described convoys, “You get in your truck and drive down the road, and wait for something to happen.”
If Iraq was, eventually, “almost livable,” the return to “totally normal” was surreal: from mortars to MTV, from truck convoys to mom’s car and the oddity of being alone after military quarters, of being unarmed and unarmored. “Would I go back? Yes. Why? I have no idea, but if my guys go, I go.”