Juerves_Mercules

When I was in Iraq (invasion 2003) we had to cut all of our patches off because we were in support of Special Operations in Saudi. Well, once we got to Baghdad all of our uniforms were torn to shit, boots falling apart, we just looked like hell. Occasionally we'd go to Baghdad Intl. Airport for whatever reason. Lot's of rear echelon, saluting, crisp uniforms, all of that bullshit. We'd show up looking like hell, no insignia besides rank, and our maroon berets, probably looking pretty mean. We saluted no one, and men and officers alike gave us a wide berth. It was pretty damned funny.

How was the BAR operationally? I'm just curious if it was kind of sketchy with dirt and sand, or if it just always worked. I would imagine the latter, as it was a Browning.

Fuck the Brass.

What did you guy's do on your downtime when you got it, besides sleep? Do you remember any particulary funny moments, or were you guy's just too exhausted?