A day without an IED (Improvised Explosive Device; a “roadside bomb”) was an unusual day. Every convoy faced the possibility of IEDs as the primary “adversary”. It was rare for people to actually stand up and fight, but there’d usually be someone there waiting to flip the detonator on us, and on rare occasion take a few pot-shots at us for the primary purpose of  messing with our abilities to respond with medical treatment.

Joe is at the point now where a few weeks of tower guard are actually a nice option… amazing how enticing such a thing is when served up some of the alternative, hm?

Comic Notes: I’m hoping that for Monday’s comic I can re-devote to full color… I may yet have to do a couple black-and-white images for coloration later in the week (and I’m still trying to determine what kind of posting schedule I can realistically sustain) but I think I may be able to get past this most recent period of intense scheduling.