American power

Monday, April 6, 2009

South East Montage 4

The last two weeks have been very busy. I haven't had a lot of blog time. As well I've been accumulating a huge number of photographs. Most don't have a distinct story line but have value.

Gunner's Wave

Auto-matic Weapon

Widescreen Windscreen

Wheelbarrow Blues

Bus and a Billboard

Bricks

Street Comber

Moto-truck

Kids

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Nefr Kids Pt. 3

On the most recent day of going out to Nefr the whole group came out and really got into it. I would take a shot, then turn the camera around and show the kids. This resulted in shrieks of joy and amazement.

Ali initialy pulled his sister's hat down over her eyes, when I took the first picture of her. But from there he was a good customer. I was glad to see her and all the kids smiling this time without being corrected for doing so.

Notice the road improvement material in the background. There are several piles of bricks and curbing along the dirt road and half finished sidewalk. Of the 5 times we've been to Nefr, I've yet to see any actual "work" taking place. Construction has begun on this main road through town, but recently the only workers have been sitting and smoking while we were there. Clearly somebody bought the supplies and somewhere near the top of the hand off/out chain, our American tax dollars. Be assured that the monies put into police infrastructure are being observed. Our unit, as do others elsewhere, take note of such things and training as well.

Nefr Kids 2: The Sisters

On the second day we parked and waited while soldiers went into the IP station. I made friends with three girls that are sisters in situation if not by blood.

Initially, at a distance the smaller one was showing me the bottom of her feet. An older girl scolded her for this. Once they saw the camera they smiled and crept forward over time. I imagine that to them, living in the middle of nowhere in the middle of an even bigger nowhere, it must have been really something to have someone finding them interesting enough to take their photograph.

After a while, one of the boys from the previous day, still wearing an "Iraq" t-shirt, sat between the truck and the girls, and scolded them, apparently telling them to hide their faces. He even stood defiant in front of the truck at one point.

Eventually a woman came out and shewed them away. I have to remind myself sometimes that I'm sitting in an up-armored Humvee with a huge gun on top. A member of an invading force, in a war torn country where western influence is not exactly welcome, and tyranny is a fresh memory. As an American, who sometimes forgets he's not a tourist and takes lots of pictures, I should remember that females, of any age in southern Iraq typically do not have the freedom to wave back, and carrying a camera is sometimes more offensive than carrying a weapon.

Nefr Kids 1: Ali's Sister

We've been going out to several different small towns east of Diwaniya recently. On repeat visits you encounter the same characters. These pictures are from our first visit to the town. Ali's the one with the stick. That's his sister in pink. With the weather warming up the kids ask for bottled water more than "chocolata" or "halloween." "Andek May?" he asks raising his thumb to his lips. Ali was the boss. He told the kids to move, he pushed, and they moved without a shove.

I got out my camera. It got pretty interesting. "La!" he said. He covered his sister and pulled her away. There were kids all around, making faces and goofing off for the lens but when when it came to her, it was apparently taboo. Maybe just a protective big brother, more likely a pushy personality raised in a not-so-free female culture that, like a lot of things here, you have to see to understand...so I take pictures.