Felix showing off his chin and the leg it saved

The Alamo

The Gap

Hooters

The wait in Kuwait

This is how we spent most every night we were back from Iraq– drunk. Damion on top of Sean.

Matt giving Willy an IV to help him hydrate his hangover

Standing in the awesome homecoming ceremony formation. Notice Ray looking back at me.

It was a packed house at the ceremony

Mike and his son. I have to admit that I really envy this guy. Incredible career and family.

Our final formation of the deployment. From the right: John, Willy, and Ray.

People who get in trouble get reassigned to headquarters and have to monitor the radio. I spent a few late nights sitting here.

A combat Christmas tree– complete with an AT4, belts of 7.62mm and .50-cal, smoke grenades, and high explosive 40mm grenades.

The bunker we stayed in just before leaving Iraq. The First Infantry division’s motto is “Duty First”.

Matt, on the right, works on the wounded Iraqi

Karl, in his Bradley

Whiskey, providing overwatch for the engineers while they put the concrete barriers in place, from the landmark we referred to as “The Two Tits”

SPC Akintade, photo taken March 2004

The door Kirk and Willy couldn’t seem to breach

The IED trigger materials we found in the backyard of a building near the attack site

An incredibly large family, anxiously waiting while we search their home

Two of our battalion’s mechanics, working on one of the Humvees damaged by the IED.

My rejected Calvin Klein fragrance proposal ad campaign:
“Ambush - for men.”

Looking down at the canal the LT fell into during the firefight where he nearly drown

The family my grenades barely missed, most of whom were young girls

At the World Trade Center, September 2001

In the back of a flatbed Humvee, enroute to the ambush site. From the left: Rich, Chris, Sean, Jeff.

The bus full of baby chickens we shot up, now being towed with Whiskey at the wheel

The massive fire I started. Oops-a-daisy.

Car bombs sure make a mess

Modern art masterpiece– Volkswagon frame, a la automobil bomba des insurgente arseholes, 2004

You ordered the engine block? Is it okay if I just put it here by the garbage?

Wounded Air Force guy. Notice the Nissan emblem on the truck’s grill. Car emblems are cool.

The medevac chopper landed in a field near the intersection. The wounded Air Force guy was flown out shortly thereafter.

The wrong truck

Still the wrong truck pulling the thieves’ truck

“What box of cash?”

While we were checking out the guys with the cash, we stopped another vehicle behind them. The vehicle was clean, but the battery died and they couldn’t start the engine again. So we asked the guys with the Olympic soccer cash to give them a jump. They did so begrudgingly.

My ghetto fabulous VW emblem car bomb necklace