Your View: Photos submitted by Stars and Stripes readers
July 10, 2006
Nobody knows better than Stars and Stripes what you go through downrange. Except you. So we want your help in telling your story. E-mail us your digital photos, depicting what life is like wherever you are, whether on the FOB or on a mission somewhere in the wild. It’s “Your View” of your role in the wars, whether Iraq, Afghanistan or somewhere else. Candid (not posed) shots are best, and please include your name, unit, location and a short caption explaining the picture and your thoughts when you took the shot. Selected photos will be used in the paper and here at stripes.com. E-mail your photos to: firstname.lastname@example.org.
Photos published July 10, 2006
Submitted by Spc. James A Schmill, Co. D, 2nd Battalion, 4th Aviation Regiment, 4th Infantry Division, Camp Taji, Kuwait. These pictures are of our aircraft on the flight line while in Kuwait before we moved north. The sunrises there were about the only nice thing about the place.
Submitted by Capt. Pedro Agapay, Border Transition Team 5, Iraqi Assistance Group. Kenneth Zenfeldmann, a U.S. Army engineer gets his Captain bars pinned on by the Iraqi Border Police Commander, Brigadier General Shalaan in Ninewa Province. Zenfeldmann and I worked with the Iraqi Border Police for 10 months on many diverse missions along the Iraq and Syrian border ranging from staff training to combat patrols.
Submitted by Command Sgt. Major Thomas J. Clark, Task Force 22nd Signal Brigade. This was taken at the Abu Ghraib prison site — the brigade commander and I sat down to eat and take a break while we were moving out the battlefield with the 440th Signal Battalion’s ground assault convoy team. The Soldiers snuck to my right side and set up a tight stack — or their version of one.
Submitted by Staff Sgt. Michael Martinez, Task Force MED 344th, Camp Bucca, Iraq. This unit was pulling security for a group of choppers bringing some VIPs to a base near Baghdad. You could feel the intensity as the choppers were landing, and feel the whip of the blades cutting through the air causing the sand to fly in everyone’s face.