Time to fly to Iraq

Well the day finally came to head up to Camp Bucca. There was some debate whether we would be on a 3 hour convoy up to Bucca versus a 20 minute flight by Blackhawk helicopter. Luckily, we were able to fly. Here I am at the airport with some Blackhawk and Chinooks in the background.


Here is my best picture to date. The sun was coming up silohuetting the Blackhawk just right and....ooh la la...magic. I'd like to dedicate this photo to my beautiful wife Mindy and my sweet little rug burners and curtain climbers who support me in my photographic efforts among other efforts :)


We could only bring one duffle bag and a backpack on the bird and even then we were packed like sardines. You could wiggle your head a little bit to see out the window, which was pretty much desert anyway. Although they did have occasional stretches of tree nurseries on the Iraqi border, a green oasis in a sea of sand.


Looking out the window you can see our wingmen, flying in tight formation...pretty cool I thought.


We landed safely in Camp Bucca with all limbs attached, here are the 3 birds on the landing pad.


Here I am unloading my stuff. Finally made it to Bucca! Seemed like forever.


Wave goodbye to the birdie! Thanks for the ride.