Baghdad Was a Gas

As you may have guessed from the title, I've made a trip back to Baghdad. I've been down for the week doing some training at the Central Criminal Court in the International Zone (formerly known as the Green Zone) right smack in the middle of downtown. Also right across the river from Sadr City, the heart of all Shia insurgent activity in the city, and perhaps overall. Also the seat of the Iraqi government, site of the new US Embassy, and focal point of all internal and external struggles for power in the still apparent vaccuum that the demise of the Hussein regime has created. For a number of reasons, life here is a little dicey.

I've been spending my days going over to the court to sit in on various proceedings and get a better sense of what the Iraqi judges are looking for in order to convict a detainee. The Iraqi criminal justice system is vastly different from our own - it's an inquisitorial system (as opposed to our adversarial) in which the lawyers don't really do much of anything beyond handing the judge the evidence. The judge asks all the questions, reviews the evidence himself, and ultimately makes the call on both conviction and sentence. The method is a bit disconcerting to an American attorney, as it's definitely a whole lot of power to put in one person's hands, but it's their system and we have to support it. It's been an eye-opening experience in many ways. The power goes out here frequently (which, coincidentally, is why I'm writing a blog in the middle of the day instead of working. Not much to do when the lights go out) and a few days ago I suddenly found myself in a pitch black hearing room with an unshackled detainee. There were several Americans in the hearing, and I sincerely doubt I will ever forget that moment and the sound of weapons leaving holsters in the dark. I doubt the detainee will either. It was a tense few minutes but thankfully everyone sat tight as one of our detainee handlers ran and got some chem lights (high-powered glow sticks) and we finished the hearing bathed in warm, comforting neon yellow rays.

There have been times over the last month or so that I've somewhat missed the action in Baghdad, but I can definitely say I am glad I'm not here. This is a truly sinister, hostile place. There is even measurable tension between Americans in this part of town. (ask me when I get home)

I do miss the camaraderie that comes with being around other JAGs though. Up on Speicher it’s just me and one other, which is fine but I think it contributes a bit to feeling like more of a fish out of water than I might elsewhere. I doubt I will ever be able to replicate the feeling of sitting atop the massive former Baath Party headquarters building at night smoking cigars with some shipmates and watching life and death go down around us in what has been and may still be the most dangerous place in the world to be an American. I have to say, though, that I am much better suited for my job at OCI than those here and I believe I will come home having had a much more personally satisfying experience overall.

I was mislead about the turnaround time for getting clothing cleaned here, so I've also had to do field laundry in the shower here and since I put on a clean set of cammies one week ago I've taken a 4 hour helo flight in full IBA, a 30 minute mid-day red zone convoy in full IBA, and taken 3 separate walks through red zones in.... you guessed it, full IBA. (the commute here is interesting) I am utterly filthy. The beauty of it all is I absolutely could not care less. Normal concerns about cleanliness and quality of life are all gone. I have to stay alert, get my job done, and not much else matters. I'm pretty sure I'm rolling around at about 50 Hobo-Power right now. Strong.

Helo flight down here was absolutely amazing. Convoy over was tense but uneventful. Moving on foot outside the wire is about what you'd think it is. Thankfully it was brief, I was not in a bad area, and we had some infantry guys come with us for security. It takes some serious resolve to do that for a living. + respect, yet again.

Back up north to Speicher again soon. Looking forward to sleeping in my own bed.... and reducing my Hobo-Power.

Update 1 – Sat around the helo pad for 3 hours last night only to find the flight never took off from Speicher. Hitched a ride half-way home with a Peruvian security guard who dropped me off well outside the FOB in an area not exactly known for its pro-American sentiment, so I walked the rest of the way in full battle rattle. Not the most fun I’ve had on a Friday night but another memorable one to say the least. I’ll be heading back over to the pad shortly to wait on another flight. I could be stuck here a while.

Update 2 - I'm here for at least two more days. Sweet. Got a ride all the way home this time.

My ride down south.

My ride downtown.

Not a bad looking city from way up high.

Former Baath Party HQ - now our office space. Complete with TPS reports.

This used to be the ceiling of the Baath Party HQ, but some JDAMS crashed the party.

We also fired a cruise missile or two. I found this tiny jet engine in the pile of rubble behind it.

Unnecessary reminder.

Slightly Volatile...

I took the following three pictures in a span of about 20 seconds while waiting for the bus a few days ago.





[Insert painfully retread but never passed on "If you don't like the weather in XXXXX, wait 5 minutes" joke]

Life on Mars

I feel like I've finally landed. The last week has been a bit of a struggle to get my feet under me here at my new home, but after a few days of getting lost and figuring out the way things work around here I'm beginning to get into a routine. I have a feeling I won't be posting as much for several reasons. First, I can't talk about what I do at work all day other than in the most general terms describing the mission, and that's only going to be good for about one post. Second, there really isn't anything to do here but work, PT, eat, and sleep. All of which can be interesting in their own way but not exactly worth writing home about. I will be traveling to our FOBs from time to time - that should be interesting.

I'm set on finding other ways to keep myself entertained but there really aren't many hours in the day that I'm not occupied. The camel spider mission continues - no signs yet but my chances out here in the wilderness are much better than they were in Baghdad. This base is much more spread out (it's literally a mile to the DFAC. Missing the bus sucks.) and undeveloped, so I think if I keep my eyes peeled I have a decent chance at coming across one. Problem is they're apparently most active at night, which is when I like to sleep. Conundrum. There are also these little fox things running around that I keep hearing about but haven't seen yet. Keeping a mammal pet is a little more involved than what I'm looking for, although there were Jackals in Baghdad and if I'd been able to catch one of those you know I'd be riding it to work in like a week. That's not happening up here, but I did find an ammo can on the way home from the gym the other day and I hope to start a garden in it. So far the plan is to dig up cool looking weeds and domesticate them. We'll see how that goes.

From what I can tell Speicher is a good place to live and work. It's named after Navy CAPT Scott Speicher, the first official casualty of the Gulf War, shot down on the initial night of the operation. CAPT Speicher is still MIA and his status has been the subject of significant investigation in the years since he went down. On the map we're just north of Tikrit and about 170 km north of Baghdad, but realistically we're out in the middle of nowhere. There is a significant no man's land between Speicher and the next civilized area, which means anybody wanting to lob rockets or mortars at us has to come out of the cities into the wide open desert to do so. We have a bunch of Apaches here that don't take kindly to insurgents without the sense to stay in their holes, so we haven't taken any IDF in years. My mother is very pleased by this.

The base itself is just about the polar opposite of VBC - extremely spread out, no contractor zoo, nothing really going on other than day-to-day business. It's actually pretty tranquil. It's got a strange familiarity about it to me. When I was a kid my family lived in a house that was backed by a huge (to me) open field that was bare dirt most of the year. My friends and I had adventures about as epic as you can have in a dirt field with nothing more than tumbleweeds and firewood for props. There is an open stretch between my CHU and the next built up area that is eerily similar to that field. I don't think I could get away with building a tumbleweed fort on it, but it's been kind of cool to feel that familiarity in a place so foreign. Another familiar sight from the old field is the dust devil, and we get some impressive ones here. The one below was on it's way to dust devil heaven, but later in the day one sprang up near my office that was at least 50 feet wide at the base. It promptly turned into a sand storm that deposited another solid layer of silt in my lungs. Sweet.


This base is another facility we captured and repurposed. It was formerly the Iraqi Air Force Academy, but I don't think it saw much use since the first war. Most of the buildings are in pretty good shape - I'm not sure we did any fighting here and nothing looks bombed out, but for the decrepit old soccer stadium which may or may not have been where Uday Hussein broke the legs of the olympic soccer team to motivate them after losing a match. I told you he was the mean one. I have taken some pictures of it but none that do it justice yet. When I get something good I'll share. There's apparently a mural of Saddam somewhere that is relatively unmolested, which is a pretty rare find.

On to work. My job here is awesome. As I briefly mentioned before I work for the Office of Criminal Investigations and I'm embedded with the 25th Infantry Division. TF 134 has sent out attorneys to each of the four division-level commands in the country to help conduct regional criminal investigation of detainees for the purpose of prosecuting them in Iraqi courts. Prior to the expiration of United Nations Security Council Resolution 1546 (if I ever talk about this again I'll call it UNSCR) on 31 DEC 2008, coalition forces (CF) had authority to capture and detain any individuals posing a legitimate security threat to the stability of Iraq, and we did so copiously.

On 01 JAN 2009 we lost that authority - now all operations in this country must be run by, with, and through the Government of Iraq (GOI). That means the Iraqi constitution and criminal code are the law of the land. This is a good thing - a whole lot of good people have fought and died to see this process through. Problem is, we're still holding on to a lot of very nasty dudes who were rolled up under UNSCR authority. We've been tasked with prosecuting or releasing all of them in a very short time frame and nobody on our side or in the GOI wants to see some of these folks on the street again. It's in the best interest of the people of Iraq that these guys are brought to justice and I support that principle. That's about all the news that's fit to print on the subject. Our operations are in the news frequently if you look in the right places, so rather than tempt fate discussing verboten subjects here, please feel free to follow what we're doing through open source networks.

Finally, I have an address again - Anyone who'd like it and doesn't already have it feel free to shoot me an e-mail. Please send camel spider traps.

Again with the cheesy paintings. We get Top Gun and Iron Eagle - they get a mural copied form a 6th grader's Trapper Keeper.

I couldn't help but think of this as I passed through this old gate we busted down.

The DFAC. This is where I get my Cocoa Puff on.

My office is much harder than your office.

If you know me well, you'll know what effect this has as I pass by every day on my way in to work.

Like I said, it ain't all ugly...

Like a rolling stone

Welcome back friends - did you miss me? A whole lot has happened in the last week or so but unfortunately due to really bad internet access and the fact the I've been a total vagrant living out of a sea bag I haven't been able to keep up to date around here. Sooooo let's see, where did we last leave our mighty adventurer...

Ahh yes, Camp Victory. Victory is one of several installations on the southwest side of Baghdad that make up the Victory Base Complex (VBC), which includes Baghdad International Airport (BIAP). The area is a combination of marshy wetlands, post-apocalyptic dustbowl nightmare, and man-made lakes housing palaces and summer homes once occupied by Saddam Hussein and the former regime's elite. The centerpiece of the VBC is the Al Faw palace, constructed after the Iran-Iraq war to commemorate the Iraqi army's recapture of the Al-Faw peninsula, commemorated in stunning relief below:



Along the way they apparently put on costumes and stabbed an elephant in the eye to show the Persians they're friggin crazy.


Whether it was that or the grenade tosser's exquisite form, the Iraqi's won the scuffle and today we have Al Faw Palace. Emphasis on the we. It's the headquarters of MNFI and center of almost all decision making power in Iraq. In the surrounding areas you'll find all manner of administrative offices and command centers, including the bulk of TF 134 - my command.

Following some brief general admin for all the Navy folks arriving in-country, we were escorted over to TF 134 legal headquarters to meet with the XO and recieve our job assignments. I wound up drawing just about exactly what I'd hoped for - working for the Office of Criminal Investigations (OCI) as an embedded attorney at an one of the four operational commands responsible for securing the country. I'll discuss what my job actually entails at a later date, but suffice it to say this is what I was hoping for and the only way I'd be happier with the outcome would be to have wound up doing an actual op-law job. The one bummer of the deal is that my two good buddies from NIACT are going different directions and I probably won't have a lot of contact with them. I'm up north working for the 25th Infantry Division, the jarhead is at OCI with me, but he's going west to embed with his fellow jarheads of the 1st Marine Expeditionary Force, and the country-ass is going to the International Zone (IZ) in downtown Baghdad to be a big shot at the Central Criminal Court of Iraq. At one point it looked like we'd all at least work for OCI, but it just wasn't meant to be.

From TF 134 legal HQ, we parted ways with the rest of the JAGs and I made my way over to OCI headquarters. Our office is located in what's left of the summer homes formerly belonging to Uday and Qusay Hussein - Saddam's ridiculously evil offspring. God knows what they did in these places before we showed up, but we bombed the bejeezus out of them and made them our own. Following Saddam's capture, we held him in a special prison cell built in Uday's house. Irony much? I didn't get to take the tour there as it's shuttered up pretty tightly for some reason, but I'll find a way in before I leave. I always do. Click this link for a view of the location and you can zoom out to check out the rest of the VBC and Baghdad.

A lot has been said about the lavish palaces and ridiculous luxury Saddam and his family lived in but I must say it really isn't all that impressive. It's got a really cheesy vibe to it... everything feels like a very 80's, Scarface, theme park imitation of luxury. Close to what they were going for but off the mark just enough that it plays more like a caricature of wealth and power. Granted my basis for comparison are things I've seen in places like Rome and Barcelona that have no equal, but still... you'd think a 30-year dictator could come up with something a little harsher than this:


To each his own I suppose. It's very cool working in those buildings though. We put an impressive amount of hurt on them - shrapnel holes EVERYWHERE and some really big dings when the bombs impacted. I don't know that anybody inside survived to make a stand, but if they did they have my respect. We caught the sons in another location some time after the invasion, but by then they weren't really concerned about their beach houses anymore. I spent a few days at OCI HQ getting the lay of the land and doing some work. Supposed to to down to CCCI for some training but that has been put off indefinitely. In the meantime I've FINALLY traveled up to my permanent home on COB Speicher, a little over 100km north of Baghdad and just above Tikrit, Saddam's hometown. More on the situation here later on. It's well past my bedtime and I'm finally working again, so I'm off for now. I have my own room (of course there's a catch, and because it's me, and this kind of thing would only happen to me, it's a big one that I won't discuss here. Some of you know - others shoot me an e-mail for explanation.) and internet here is a lot better, although it's costing me $90 a month. I suppose that's the price one pays to access the tubes from a warzone.

Final note - I was staying on Camp Liberty in the section where Monday's incident took place, but I left Baghdad earlier in the day and missed the issue completely. Please keep the families of those we lost in your thoughts and prayers.

Qusay (the nice once) used to hang out here. It's beat to hell, but it's all open inside and the rooftop balcony is a good place to smoke cigars and watch the various disturbing happenings on Route Irish, just outside the wire a few hundred meters to the north, and the rest of Baghdad.

Uday (the mean one) did his thing over there. Saddam's cell is in that house and they've got it locked up pretty tight.

The inside of Qusay's house. Notice the finger-paint mural. Keeping it classy.

This is a top-down view into the outside area of Saddam's holding cell where he exercised and grew tomatos in the wooden box at the top of the picture.


Couldn't resist the cheeseball backdrop shot.

Also couldn't help but keep it real at the pool. It's just the way I roll.

The wire, like the opposable thumb, is what separates us from the animals.

On the ground, safe and sound ...

Made it to Baghdad about 0300 this morning. Camp Victory is insane - tons of activity here. Lots more admin, etc. today. Will post more when/if I get settled here.

Baghdad bag drag. (South Park fans - sounds like _____)

Not exactly concerned about box cutters on our flights.

Abandon all hope...

I don't know what to call this but I think it falls somewhere between coach and crap stuck to the landing gear

My first view of Iraq - Baghdad International Airport.

My new hood. Kind of.

Technical difficulties

I don't know why, but as of today only my posts from last month are showing up. Working to fix that but I'm not getting much traction and I'm going to be off the radar for a while again so hopefully it kind of fixes itself. Feel free to mill about smartly until I can drop knowledge at will once again.

Should you begin to feel deprived, please head over to http://www.jag-in-the-box.blogspot.com/ for a different take on the goings on in my universe. The author there is a friend of mine and fellow Navy JAG who is here on the same hot-fill orders that I am operating under. We've been traveling together since the beginning of NIACT and will work for the same command in Iraq, although we have different goals for our specific jobs and may end up in drastically different circumstances.

We can't stop here... this is bat country...

Well hello there. Welcome back to civilization! Or was it just me that decided to take a sojourn on Tatooine? Just me and the Jawas, eh? Well, I can't say I blame you. The blasted lands aren't for everyone. They're actually probably not for anyone, but here I find myself.

As you may have guessed I've just returned from our several days long field exercise and after a relatively amazing meal at the DFAC (dining facility - that's Army for chow hall, which is Navy for cafeteria, which is people for your food is about to suck) and a truly glorious shower I'm ready to share the latest and greatest from Sand Island.

For starters, the Attack of the Show's Pros vs. GI Joes event at the USO turned out to be a huge bust. I stayed up way later than I should have for the sole purpose of appearing on TV to assure Olivia Munn that she need not worry about me falling for a burqa-clad temptress out here in the desert. I'd have liked to have played in the tournament to go head to head on the show with her, but the platform was the new Call of Duty game and I haven't had much opportunity to play it so I'd have been smoked by some lance corporal on my way up for sure. Regardless, there weren't a lot of people around and I had a seat front and center with my sign for Olivia ready to go when the generators promptly dropped dead about 15 minutes before showtime. As AOTS is a live show, they promptly lost it on the other end and all hell broke loose. The laptop running the feed stayed up on it's batteries so we could see into the studio but there was no way to get the power back up in time to do the show. Don't know how the show went - I shuffled back to my tent in abject misery. Hopefully Olivia isn't losing any sleep over the ordeal. God bless the USO for everything they do and everyone at AOTS for showing the troops a little love. Hopefully the lights stay on next time.



My window to the world. And former employer. And former enabler. (Yes, I have broken my massive coffee addiction. I just hang out here for the internet..... really....)


When we tire of real war, we make fake plastic war. I eventually lost a climactic rock-paper-scissors showdown when attention deficits came to a head. The world was mine and it slipped right through my paper shaped fingers.


It was THIS close to being legit.


If you happen to run across this little cat kicking around the street looking all pouty-faced, please let her know we're still cool.

Now that we're caught up - Swine Flu? Really? If we're going to attach an animal to make it scary, shouldn't we pick a scary animal? Two flu's in a row, both animals suck and don't scare me. Rabid Polar Bear on Meth with Chainsaw Face Flu. I'd get that shot. Swine Flu just makes me miss SARS.

Immediately following the evening of my discontent we departed for a few days of fun in the sun on the fabulous Udairi Range in northern Kuwait. The range is massive and a wide variety of training exercises are conducted out here. As excited as I was to get out and train, my arrival on the range was bittersweet to say the least - a friend of mine lost his life out here a few years ago and I had a hard time not focusing on the negatives. Combined with the knowledge that we were situated just a few miles from the southern border of Iraq, it made for a serious exercise.

We all piled into the Flintstone house looking structures you'll see below which served as our classroom, home, and everything else you need a building for. A/C was the sole ammenity - no water, which means no heads (Navy for bathroom), no showers, no cooking. Night one consisted of packing out all of our water and MRE's and stacking our gear outside. I thought my days of 0300 wake-ups were behind me, and I thought wrong. Day two began with eating a dinner MRE for breakfast, which is unpleasant. Now I have to temper that statement a little bit.... just a little . The MRE's here are more legit than those we had in the US. These come with a chemical heater that springs to life with a little water and turns room temperature dog food in a bag into warm dog food in a bag. This is a positive development. I have learned to avoid some of the more atrocious bag bombs and developed a bit of a taste for a few of these God-awful science fair projects gone awry. My favorites, in order of preference, are:

1. Beef Ravioli

2. Cheese Tortellini

3. Cajun Beans w/ Rice

4. Vegetable Manicotti

I hear there are other good ones but quite frankly I'm terrified to investigate. I only touch veggie burgers if I need to search below them. I hope the guy that invented the veggie burger MRE trips on something today.

The training here was vastly superior to that which we received at FT Jackson. Started the day with some close-quarters marksmanship training that was essentially a repeat of some the reflexive fire drills at FT Jackson, but the instructors here are private contractors and seem to be motivated by the fact that they can be fired if they suck. Funny how that works out.

The rest of our time on the range was spent preparing for a massive final convoy drill. We broke into 5 groups of 30 or so to set up our separate convoys. Allegedly the courses were set up to mimic the environments each group will be headed into, i.e. the Afghan people should have had a different experience than the Iraq folks, but I hear the obstacles were essentially the same. We spent a great deal of time going over the intel reports supplied and there was plenty of material to study - from individual pdeople and vehicles we were to be on the lookout for to a variety of villages and traffic obstacles we had to patrol through, all under the watchful eyes of approximately 300 local national participants, some of whom were tasked with killing us. I drew gunner in the lead vehicle yet again, which basically guaranteed I'd be getting some in short order.

A sand storm the first evening brought all preparation and outside activity to a halt. It's amazing how quickly those things pop up. This place can be surprisingly beautiful but it turns on you in an instant. Unfortunately the storm prevented the instructors from issuing our ammunition that night, which lead our convoy leadership to make the decision that we would go forward without ammo. I do not believe they asked any of the gunners for input on this decision. When standing on top of a truck with half of one's body completely exposed, it's a scary proposition to be asked to aim an unloaded weapon downrange and say "bang," even if the bad guys are just playing terrorist. It was bad enough that they didn't give us any big guns and we had to field M16's up top - doing so without ammo felt like being neutered. Regardless, it was cool to get my first look at the up-armored HMMWV's we'll see in-country. They're made by a variety of manufacturers so there are a few variants bouncing around out here. My truck had a decidedly inferior turret compared to some of those in our chock that had windows and all sorts of high speed gear to keep the gunner safe and in the fight. I still did my thing, but I definitely experienced some mild gear envy. We jumped off-road after a dry run of some of the convoy areas on day two and even with all that extra baggage the HMMWV is an impressive vehicle. I can only imagine how much ass a thin-skin kicks in the sand. I have a friend who helps develop vehicles for a very specialized community in the Navy - hopefully I'll be able to take him up on his offer to head out to the desert and test them out one of these days.

Convoy day began at, you guessed it, 0300 with another breakfast composed of fabricated and formed BS being shoveled into my mouth at a slightly increased temperature, followed by doing the scorpion shake on all of my gear and somewhat hesitantly strapping it on in the dark. Luckily no critters (that I know of [no camel spiders BTW. Bummer. The quest rolls on.]) had weathered the storm in my half-buried IBA and we were underway relatively quickly.

I won't go into the tactical details of the operation, but suffice it to say it was a long day. The route was approximately 15 kilometers through several small villages and a full scale town, complete with bridges, overpasses, traffic circles, etc. There were a lot of vehicles on the road with us, some of which had bad intentions, and as previously stated a ton of locals acting as civilians/bad guys. Lead vehicle is a very hard duty to pull, and truck 1 gunner is the most exposed and responsible for securing the most threatening sector. I had my eyes opened yet again. No civilian kills despite the circumstances, which was a plus. I spotted and engaged a sniper from a safe distance, which was a plus. I missed the detonation cord running out of the window next to him, which ran across the road under our truck and connected to a 155mm artilery shell in the berm next to us, which his lady friend blew up, removing my arm. That was bad. There is A LOT going on. It's not enough to find one threat and stay on it - there are just too many areas of exposure. I don't know what I could do differently - I correctly identified a hostile shooter and shot at him, but I missed something right next to him. I think sometimes you just get blown up. Nice.

My shining moment came during the final obstacle of the day. As we approached a village we spotted a large crowd with several IP (Iraqi Police) vehicles and dismounts milling about on the right side of a two-way divided street. We received word from HQ that a coalition convoy had allegedly rolled through about 20 minutes prior and shot the place up, causing understandable distress. We approached the crowd from the opposite side of the road thanks to our TC's (truck commander) good call to jump a berm and put a concrete divider between us and the natives. We dismounted our back PAX (passengers) and they contacted the IP's, who explained that they had several dead civilians across the road and wanted us to send some scouts to check them out. During the interaction the crowd attempted to get close to our dismounts and the IP's. I escalated force appropriately and cleared the area with hand signals and some good old fashioned ass-chewing. Most of the locals cleared out except for one shady dude who kept trying to edge around the divider to our right despite my copious yelling. Having lost an arm earlier in the day I wasn't feeling very sociable, so I trained my weapon on him and let him know he was about to to be perforated. He sulked off to the other side of the street looking a little disappointed, never to be seen again. We found out after the fact that he is a key player in the scenario who is tasked with planting a magnetic bomb on our vehicles and according to the instructor he's good at his job and usually gets it done. He chose not to commit suicide by Mike today and I hope we all learned a valuable lesson. A few minutes later, however, one of his neighbors chose strap on a SVIED (suicide vest IED) and run out of her house toward our convoy. I happened to be scanning that side and I lit her up like Christmas morning, followed in short succession by the truck behind me. What was left of her blew up without fanfare in her own front yard, far from her intended target. Two threats locked down and I only had to kill one of them, and she made that decision on her own. Not bad. Now if I can just stay in one piece for an entire convoy...

Transport brief was tonight. My time in Kuwait is dwindling. It's about to get real.



If this JAG thing doesn't work out, Fred thinks I can get a job from Mr. Slate down at the quarry.


It aint all ugly...



... but it's real ugly.


Rock drill... millions of tiny ex-rocks, actually.


Combat seat belt. Boom.


Sleepover/combat patrol intel brief.


We were doing big boy business so I couldn't get a lot of pictures during the action, but I managed to snap this one on the sly.


I am your lawyer.


I was here.