Back in my days ...

Okay, I figure it is time to be grouchy old people. Compare the activities of the group now to how it was done in your day. I figure it is never too late for a little cross-generational learning (evening though the ideal way to perform improv skits is hardly relevant to my life).

I'll confine my comments mostly to the comments section, but I would start out with these two:

Plus: Man, the video quality of the younger generation is SOOOO much better than back in our days. Crisp video is nice, but sound that can actually be understood by people not participating in the scene is a huge boon. That DVD with the three Za movies was great and I am wondering where the alums can get our hands on a copy.

Minus: The quality wasn't great, but we actually filmed most of our shows. Sitting back in my house is a VHS tape of the ten year reunion. I can remind myself of what happened, so I don't mutter to myself "I don't remember any of this" like Rich. Video taping the shows was also helpful in honing our craft. We could sit and watch tapes of the shows and try to find ways to improve our product (i.e., cut back on dead time between skits).

Okay, I've set the stage. Now y'all take over.

News Analysis from Felipe

We take you now to SPC Felipe Perez, who has witnessed historic elections in Iraq.

Date: Sunday, 30 January 2005

Subject: Democracy, Public Affairs, and Bad Haircuts

Mixed with shock, relief, and humility, I am mostly happy to say that elections here in Mosul are going well. With a few hours left before the polls close, turnout has been solid, the city feels more or less safe, and voters seem to feel genuinely privileged to be participating in the democratic process. Had you asked me a week ago I wouldn't have expected it, but I feel blessed to be able to bear witness here, and honored to have played a small part.

I hope I'm not jumping the gun- that day ain't over yet, and the fat lady won't sing until the votes are counted, but I gotta say I'm feeling pretty good right now. That's my honest, initial reaction, which wanted to share while it was still warm.

Also, I finally got a few spare minutes to write, as I'm stranded for the night at a small base south of Mosul. Had to jump on a last minute mission to fly some time-sensitive, Iraqi official documents down here (read between the lines), and it turns my ride wasn't heading back to Mosul after dropping the stuff off. I got no toothbrush, no razor, no sleeping bag, and no clean clothes, but at least it's quiet down here.

Now I need to go and write a press release (was recently promoted to head Public Affairs, thereby doing the work of an officer for the pay of a private), where I walk the fine line between touting the Coalition's (specifically, my battalion's) role in making this happen and applauding the Iraqi government and people's courage in pulling this off.

Anyway, I've been working lots lately, been pretty tired, been sometimes scared, been occasionally cranky, and often frustrated. But, all in all, the worst I can say that's happened to me all year is the bad haircut I'm currently wearing (picture an anal Army buzzcut, minus the neatness). Can't complain, really.

Much love-

Felipe

Another job well done by Z-Force! Kind of humbling, huh? While we were preparing for the reunion, Felipe was preparing for elections in a precarious part of the world. We doff our Viking helmets to you, Felipe.