The mortar round that nearly ended me
It was the closest I ever came to dying. During my year in Iraq, I was stationed on one of (if not THE) smallest bases in country. A “magical place” (eye roll) named Log Base Seitz — or more appropriately nicknamed “Mortaritaville”. It was about a mile long by 300 meters wide. For reference, Camp Victory next door, was 20 square miles. Yeah, we were tiny. A little speck on the war map. Anyway, in the year I was there, 1153 mortar rounds landed in that 1 mile by 300 meter area. Imagine a dart board with every last inch