Suzanne Stetson One Boot Rain overnight turned the dry Iraqi sand of Kirkuk Air Base into a muddy mess that smelled like mold and rot. As I picked my way across the grounds, I watched for the source of the smell. Rats infested the base. I spotted a few already in the pale pre-dawn light, just dark furry bodies that shot away at a creepy too-fast pace. The base carried a hushed morning stillness. A long concrete building with a few narrow windows high along the roofline appeared ordinary but everyone knew it was the morgue. I walked in and under a small sign that read “Dignity, Reverence, Respect.” Inside, three other airmen sat at a table with a card game in progress and sipping coffee. “Morning, Hathaway. Another Groundhog Day in paradise!” White greeted me with a mock toast of his coffee cup. I hadn’t understood the common saying in the first days of my TDY to Kirkuk. Eventually, I worked up the courage to ask White. He shrugged and said, “You know, like that old Bill Murray movie, where he repeats the same day over and over. That’s what it’s like here. Same long day after another.” I nodded my greeting back. I had only been down-range a few weeks and this was my first week in the morgue. I had yet to see a body come in and the others commented it was a bit weird to be this quiet. After my first day’s nervousness, I found I liked the quiet, cool space, and the other airmen who were not the obnoxious, testosterone-laden soldiers who filled every corner of the base like the rats. White treated me like a little sister and Hendrix’s quiet way matched my own. I fixed a cup of coffee, sat at a white, bare counter and glanced around the clinic-like, high ceilinged room. The phone on the back wall rang. Before my eyes, the airmen froze for a millisecond like a paused video tape. Then they moved. Johnson rose to walk to the phone and spoke in simple ‘Yes, Sir,’ and ‘No, Sir,’ and ‘Thank you, Sir.’ White and Hendrix gathered the cards together and cleared the table. We all stood and waited for Johnson to finish the call. My heart pounded so loud I wondered if the others could hear it. Johnson hung up. “There’s one coming in by convoy in thirty. Truck accident.”
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