Ryan A. Conklin - This Place Blows (Iraq)

stay alive. Every day we drive outside the wire, I'm hopin' our Humvees don't draw some fire. AKs and bombs, it's what we face. Who in their right mind would want to live in this place? There's no chow halls we got MRE's. Dear Mom, send tuna and Chef-Boy-R-Dees. The vest I wear, it hurts my back, but that's how we do it in Baghdad, Iraq. You're in the desert so don't forget Your uniform doesn't blend in to shit. These aint Timberlands, there khaki boots. I'm about to kick them where my ...