Incoming.....Incoming.....Incoming, I will never forget those words as long as I live. The time that I spent over in Iraq was mind bottling. Meeting new people, eating Samosas..... which is my favorite Indian food. Now that I'm home I always stop by an Indian Grocery store to get a box of Samosas. My friends from India always laughed at me for the love of there food. I remembered when the Iraqi prisoners escaped we were not allowed outside by ourselves after dark.
So many people lost their lives for the love of our country, along with our military men and women so did some of our Indian friends. You look at things like this and you can say that America is not alone. Even though the Europeans don't like Americans, but the US was paying them I could never figure out why they would always say that they were losing money. What really made them mad was the fact that the Americans were getting paid more than them. I think that the Indians should have boycotted even though they were getting paid a lot of money a cording to there country the pay they were getting I could get that working from home.
It makes you wonder about the world and how they are living. My Indian friend Ganga Mohon would always tell me that the money we made over there they could go home and retire and live like a king. My dream trip is to go visit India to see my long distance friends that I once worked within Iraq.
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