Sunday, November 13, 2011
Gibberish...Final Entry
Red Museum Epilogue
February 3, 2009
After I finished my bit on the museum I came across this video clip I took as we were leaving that day. I forgot that I had taken it, and about this kid. But now that I watch it again, (after writing about the museum itself the other day), I think this kid is significant to the museum and the message I wanted to convey. Maybe my point will just fly by some because I won’t quite know how to make it. But if you watch this kid do his thing and have the same feeling I do now, in light of the torture that took place just inside the wall we were standing, then maybe I will give my friends and family more credit for their insight.
It makes sense that the group of American men wearing side arms was just as loud to these boys as they were to us. There’s no real surprise in that since everywhere we go in town we get stares and fingers pointed at us. And it’s not just because I am so good looking…although I could see how that would be someone’s first assumption. But what did surprise me was how brazenly these two boys came up to our group when we were out on the curb getting ready to leave. They actually walked up to Wally, the oldest man in our group, and asked if they could take their picture with him. (Cell phones with cameras are a national craze here.) I think Wally was as surprised as the rest of us were, but he was more than willing to be a part of their day. I offered my services as camera man so both of the kids could get in the picture with Wally. When I went to hand the cell phone back to one of the boys after I snapped their photo I asked him, quite snobbishly, what he was all dressed up for. He spoke enough English to understand and without missing a beat replied, “I’m a rapper, man.” I asked them if I could take their picture and of course they were eager to show off. But as I pulled my own camera out the rapper began to prove his claims for us by sputtering out his jumbled and hilarious mix. I had to stop him mid-beat because I told him I wanted to film his performance. Of course, this made him very happy.
What you see is, in my opinion, the true result of
-Jim Franks
The Red Museum
January 31, 2009
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Rocket Man
December 13, 2008
Going to town in
We try to get to town weekly to do some shopping and get a decent meal. By shopping, I mean going to the Haji-Mart, (They even have a door greeter!), and getting some supplies for basic living like TP and soap, etc. But mostly we get food because the chow on the camp blows. But we also hit the downtown
So here we are, our small team of Americans wading through an
-Jim Franks
Welcome to Kurdistan
December 7, 2008
I made it safely to
Back in the 70’s Saddam had his buddies in
The Kurds have, so far, been fantastic to work with. Their daily operation of not just the prisons, but of the entire region, is much more organized and professional than anything I saw in
The one major difference for me is the landscape. The city of
-Jim Franks
Goodbye Baghdad
November 19, 2008
I’m spending my last night here on FOB Shield contemplating the past year. Tomorrow I leave for my new post up north in a place called Sulaymaniya. (“Sooly”, from here on out.) I spent the evening playing cards with my regular group, of which I am, or was, the longest standing member. I said my goodbyes to the friends I have there and then wandered lazily back to my room. It was a beautiful fall night for a walk. As I did I looked around at what has been my home for the last year and was struck with a lot of different feelings about it. I never thought I would come to think of this place as my home, but in a way that I think must be common to soldiers and contractors alike, I have done just that. So now when leaving here enroute to a new home I feel a bit sad and anxious and excited, all at the same time. The feeling is very much like the one I had when I left home last December.
So much has happened since then that I almost don’t know where to begin to categorically place it all in my head. I have seen and done so many things, and have traveled 360 degrees of the emotional spectrum as a result. Can I even try to use words to describe it all? I’ve felt thrilled, sad, challenged, lonely, spooked, sickened, surprised, accepted, respected, loved, and proud as hell...to name just a few. Back when I was debating leaving my life behind and coming here I factored personal change into the deciding equation. I had hoped this experience would help me grow as an individual and a man. And on the eve of my second departure from “home” in the last year I have to admit that examining myself for signs of that change hasn’t been easy. The experience so far has been a roller coaster of sensations, some of them painful, some of them joyful, but all of them encouraging and progressive. Self awareness isn’t something I believe I have ever accomplished. But knowing today that the last year, despite needing an “E ticket” to have ridden it out, has had a constructive outcome on me personally is the single greatest accomplishment of the entire time.
I have made so many new friends here in
I’m told that where I’m going the war almost doesn’t seem to exist. That’s just fine by me. Although I will miss the excitement of Baghdad…the mortars and hellfires, the sights and sounds of IED’s and sporadic gun battles, and all the other constant reminders that Toto and I aren’t in Kansas anymore, I feel in my bones that it is time for the next chapter to begin. I am eager to get to work and contribute to the mission up in “Sooly”. But it’s my future and the endless possibilities that it holds for me as an individual that encourages and excites me the most. So goodbye
-Jim Franks
Direction
November 16, 2008
It’s taken me months to figure a few things out. Today is a day of realization, of self awareness, of change. Its strange how a man can think he’s searching for something and yet the whole time be just going round and round in small circles. I guess finding the truth is all that matters, no matter how long it takes. The truth today for me is that I am alone, making my way in totally uncharted waters…and I am OK.
I left home almost a year ago and thought then that I knew what I was doing. I made the plans, took the steps, and said the goodbyes. But when it came down to it all I really did was launch my little boat into a stormy sea, and the worst part was that I did it without a rudder. I kept a small life line tethered to home to keep me feeling safe and like I knew what I was doing. Truth be told, I was scared to really let go; terrified actually. But what I have wanted all along is to let go and navigate these waters all by myself. It’s why I made the decision to leave. It’s why I quit my career, left my loved ones, left my home and life behind to come and see what and who I really was. And ever since arriving I have felt strongly that this is where I was supposed to be. I’ve never had such a feeling of belonging before. The search for truth is one thing, but the self assuring knowledge that you are on the right path, in the right place, home…is just liberating. But even though I felt this way I still was very scared of the unknown. My life has been filled with so many disappointments that I never thought I could handle another one of this proportion. So I kept my life line tethered to home, to what I believed was safe. I have come to realize that I will never move forward though if I keep looking back at that life line. So with the help of fate and my very best friend…I cut it.
I put my rudder in the water for the first time in the year since I left, and control of direction is now mine. I’m still scared, but it’s what I want so I will turn and face it. Not knowing what life will hold for me feels like I am staring into a giant, black void…yet still being blinded. But I want to do it. I’m not going to look back any more, but keep my head forward and searching for the best path to my new life. I know I won’t navigate my way home until I am ready to. Right now, I am not ready. But when I make the turn for home I will get there under my own power, strong and self assured. The fear I feel is tempered with a sense of pride today. It feels good for the first time in a very long time.
-Jim Franks