We have all heard the stories of days being brutally hot here in Iraq, where the mercury n thermometer reaches up past 120 degrees in the shade and patrolling the streets where it feels like it is 140 degrees. That’s all you hear about the weather in Iraq, how hot it is. It is always baking hot.
I can attest to the heat here, back on a previous trip with Ollie North in the summer of 2004, it was so extreme that on numerous occasions ended up with an IV drip in my arm, due to dehydration and heatstroke.
Thus when I packed for this trip, I naturally factored in, that the weather would be warm, not to hot and not to cold. Because Iraq is never cold.
Having said that it is obvious what the weather has been like on this trip, one morning filming on a firing range with wind chill it was way below 0 degrees the wind off the desert felt like it was ripping the skin from your face.
Yesterday we went to the roof to try and film an air strike on the city and I put on every piece of my clothing and even with sixty pounds of body armor it was miserably cold. The type of cold wet weather that makes doing anything hard. Ollie took the picture of me in my pathetic miserable state, claiming I looked like the poor child in the school playground that no one will play with.
Would I have traded yesterday for an Iraqi Summer, not likely? But the noisy air conditioner in the room has been cranked up to heat ever since we arrived here. It is not the prettiest air conditioner in the world but it blows good hot air into out little bunkhouse.
1 comment:
Ahh, now don't you wish you had been toting around a nice, comfy, toasty-warm flight suit?
;)
Ben
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