On Sunday morning, at about 4 AM, we were hit with five mortars. This is a relatively small attack and happens at least once a week. One mortar went through someone's CHU roof and out their window (not near my CHU area). That was one lucky guy or girl and I am sure they were at Sunday services that morning!
The next morning my co-worker, Tom, asked if I enjoyed the C-Bunker last night. I thought he was pulling my chain, but he wasn't. He heard about five huge booms (the loudest he's ever heard) and scrabbled to meet a full C-Bunker of other soldiers. I am usually a light sleeper, but I didn't hear a thing.
Mortars are nothing new to me, but sleeping through them is! It's kind of a scary thought that I didn't hear anything. Maybe the long hours at work are kicking in and I am finally getting use to this deployment thing.