The Badr Brigades, a militia that worked for radical cleric Muqtada al-Sadr, threatened anyone who “collaborated” with the coalition forces. So the guys that drove our poop trucks wouldn’t come on base. Essentially, they were on strike, except not for the usual labor-relations type reasons of better pay or weekends off. They feared for their lives or the lives of their families while they were on post, vacuuming out the orange plastic chemical toilets on our section of Camp Victory.
Also, in every war movie, there’s that moment where the heroes are surrounded, cut off, without supply or support, and someone says –all dramatically– “We’re on our own”. So I had to have that here. Forgive me.