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Visiting one of our newly constructed wells north of Sinjar Mountain, we encountered a goat herder and his family living in the pump house.

In a previous post I mentioned the family with 7 kids living in the tent next to a pump house, but this family actually took up residence inside the pump house. Based on the satellite dish in the picture, I think they might be distantly related to the Manrys!

As we were preparing to leave, the goat herder offered us glasses of fresh goat’s milk. While warm, chunky, goat’s milk may appeal to some, I had to politely decline the offer.

This morning while reading the Bible, I came across a Psalm that sounds like something a mother would say to her kids. The translation is The Message, and the passage is Psalm 15:2-5a:

Walk straight, act right, tell the truth.

Don’t hurt your friend, don’t blame your neighbor, despise the despicable.

Keep your word even when it costs you, make an honest living, never take a bribe.

It’s hard to find better, more succinct advice than that!

I went on a site visit inside the city of Mosul this morning. There is a curfew in effect throughout the whole Ninewa Province due to an ongoing Iraqi Army operation. This offensive has been reported in most major news media. Because of this, the streets were particularly empty as we drove to the different sites today. All three of the sites we visited are sewer/storm drain projects. Below is a picture from the Al Jasaeer project site. The contractor installed a new storm water sewer system on the right hand side of the road where the new manhole and pavement is visible. Before this, there were no storm drains in this area, just like in Phoenix!

As we were returning from our mission today, I noticed an interesting tattoo on one of the team members. Instead of wearing a wedding band, he has a tattoo on his ring finger. It’s hard to read in the picture, but it says Chrissy.

Happy Mother’s Day from Mosul.

One week ago today, on 2 May 2008, MAJ Rick Biddle walked over from the Operations trailer and told me that SET 8 had been hit by an IED. SET 8 is based out of COB Speicher in Tikrit. The team had taken some USACE personnel on a project site visit along the Bayji to Baghdad Pipeline Exclusion Zone north of Tikrit. Among the personnel was Jim Lockard, a Project Manager working at GRN. At approximately 1000, Jim’s vehicle was hit by an IED and came under small arms fire from insurgents. The Aegis SET repelled the attack, pushed the insurgents back, evacuated the USACE personnel, and returned to COB Speicher. Jim died at the CSH as a result of his injuries sustained from the IED blast.

When I arrived in Mosul in August 2007, Jim was the Project Manager for the GRN healthcare clinics. For a couple of months, I spoke with him every Sunday during the weekly healthcare clinic conference call. I finally had the pleasure of meeting Jim in October 2007 when I went to COB Speicher for the Engineer Conference. I immediately liked Jim as everyone did when they met him.

On Wednesday, I traveled to COB Speicher for a memorial ceremony in honor of Jim. COL Pfenning spoke of his admiration and respect for Jim. Several other of Jim’s colleagues also gave remarks during the ceremony. They each consistently mentioned his love for his wife Maria and his two teenage daughters Danielle and Nicole. They also shared stories of his sense of humor. One of the speakers shared Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. In this passage, the Preacher says:

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

I reflected on those words of Solomon as the bugler played Taps at the end of the ceremony. I along with everyone else that had the pleasure of knowing him will miss Jim dearly. Each night my kids pray for the safety of everyone deployed to Iraq, Afghanistan and other places around the world. They mention me by name as well as others we know that are deployed. In Mosul, we will continue to honor Jim’s sacrifice every time we go outside the wire.

Rest in Peace, Jim Lockard.

I spent Saturday and Sunday visiting projects in Western Ninewa province along with Mike Miller, MSG Phil Baker and our security team. One of my two security escort teams was recently fielded the REVA armored personnel carrier vehicles. After spending approximately 18 hours on the road in the REVA this weekend, I can testify that the REVA is a tough vehicle, especially on my old bones! When I would comment on how uncomfortable the ride was, MSG Baker would reply “Yeah but the armor is really thick!” He has his priorities set correctly. We linked up with a local US Army Civil Affairs detachment for a little additional firepower during our visits. The first village we visited is in the Sino sub-district of Sinjar, in Western Ninewa Province (approximately 20 miles east of Syria).

In this village and the others we visited on Saturday, we inspected a series of wells from a recently completed project. The inhabitants of this village are Yazidis. Many Muslims view the Yazidis as devil worshipers at the worst or anti-Islamic at the best. Shortly after I arrived in Mosul in August 2007, approximately 800 Yazidis were killed in this region in a series of coordinated suicide bombings. The people in this village were extremely friendly and appeared very pro-American. I felt safer in this village than any other village I have visited in Ninewa Province. At some of the wells we visited, we found families that had taken up residence. One gentleman we encountered reminded me of Willie Nelson. In addition to him and his wife, I counted at least 7 kids living in a tent next to the well pump house.

It’s very humbling to compare this to my life in Northern Virginia.

While in Dahuk with Glenn, Gee took us to Ineshke to see the waterfalls. According to Gee, Saddam had these falls created for his own private resort. Once again, Saddam had all of the original inhabitants of the area removed before building his resort. The area today is rundown and neglected.

While I was in Dahuk, I had the pleasure of meeting Gee’s family. Gee’s real name is Ghufran. He is originally from Dahuk. In 1986, he ended up in Nashville, Tennessee. While in Nashville, he met Ravin, who also happened to be from Dahuk. They were later married and now have 4 children: Mateen (son - 13); Avahi (daughter - 11); Ragur (son - 8); and Vajin (son - 5). The kids are Americans through and through.

Gee calls me Boss. I told Gabe this, and now Gabe likes to call me Boss every now and then. When Gee was working in Mosul, I had promised him that I would move him to the Dahuk office at some point. When that finally happened, he moved his family from Tennessee to Dahuk. I kept promising to get back up to Dahuk to visit his family, so Gee kept telling his kids that Boss was going to visit. When I finally made good on my promise, I had a blast with the Barzanis. As I was leaving, Ragur, the 8-year old, said “Bye, Boss”. I think Ragur and Gabe could be good friends!