Bastille Day just isn't quite the same in southern Iraq. I tried to sing La Marseillaise a couple of times, but none of the Aussies or the Iraqis seemed inclined to join in the celebration. I was left to remember my favorite Bastille Day, watching the feu-d'artifices around the old city of Carcassonne, way back in 1991.
Another day down, celebrating the 20% mark of my deployment, assuming 1 year boots on ground, which is at this point far too early to count on. I continue to enjoy my working relationships here with BLP. They work hard to do a good job, keep me happy, and also have a good experience overall.
S'truth, mate!
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