Dispatches from the Front

Dear friends,

Thank you for your kind words over the past few days. I can't tell you how much joy it brings me to know that you are standing behind me! I believe I'm now over my jetlag and am ready to tackle the mission at hand.

Today, I met with the senior logistics officer for this headquarters, known as the "J4". He invited me out onto the patior for a cigar, and while I'm not usually a smoker, I did accept his offer. Due to the current threat posture, all personnel must wear full "battle rattle" when outside, which made the heat outside all the more intense. The J4 and I had a lovely conversation; we talked of our previous travels and desire to serve our country. I feel I will truly enjoy working for him.

It is amazing how cigars seem to draw a crowd! In fact, this command has a "Cigar Aficionado" club that frequently meets for a bit of a smoke and a social atmosphere. I was pleased to be offered memebership, and naturally I accepted.

I am still learning about this mission and my colleagues, and I apparently have more initial training to complete before I am able to fully learn my job. In the meantime, I am enjoying cigars and the new people that I'm meeting. Until next time...

Sincerely yours,
Paul

Dear friends,

I am happy to report that I have arrived safely and am adjusting to my new surroundings. My trip was most enjoyable, and I thank Bob and Gayle especially for the reading material that they sent with me for the flight! I will admit, my first day in Baghdad was a bit rough. I reported to the Multi-National Security Transition Command Iraq (MNSTC-I) and was directed to the J4 section, which provides logistics support, mentorship, and oversight for Iraqi Security Forces. The moment I walked in the door, it was clear that my manner of dress would be unacceptable in a military environment. I was immediately issued more suitable clothing, and my official photograph was taken.

I was pleased to receive my new uniform, but that uniform does come at a cost. One does not become a U.S. Marine simply by donning the digital browns. Thankfully, a Chief Warrant Officer volunteered to mentor me, and I received my indoctrination training very quickly.

I must admit, I was a bit intimidated by all the yelling. I'm not quite sure why military personnel feel the need to rant, but I maintained my bearing and stood my ground. The Chief Warrant Officer was impressed by my mettle. He congratulated me and sent me on my way.

My new command sent me back to my quarters to rest, as my jetlag was beginning to show just a bit. Hopefully, I will be assigned to a position soon and can serve my country with distinction.

Until next time,
Paul