You know the title for this post is silly. Of course I am "Live from Iraq". If I was dead there would be no post. Or maybe it isn't so silly. The only thing that is constant about life now is the sheen of sweat on every soldier's brow at midday. I've experienced mortar attacks for the first time. Most of the time mortar attacks are only acknowledged because of the noise they make, but one round came close enough that we could feel the rush of air from the blast. The battalion that we are replacing once had nearly half of its tents burn to the ground due to mortar fire. Men were caught in the shower in the midst of the attack and were forced to wander the camp in towels. I giggled like an uncaring school girl when my platoon sergeant told this story. He immediately pointed out that insurgents target medics and would love to kill me first. I still couldn't stop laughing.
As to my living conditions, all I'll admit to is that I live in squalor compared to the air conditioned tents we slept in while in Kuwait. I'll live though. And I am done.
