The Sandbox  GWOT hot wash, straight from the wire    December
01, 2006  Name: Adam Tiffen Posting date: 12/1/06 Returned from:
Iraq Milblog url:  The morning sun has brought with it an
unusually cloying heat, and I find myself dosing off in the
relative quiet of the Alamo CP. Outside, soldiers pull security
on the rooftop and on the front gate, and fight to stay awake
after a long night of running missions.  Inside the Alamo,
soldiers that have just come off of a guard shift lay fully
clothed on green, sweat-stained cots. Two small rooms have been
outfitted with air conditioning, and a dozen cots have been
crammed into each. Other soldiers lay sprawled on the uneven
tile floor, their noses buried in month-old copies of well-worn
magazines and tattered paperback books.  Coming off of my
rounds, I can’t seem to find the energy to get up and find a
spare cot, so I sit in a chair in the CP to doze. Yawning, I
cover my mouth and glance at my watch. 1300. The hottest part of
the day. Leaning back in the chair, I s