B Company, 3rd Battalion, 10th Special Forces Group base camp in Chameju, Iraq.
"Tower of Babble". SINCGARS satellite radio. Looking west from base camp.
From base camp, looking west, down into swimming hole valley.
Me at swimming hole. Who knows what died or crapped upstream. Gave me a dick infection.
From A-Team's position, looking northwest at base camp.
From A-Team's position, looking north up road. We would walk up the road, then turn west into the swimming hole valley.
HIgh class limo. Usually, the Kurds used dump trucks for taxis.
I remember this road being scary. Now, it does not look so bad. Note the Chinook.
CPT Scholz on the river north from Chameju.
Médecins Sans Frontières hospital on the river north of Chameju.
Food distribution point up canyon from Chameju.
Me patrolling south of base camp.
Kurdistan has some seriously rugged terrain. Our patrol climbed the hill to the right.
Looking down from the hill, at the road southwest from Chameju, back to civilization.
Me and the Iraqi bunker on top of the hill. Nothing could move on the road if this was occupied.
Two of the other three guys on the patrol. Wish I remembered their names. Looking east from the bunker.
CPT Scholz and A-Team leader pow-wowing with the Kurds in a small city -- possibly Derlak or Suri -- between Chameju and Zakho.
Food distribution point in the small city. (Either Derlak or Suri.)
The Kurds are not big people. One guy, sometimes 70 years old, would hump the 100 lb. bags of flour.
Me in my base camp hooch. Looking east, across the road, at our LZ.
CPT Scholz napalming ants.
On the road from Chameju back to Zakho.