A Soldier's Letter Home       

Sgt. Wook McBroom 


  These excerpted letters are from Staff Sgt. Wook Mc Broom to his mom, Kathy.  Wook grew up on the North Fork and attended Sawyers Bar School.  He’s stationed north of Baghdad with the 177th Armor, at a large air base near Balotte, Iran.  His tour of duty in Iraq is supposed to end in February 2005.  Hope to see him home next summer.

Mom,

  ...  Hard to tell how long the Army is going to keep me.  I fear the worst
but really, they can only keep (me) for another three years or so, unless some
kind of catastrophe happens.
  Right now there is a building surge of anger, both in the military and the
civilian sector.   I think the next couple of years is really going to be
absolutely horrible for the Army and the government.  If they keep going the
way they are, they are going to have almost no military left.  All these
guys have had like two and three combat tours and are just slogging along
not saying much.  The generals don’t hear or won’t hear what they are saying
but I listen and there is a mass exodus in the works.  If I talk to an NCO
in my pay grade or one lower, regardless of MOS, I am very likely to find
that he will be getting out after his tour is up.  I would say 70-80 percent
are going to leave.  The Army is expecting like 40 percent.  I hope this
bites them in the ass.  They deserve it for doing this to soldiers and their
families.  Their only hope is that they can get out of Iraq as quickly as
possible.  If they don’t, they will eventually have to reinstitute the
draft.  There will be no way that they can get around it.  As it is, they
are planning on enlarging the Army by at least 30,000, an “interim” fix they
are calling it.  I just hope I can get out before they lock us all down
indefinitely.  Going to be interesting to sit back and watch.
  I am really starting to get bored.  I understand now some of the stories
that the guys we replaced were telling me.  We have lots more stuff than
they did and I can only imagine what it was like for them. 
 All my best to Pop and the boys.
  Take care.
    WJ

Mom,

  Figured that it was time that I write again.  Things have definitely quieted
down some for me now that I have night shift in my new job.  My title is
Assistant Operations NCO.  No big deal, as I get to suck up AC all the time and
watch from on high as everybody else goes about their jobs throughout sector.
 The view from up top is a little depressing.  I get the feeling that the people
in charge of this thing, at all levels, really have no idea how to proceed.
  I find it funny really.  All these officers that run things are products of
a system that is now defunct or dying.  They were raised to fight Soviets in
their thousands.  The generation of officers that last participated in
Vietnam have retired and so no experience remains for a counter-insurgency. 
Sick how history repeats itself.  They really don't seem to understand what
moves this country and it's people.  Iraqi's are impatient and their culture
says that when you promise something, you deliver in a hurry or your
credibility goes right down the crapper.  That is the situation we are in
right now, as thousands of promises to rebuild stuff go unfulfilled every
month.  That is partly our fault and partly the fault of the insurgents. 
That is, of course, their aim.  They degrade public sentiment by making us
seem incompetent or uncaring.  We oblige them by acting heavy-handed out of
anger and frustration.  Junior leaders everywhere know the answer but the
senior leadership is either unwilling or incapable of listening.  The people
themselves are the answer to our problems.  In one of the towns that I used
to patrol, the local mayor, a Mr. Shaukat, felt that we could win much
support for ourselves by continuing the local improvement projects that the
previous unit has been working on.  These were allowed to fall apart or
simply stopped.  Public support and hatred are at their worst right now. 
  Gasp, I wonder why.  This type of frustration is why I want out of the Army.
  They are driving me crazy with this.  Their antiquated, Cold War mentality
is not going to change until it is way too late.
  I am tired of trying to change them.  
I look forward to working with people who are not the castoffs of society.
  Beyond my frustrations, I am doing well.  I like my new job and enjoy the
fact that I no longer have much contact with the locals.  My greatest concern right
now is how soon we will have to come back.
In my heart I fear that we will be back within ten months of our arrival at home station. 
  There will be an entirely new chain of command by the time we come back,
so anything is possible.  I am spending most of my time at work writing
letters, studying my German, writing in my journal or reading. 
  It was 113 degrees the other day.  It is supposed to be somewhere in the vicinity
of 145-150 at it's hottest, somewhere in August.  Blah, I can hardly wait.  Glad I
work at night and inside.
  Well, I guess that I am about wrote out.   Amazing how many people are writing to me. 
Good to know that people back home care.  Well, all my best to you and Pop. 

  Wish I could be home now but guess this is the down side of being a responsible adult. 

  Love you all.  Take care.

WJ

Creek,

...  Well, just as a pleasant closing note, remind everyone
at home that summers are not as hot and dry as they seem.  It is all a
matter of location.  Temperature today hovered around 130 at mid-day.  At
least you all have the River to cool off in.  The Tigris is slightly less
hospitable, with various forms of bacteria yet undiscovered and weapons
smugglers infesting it's shores.  What a great vacation spot.  All my best
to those in the River community.  My thoughts are with everyone there and I
wish that I was among you.  Take care, man.  And yes, I keep my helmet low
to the ground.

 

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