Having not eaten prior to my 7 hour roundabout flight into Iraq, I was famished. Unfortunately, due to issues with the contractors that staffed the chow halls in Iraq (go fuck yourself Haliburton!) the chow hall was closed.
On one occasion, I made the trip to Baghdad like I had several other times, and like I always did I set out to gorge myself on the (relatively) good food for the 48 hours I was there. These trips were the best because a) I got paid double time for being in an active war zone and b) the chow hall on the Air Force base I would visit was exponentially better than the shithole we ate at in Qatar (Thanks Haliburton!). All in all it was a sweet gig, and every few months I would fly into Baghdad to do some work with the guys assigned there. About 10 years ago, I spent a year in Qatar working as a contractor for the Air Force.
