An Iraqi with a razor to my throat.....

Today was interesting, I had a straight razor on my throat. It was a new sensation and I can't say that the experience was altogether bad- he straightened my goatee for me. Yes that's right boys and girls- I got a haircut. I had been trimming my own hair with an electric clippers, but I didn't bring them with me to Ba'Quba so I figured I'd get a real haircut. The barber is a local national (Iraqi). He did a good job and then asked, well more like signed as his English is all but nonexistent) if I would like my goatee trimmed. He had trimmed Ron's beard just before I sat down with a straight razor and done a nice job so I said sure. He put a fresh blade on the razor and then made sure that all of the hair on my head was nice before turning his attention to my face. Deftly he cleaned up the edges and straightened it up for me. I was really wishing I had brought my camera so that Ron could take a picture of me of me with the razor on my throat. Kinda freaky, but pretty cool too. Total cost- $3 (I gave him $5 since he didn't cut me and he stayed after hours to give me the trim).

I've continued my working out while at C-3. Today I watched a female CO knock out pushups faster than most guys. I'm not talking wimpy, bent knee, girly pushups either-- she had her feet up on the bench and was doing perfect form pushups. I counted thirty, but by the time I started counting she had probably done that many already. Fitness chicks are cool. (I sound quite chauvinist here don't I?).

Not much else going on here- which is a very good thing given this camps record.