Cigar Club

Well, I started smoking again in Iraq! I did quit the day I left Kuwait though. Anyway, cigar clubs abounded and our group called our space the "Pirates Cove". Good times with good friends surrounded by 12 foot concrete blast walls (T-walls) and an old rickety grill were many cords of stolen wood was burned, along with a weird assortment of things like stuffed bears lowered into the fire on New Year's Eve (hey, we didn't have no crystal ball like in New York!) to jars of Peanut Butter (I thought it would explode, shooting flaming peanut oil everywhere, good thing it just melted!)