I was sitting in my room talking to my roommate about the mission we’d just came back from. We had the rest of the day off and were planning out what we would do with it. Figured we might go to the gym for a while, come back and watch a movie or two, then go to midnight chow before turning in for the night. It’s pretty much all there is to do at our camp. There’s not much of a threat where we are. The most common threat here is indirect fire. We have an alarm that goes off to warn us, it’s called the c-ram, and the few times we do receive incoming it usually is so far out that we barely here the explosion. That afternoon, as Green and I sat there chatting and carrying on, we heard the c-ram start blaring. It was coming from the speakers above our company’s offices. It sounded as though the speakers were right by our heads The alarm is high pitched and seemed as though it was going to burst our ear drums. As we ran out of our room to bunker one we heard multiple explosions that shook the ground. The sand bags between the rooms are old and falling apart and with each explosion dirt fell. Caught in the breeze, the dirt was getting into our eyes, mouth and nose, making it hard to see and breath. People were yelling, trying to make sure the soldiers were all there, but with the mortars still impacting around our camp you could barely hear. One of my Sergeants was standing near me with a radio which was announced celebratory and indirect fire. It was but a moment and we began to hear the rounds bouncing off the tops of the rooms behind us. When it seemed the worst was over, and they might be calling the all clear soon, we began taking the names of everyone inside the bunker. Those soldiers that smoke stepped out side the bunker and lit one up. I remember smelling the smoke from the cigarettes and being thankful that we were all lucky enough to have made it to the bunker in time. When the all clear was given, and we walked over the dirt of busted sand...