Made it to Baghdad finally. Of course, its freaking raining. If there is anything I remember, its the smell, because it hits you like a bomb and all the bad memories come back, and you wish you were someplace else.

I have been fighting sleep to try to get rid of the jet lag, and I think I finally achieved it. Its 10 pm, and I am tired, so I suppose that is a good thing. Right now there isn't much going on, at least with our part in the war. Who knows, I suppose things will change here soon, you can never have to much downtime. I had a conversation with some of the other Marines and we came to the concensus that if we never fire a shot, and never leave the camp, that would be just fine with us. But, you know I am not that lucky, an d I have this magnet attached to my ass that attracts all kinds of the wrong type of attention. Time will tell I suppose..

The guys are getting into a routine now, giving classes and stuff. Learned how to restore breathing to a guy with facial injuries today. Pretty gross. This is why I don't do medical.