This is the last "Well we're back at Camp Fallujah posts" that you are going to read by me, and that's because we are DONE.
No more ambushes, IEDs. No more small arms fire, RPGs, booby traps, hand grenades and machine gun bursts. No more post, patrolling or QRF. No more insurgents, terrorists, al Qaeda, Muj, or AIF. No more waking up at 3 am to go out and not coming back for 12 hours. No more route clearance or V-sweeping. No more walking around feeling like everyone is trying to kill you. No more dwell ops. No more wretched hot drinking water, Meals-Ready to Eat, or tuna packets. No more heat rash, heat cramps, heat exhaustion, heat waves or heat anything. No more jumping over shit water canals, or walking through fields of cow feces. No more "Where are we going next?" or "When's our next patrol?" or "Umm...yeah...we're gonna have to go ahead and extend you for another 6 days." No more weeks without showers or running water. No more body odor (we hope). No more worries.
Golf 3 has left the Zaidon for the last time.