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Subject = OPNS DESERT SHIELD STORM DIARY   807TH MASH                     

Parent Organization = ARCENT      

Unit = VII CORPS   

Folder Title = SUBORDINATE COMMAND HISTORICAL REPORTS-2D COSCOM-332D MED-341ST MED-912TH MED                   

Document Number =          3

Box ID = BX000308








       several hours to allow the soldiers of the division to clear our
       path of  obnoxious strangers. Approximately 48 hours (and 2
       more rain soaked, bitter cold nights in 5 ton trucks) later we
       arrive at Objective Python near Phase Line Smash (grid coordinates
       N300532/E461852). We are 110 'miles north of Garcia, and only 70
       miles south-southeast of the Iraqi city of Basra. We are to find
       out later that we were the northernmost MASH in the VIIth Corps!
       Dismounting from our trucks, we find ourselves black as coal from
       the charcoal which has leeched out of our chemical suits and onto
       our skin. Fortunately, it keeps the stink of our body odor in as
       well as the nasty chemicals out. Suddenly, we here the voice of
       the first sergeant, as he calls, "Dig in, Iraqi tanks are on the
       way!lf We are all concerned about this unexpected development, and
       dirt begins to fly as holes are dug between the trucks. Then, as
       quickly as this started, it stops. Once again, a rumor has placed
       us all on edge. This type of thing was to become common, as our
       isolation led to a chronic lack of solid information. This
       dearth, however, was always ready to be filled by enterprising
       young soldiers who think they can "fill in the blanks."
             The engineers must grade seven acres of desert flat to erect
       the hospital, and the ground must be staked out first before we
       can place our temper tents and isohuts, but while we are waiting
       for this to occur the first helicopters fall from the sky with
       their cargoes of broken soldiers. We are not "officially" open
       yet, but the wounds will not wait. We begin to take care of the

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