At the time, I was working the night shift on Camp Victory and was walking back to my sleeping tent (I almost called it home) with two co-workers. The sky was lit up with celebratory gunfire and in the video only the tracer rounds are visible. All we wanted to do was sleep, and we were used to ignoring the booms, so we walked the half mile together, along the road with no shelter and watched as the rounds flew above us.
Immediately I thought how uneducated and uncultured the Iraqis must be not to realize what goes up must come down and those rounds absolutely would come down somewhere and could/and did injure and kill people. It seemed like a scary and terrible way to celebrate.
Eleven years later, I realize I had been hearing celebratory fire every fourth of July and now have a legitimate hatred for fireworks and especially for the amateurs who insist on setting their own explosions off. Stupidity doesn’t discriminate.
I know I’m not the only veteran who hates fireworks and I think it’s sad that the men and women who fought for the country can’t always enjoy the celebrating of the county’s independence.