Men are the most dangerous prey. Which is why it helps to cook them a steak once in a while.
Popp continues with some funny stories of life in Abu Ghraib prison while the weather outside reaches subzero temperatures.
It sounds like a getaway for BDSM couples, but it’s not.
Sometimes during war, especially when you’re camping out in enemy territory, procuring information from the locals can get ugly. But the good news is that afterwards, you can have one hell of a barbecue.
History wins. Walls work. They definitely worked in Abu Ghraib.
Even when you can see trouble coming, sometimes it still surprises you to the tune of 300 casualties.
Sometimes you get lucky, and sometimes you feel guilty for it.
When you’re in the shit, sometimes you have to become a master negotiator so you can become a master debater, if you know what I mean.
Sometimes you get a job that stations you right next to a pond of human feces. Then you really need to work on tuning shit out.
I guess it was inevitable someone would do something this dumb at Abu Ghraib. But at least it boosted morale.
Between ghost kids and the overall atmosphere of the place, Abu Ghraib was hell on earth. This is Popp’s idea of a Christmas video.
How does one deal with a high-ranking officer who likes to hang around the showers?