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Capital City Security (CCS)

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Last month I was in Capital City.  Part of my time in Capital City was spent in a Super Secure Compound.  The Super Secure Compound is very large and diverse.  It has neighborhoods.  The United Nations (UN) gives it its own Danger Rating.  It is Moderately Insecure, which is a whole two levels down from the rest of Capital City (Highly Insecure).  The UN must have its reasons for this.  But the Super Secure Compound (SSC), being super guarded, is super-duper high profile.  Quite often, some people drive trucks up near the SSC and fire mortars into the SSC.  And, listen – I just have to mention – mortars have never been fired at me when I HAVEN’T been in the SSC, and that may be a point about its general (in)security.

For a few reasons, there was a young teen staying with me in the SSC.  We didn’t have any languages in common.  My first night there, people outside of the SSC fired mortars into the SSC.  Warning sirens went off about 30 seconds before the first ground-shaking booms.  The sweet kid and I weren’t used to the sirens.  Our reaction time was slow.  We were too late to run outside to the bunkers (must be done immediately or not at all).  Instead, we walked over to one of the cots in our trailer and scooted underneath it.  We both then began giggling.  We huddled and giggled together while the bombs fell.  Boom, boom, boom, tee, hee, hee.  We stayed there until the All Clear sounded, my arm protectively around her shoulders and my hand on the back of her head, which we both knew would protect her about as much as the cot would have from a direct hit (read: not at all), snickering at the absurdity of it all, and for want of any other way to communicate with each other (giggling is a universal language).

It was nearly midnight when this occurred.  The All Clear sounded, and I went outside to talk to the Security Men.  The Security Men (SM) were standing in the gravel parking area, smoking.  The tips of their cigarettes burned bright red with every deep inhale that filled their lungs and smoke swirled around their heads.  They’d counted about twelve rockets, they told me.  They said that it was Business As Usual (BAU) and we could go to sleep.  The next day, when I chased them down in the Mess Hall (MH) for more information, and I caught them gathered around the Nescafé (NC) table, the SM told me that up to 30 rocket rails had been found outside of the SSC, some with 107 mm rockets still on them, pointing at us.  Along with the IDF, there had also been several IEDs, two VBIED, and a lot of SAF, but there were no cas., thank God.  They had NFI about the impact sites, and I never saw any craters.  For the rest of my week there, we weren’t attacked again.

That night, I went back to my little trailer with the Sweet Kid (SK).  The internet was working but very slowly, so I typed into Google translate “It was bombs, they are over, we are okay now,” and she read the translation.  She nodded.  I hugged her, and then we went to sleep, our bedroom doors wide open.


Written by ilchwl

3 July 2011 at 6:59 pm

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