asked," got any blow jobs?" Yeah, if you ever have to work with any special forces guys..... don't ask them that question.
===== In other news=====
The countdown is still on... We ( Trevor and I ) have less than ten days before we start the going home process.. I'm not certain yet how long the getting home process will take, but I have heard rummor it will take about 5-8 days.... who knows?
(possibly)
So for this story i'm going to have to start at the begining. I do a lot of guard duty out here in Iraq. Guard duty lately involves me sitting at a gate with an Iraqi Army soldier letting trucks in and out of the gate. Sometimes I take some Iraqi made energy drinks out with me called 'Wild Tiger'. Well tonight I had a whole case with me because I had a PT test this morning and I have guard pretty much all night so it is going to be a challenge to stay awake.
As I was sitting there with Mohammed I reached into the orange cooler that sits at the gate with us and I bring out a Wild Tiger and start the revival process. He leans over and in his best english he says, " Mister, give me." which means to me, he wants a Wild Tiger, so I give him one. Since these drinks are made in Iraq i'm assuming that he knew what he was getting himself into, but aparently he didn't.
The ingredients for a Wild Tiger is most likely the equivalent to a Red Bull plus three lines of Cocaine, gunpowder,8 cups of coffee, speed, and about three times more the amount of caffine.
Mohammed drank 5 or 6 Wild Tigers' in about 15 mins.... he then started to march, and I mean straight up fucking Iraqi Army style marching... this is something that I can't discribe, you just have to see it. When trucks pass in and out of the gate he was saluting them and going on and on for about an hour and a half. At one point he started singing a cadence while marching... the Iraqi national anthem or something. Shit, he could have been singing, " inside peanut butter, outside jelly...." for all I know. i have no idea what he was saying. Sometimes when two Iraqis get together i just try and peice the words that sound like english together, but it never makes sense. like if they said, " durka durka hubba bubba mohameed jafar..... blah blah blah" I would hear something like: Steven Segal and Meirl Haggard in a chill bowl... now that doesn't work....
So after the marching got old he sat down next to me. He was calm for a little while then he would twitch and kick up his legs and kick up sand with them... he did this for about another 20 mins before he said," mister, blah blah blah( something in arabic).... which meant he was leaving to go to bed..
The whole point of this story is this:
The only english writting on a can of Wild Tiger, other than wild tiger, is the warning label. The warning label says something like this:
not for children, pregnants, diabetics or people sensitive to caffine or sugar....
I think that I am the only person that has come to Iraq and killed someone with an energy drink, the reason I say this is because in all my hours of guard with this guy he has never done anything like that... And I really think that when this poor old man went to bed after laying there for a little while his heart exploded..... or he might be in a diabetic como..... we'll see.
====Me being a smart ass====
which happens a lot
While Mohameed was trippin' on Wild Tigers I was letting tucks in and out. Well this one guy was coming in to get some food from the chow hall and he was being a nice guy and he asked me if I needed anything... I stood up and looked in his window and asked," got any blow jobs?" Yeah, if you ever have to work with any special forces guys..... don't ask them that question.
===== In other news=====
The countdown is still on... We ( Trevor and I ) have less than ten days before we start the going home process.. I'm not certain yet how long the getting home process will take, but I have heard rummor it will take about 5-8 days.... who knows?
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I am still alive and kicking, yes. It has been a long time. I'll see you when I travel again one day.
Take care and have a good time when you and Trevor get home.