December 24, 2003
Wilf’s Dream
Stuart Writes:
I had a great Christmas dream last night. Our families came to visit for Christmas, it was like family day at basic training, only at war instead. My dad and little brother came driving up in this redneck motorhome, and my dad started unloading cartons of cigarettes from it (he doesn't smoke, I don't get that part). So I went into the TOC to do something, and this mortar hit right outside of the TOC Everyones families were crowding around the crater pointing to it and saying, "Wow! Look at that! Neat!"
So I go out on QRF with the Colts. We ended up driving through the big market area where “C” got hit by a grenade (near the CPA area). It was night time but still a lot of people out doing god knows what. We dismounted from the vehicles and while I was walking these two iraqis were walking by with AK-47s and they were all like, "It's OK mista! We love you,” so I said, "Screw you" and squeezed the trigger on my 249 to shoot them, but my weapon did this videogame like thing where it made this noise like it was charging up and then it just started spraying bullets. I got excited from it and just started shooting all kinds of people. I killed like 25 or more Iraqis.
We all got back in the Humvees and started driving back to the compound, 1SGT asked us all, "So what happened?" and everyone was like, "Nothing," and then I woke up.
I think i'm getting really frustrated with Iraqis.
