JimSpiri ”THE LAST LAP #3”
The latest journey called, "The Last Lap" - IRAQ, 2015
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 It is in the afternoon about 4:45 pm.  I have had three full  days here in Iraq so far and that’s not to mention the two days of travelling just to get here  and the week it took to get ready to come.  Needless to say, it’s been quite a drain on my  body that is now 59 and holding.  Recently, I hurt my shoulder a few months ago and I  know it’s a torn rotator cuff.  The pain is excruciating and it has caused me to be on guard  doing simple things.  Throwing a baseball or reaching behind my back is out of the  question.  I know it needs surgery but I had to wait until this journey is over.  I knew the  recovery time would be too long.  Most say six months or so.  Today, the shoulder is  hurting. But, I’ll get over it.  I was taken to meet two very important men.   Their names are General Abid and General Abdullah.  They are brothers and live next to  each other with their  families.  These two  men are about my age.   They are military men  and also extremely  intelligent.  They also  are excellent hosts and  treated me with  incredible dignity.   In  the past two days I have  come to know them and  their stories.  It is  exactly what I thought  might be here and the  dialog I have struck up  with them is the best  conversation concerning  situations all over this  country that anyone  could be privy to.  The  one thing about being near  the age of 60, all over the world is the fact that one gets a little respect just because one  has managed to stay alive on the planet.  From time to time back home, it is difficult to  convince people of some things if you’re not wearing a suit and tie.  I like being here and  having people treat me with respect just for having made the journey to come and see and  listen.  It is something that always stokes my interest in what people have to say.   Someone told me once that if you want people to listen to you, learn to listen yourself.   I’ve done a lot of listening lately and from time to time it pays off.  This current  experience is one of  those times.  On this evening I would  learn from these two  Generals the recent  history of the battle for  Dholoyia.  What I heard  was the story of what  happened beginning last  June, 2014, and lasting  until December 31,  2014.  That is a span of  nearly 7-months. During  this time in Iraq, we at  home heard that this  group we now call ISIS  had taken over a fair bit  of territory in Iraq, most  notably in Ninevah  province, Mosul.  Mosul is in the north of the country.  It was one of the most important  cities in Iraq and suddenly it was now under ISIS control.  The speed and intensity of this  takeover of Mosul caught everyone’s attention.  Shortly after this event here in Iraq, a  move was made to come south.  I do not recall hearing about this all that much but some  things were known to me.  I knew Tikirit was in the scope of ISIS but below, or south of  that, I was unaware of what was going on.  Turns out, what was going on was the push  south was going to an area that I was a bit familiar with.  The area near Balad, specifically  Dholoyia, which is an agricultural area on the Tigris River.  There is a lot of farming in  the area.  It is all the “Fertile Crescent” as we learned in grade school.    The two Generals, Abid and Abdullah began to educate me on what has come to be known  in Iraq as a kind of “last stand” situation that the residents of Dholoyia took.   Unbeknownst to me, this place took a firm stand and basically said, “No” to ISIS.  ISIS  has lots of names from times past.  Here, their new name doesn’t really mean that much.   It is all old and new remnants of what we called AQI, or Al-Queda in Iraq.  Names change  but pretty much it’s another gathering of bad guys fighting the remaining population that  has refused to go along with what we in the west call, radicalization.  This is by no means  meant to say that everyone here was, is or has been the best of friends towards the west.   In fact, exactly where I am at this point had been known as part of the “Sunni Triangle”  which was full on bandit country during the war years.  I spent the late afternoon and well into the evening discussing the current situation in Iraq.   I was later invited to the Iftar meal (during Ramadan, fasting during daylight hours is the  custom with the sunset bringing the time to break the fast, which is called the Iftar meal)  for the next evening.  I readily accepted.  Getting to know these two military men of Iraq  is quite an education for me.  I am constantly impressed with the levels of education  among the folks that I am meandering about.  All are wise beyond their years and have  much insight into how things in the world, especially Iraq, really operate.  It makes me  wonder again why Paul Bremmer made it his personal agenda to rid Iraq of these leaders  after the invasion of Iraq.  Later this evening, we returned to my hosts home and I began to download and upload my  work from the day and write what I could.  The night was now late.  Sleep and time  changes and heat and all the information gathered began taking a toll on my body.  Eventually, sleep came as I stretched out on my accommodation and treasured my pillow.   I was exhausted.  It was very late.  The sun would be up soon.  I was here doing what I  had come to do.  All was well.  I was safe, I was not hungry, I had plenty of good water  and my host is the best thing that could have happened to me in Iraq.  I was in perfect  hands.  All my prayers had been answered.  End of #3.
Fruit stand in Dholoyia Grocery shopping in Dholoyia Another market place business in Dholoyia Unique street scene in Dholoyia Daily Life General Abdulla (L) and my host, Haithem (R) The Generals back yard on the Tigris Recreation and fishing on the Tigris Summer on the Tigris in Dholoyia Gen. Abid (L) Spiri (C) Gen. Abdullah (R)

The Last Lap #3

Unique street scene in Dholoyia