Chapter 70 Ghosts Of The Past

• It has come to that time again that I need to say my goodbyes. The week has come and gone faster than I wanted. It feels that I have not spent near enough time with Isabella. The most unbearing thing shall be being away from the baby. I have grown fond of the idea and even more attached to something that has not yet even given shape. To say that I am not going to miss the both of them with be a lie.
• The anticipation of deploying on the other side is equally just exciting. This time we will be away for a definite six months. This time the stakes are higher, and the danger is far greater. Camp Baharia in Fallujah, the base name, has a tight connection with its operating force; in fact, the Marine Corps are referred to as mushaat al baharia in the Arabian language; hence the free translation, the name describes the navy walkers. Among the military troop and plenty of other officials, including the 2-nd Battalion 1-st Marines, it is referred to as Dreamland.
• And this is where we are headed. Isabella is petrified; in a way, I am very grateful that she will not be deploying with me; in my opinion, this is not a place for a woman. It can get brutal, and it can get deadly; it is the center of resistance. Just recently, four civilian contractors were killed, and five Marines lost their lives.