A month with the Infantry - Part 2 - First patrol
So my first patrol with the infantry unit I was with wasn't particularly eventful, but I learned an important lesson - put effort into planning bathroom breaks. Sometimes you're going to be in a situation where peeing really isn't an option.
The really weird thing, though, was the end of the patrol. Our interpreter was going to take a few weeks off to travel somewhere, and it was his last day working for us for a while. He had us drop him off at his house. I had never really imagined that it would happen. The interpreters I've always worked with before were usually not Iraqi citizens, much less local residents. But the guy insisted that we take him to his house to save time. So we did. And it was surreal.
The really weird thing, though, was the end of the patrol. Our interpreter was going to take a few weeks off to travel somewhere, and it was his last day working for us for a while. He had us drop him off at his house. I had never really imagined that it would happen. The interpreters I've always worked with before were usually not Iraqi citizens, much less local residents. But the guy insisted that we take him to his house to save time. So we did. And it was surreal.
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