My Night On A Mercenary Compound
DECEMBER 12TH, 2007 | Polis for Congress
Mercenaries, Missionaries, and Misfits
Cross-posted on SquareState.net, MyDD.com, and DailyKos.com
As we pulled out of the Al Rashid hotel around 6 pm, we saw smoke a few hundred yards off, and wondered why our van was made to halt at the checkpoint. Apparently a car bomb or mortar shell had gone off, so the checkpoint was closed and we could not leave the Green Zone. We waited about ten minutes, then were told to get out of the car by the “Triple Canopy” Peruvian/Corporate troops. They took us behind some bunkers. The only Spanish-speaking member of our group, I joked around with them. It was all in a day’s work for them; this is their job.
After another fifteen minutes, they let us back in our van and re-opened the checkpoint. Just another day at Assassin’s Gate. As we sped through the red zone wearing our bullet proof vests and helmets, we got a few glimpses of regular Iraqi life such as it is. There are always three vans, and the front van pulls all sorts of maneuvers to head off oncoming traffic, create a path for the other vans, and trip any explosion wires so we don’t. Every trip through Baghdad is a risk, but these mercenaries are professionals and excel at their jobs.













