Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!!!
Christmas Eve in Iraq.
At the start of the evening, I figured I needed to write a post about Christmas overseas – more to the point, Christmas at war.
Through the last few hours at work, while walking home, and while fiddling with the site code I thought about it. What was it like? How could I explain it to everyone?
You know what? It’s just another day. The alarm clock will still buzz, the groans will still be muttered. Showers will still be cold. Boots will still be muddy.
There is a big hoo-hah planned at the chow hall for lunch, so that’s awesome. There will be all sorts of crap to feast on – including sparkling grape juice, a secret lust of mine. Mmmmmmmm, grapey goodness.
Other than that, I can’t give you much sweeping narration. Some of the troops have put up small Christmas trees, cards and the boxes of candy families send from the states. But it’ll be a pretty standard workday. No biggie.
They’re showing “White Christmas” on the Armed Forces Network. The TV spot shows that famous scene with Bing Crosby singing the title song.
I thought it was a strange choice to show a bunch of soldiers looking glum and sad while some sap sings about missing a holiday…
Then it sort of came to me. That’s why we don’t think about it all much. That’s what Christmas in Iraq is like.
It’s all about not stopping to remember. And if you do slow down for a second, you’ll have a seat, prop your face on a hand and look toward the ground, remembering the movie that reminds you about remembering.