As I have been perusing the blogs I read, I realized one thing. I have had front row seats to tomorrow’s history. I very distinctly remember Sadaam’s capture thanks to one Damage Controlman Third Class(E-4 firefighter). On the CG, it was my habit to sleep in my shop on duty days when I was the Duty Fire Marshal. Everyone could find me, and I never got more than a couple hours sleep anyway. It was early in the morning, and DC3 came tearing ass into the shop and woke me up thus: HT2, WAKE UP! WAKE UP!. Being woke up like that as Fire Marshal usually means the fertilizer has hit the ventilator. I bolt up and get ready to run to wherever. “Dude, turn on the TV.” There, in living color, was Sadaam being pulled out of a spider hole by some US soldiers. I will probably remember that day as long as I live thanks to DC3 M.