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We now have a large
supply of booze (which, incidentally, is forbidden on all US army
bases in Iraq) – five bottles of whisky, two bottles of French
red wine and a fridge packed with cans of Heineken – thanks
to a daring operation by Peda, Mauricio and Tony. Late afternoon
they decided that a dry New Year’s Eve was unacceptable and
headed out on an unauthorised trip to a spot Tony knew on the outskirts
of Tikrit. Peda drove the armour-plated jeep, and Tony took his
gun. Just as they left Tikrit and were in the country somewhere
someone set off a roadside bomb by remote control as they drove
by. But they were moving quite fast and all they felt was the blast
thrusting the car forward. It left only a couple of small scratches
on the paintwork. Had they taken the other media vehicle –
a regular four-wheel drive – they might not have made it back.
Anyway, they bought the booze at a roadside stall as well as a small
lump of what turned out to be quite disappointing Iraqi hash (possibly
because it was in fact dried donkey shit?) – and returned
to base.
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Later in the evening I was on the phone to Maureen, my sister-in-law back
in Dublin. Hey, listen Mo, says I, my colleagues were nearly blown up today
when they were out getting booze. To which she replied: ‘Oh, really?
It’s raining here’. |