i'm not a sergeant anymore because on the first of this year, i became free... a civilian!
i was very interested in talking to iraqis when i was there... after all, we were in
their country, and they certainly didn't ask us to be there. i was the operations sergeant/ 1sg's driver for my company in the beginning of the deployment, so i got the opportunity to talk to a LOT of different iraqi people due to the types of missions we conducted.
not every iraqi person feels the same about the war and coalition being there, but i never had anyone say they were better off with saddam. the biggest frustration i was told about was the fact that it took soooo long to rebuild the infrastructure of the city. (i was stationed in baghdad on
baghdad island. i think their frustrations were well-founded. when we first invaded, a lot of mistakes were made regarding how things were going to run while we (coalition forces) settled it. so... while we were policing the streets of baghdad and building up our fobs, water and electrical plants continued to get looted. of course, there was a lot more that was discussed as i ventured out, but this was the most common complaint that i heard. (don't forget though, i left in july 2004, so the sentiment may have changed considerably... from what i see on the news, things are much different than when i was there.)
i won't go into all the conversations i had right now, but i'll leave you with this:
one day, my 1sg was inside a building speaking with the elders of the village just down the road from our camp, and i was outside with the vehicle, pulling security on the side of the street. an old clunker of a truck (i swear, the iraqi people are the most ingenious and resourceful people i have ever met!) pulls right up to me and stops. i pulled my weapon closer (at the ready, barrel down, of course) because this was early into the deployment, and i had no idea what to expect... anyway, there was no window, and this incredibly wrinkled old man with one or two teeth leaned out. with tears streaming down his face, he said, "shukran, shukran. no more saddam. i love you. thank you. shukran." (i'm sure i butchered the spelling of "thank you" but that is what he said. when he drove away, i had tears in my own eyes.
it was at that moment that i had an epiphany. it didn't matter why my government sent me there. i had my own agenda from that day forward: first was my survival, and second, was to do as much as i possibly could for the people of iraq, in hopes that i would touch just one person's life in a positive way... and i succeeded! i made some very good friends there (one of whom, i just spoke with today), and i plan on returning to iraq in the future. i have an open invitation from my friend and his entire family (who ALL voted, btw
!) i want to go as a humanitarian-- hell, in a few years, i want to go as a tourist! (lol) at any rate, i will return, and hopefully, i will be able to see the people who touched my life in a very huge way.