a bird knows no barbed wire ...
Iraq, mid summer, and we had been deployed for over a year.
On one the last few missions into and out off Iraq.
We had been on the road for over a week.
The waiting was numbing. It was a waiting to arrive at a camp from the long days drive. It was a waiting to get loaded and off loaded. It was a waiting to die or live. It was a waiting to return home. It was a waiting for convoy clearance in Baghdad and watching the little birds fly free - without fear of the enemy, of the world on the other side of the wire. It was realizing that I wished and dreamed to be like that bird - with out fear of others and free to fly in and out of barbed wire.
Three weeks gone
Lost dusk in western Iraq
IED on MSR Tampa
A bird flying in and out of barbed wire