Backscatter
After night has finished gnawing away the
last, feeble scraps of daylight our area is reborn in darkness. Twilight provides a stark reminder of the
architectural gulf between central Baghdad and
Our realm lies submerged in that great
oceanic darkness, an inkstain flecked with prickles of lonely light. In this jet landscape the only color is the
burnt orange of sodium lights, flickering like the campfires of a ancient army.
Driving in central Baghdad is relatively simple - the collective
backscatter of a hundred thousand naked bulbs pulls away the curtains of night. Since the area is already thick with light most
HMMWVs think nothing of flipping on their service lights and adding to the
photonic din. But in the unsteady
darkness of southern Baghdad headlights are a dangerous
liability. Their powerful light stabs
through the night like a blade, their sheer force drawing every waking
eye. To avoid this photonic betrayal our
HMMWVs move through the night sheathed in darkness – roaring nocturnal
predators hurtling through the gloom.
If we relied on our own naked eyes our
mission wouldn’t last long - we would end up blindly hurtling off into one of
the deep agricultural canals. Fortunately
our success isn’t contingent on our own eyes, built as they are for the light
and warmth of day. Instead we rely on
our trusty night vision goggles (NVGs). The
minutes leading up to our night patrols are marked by the spring loaded click
of NVGs mating to Kevlar helmets. In
their stand by configuration they seem to erupt out of the front of our helmets
like a great misshapen horn. When we
leave the wire these ungainly protuberances drop down and lock into place, eyecups
nestled against your eye soft plastic leeches. In this configuration the upright horn seems to jut out from your face
like a long thermoplastic eye stalk. These
cyclopean sights incessantly tug at your trapezius muscles, but in exchange for
their nagging weight they peel away the cloak of night, and reveal the darkness
in her naked splendor. The emerald
images the NVGs splash across our retinas allow us to move like wraiths across
the silent moonscape, dodging and weaving through the murk.
Despite the visual enhancement driving in
blackout remains a pulse quickening ordeal. To get a flavor of just how difficult the process really is grab a
toilet paper tube, and lash it to your eye. Then tape your other lid shut and get
behind the wheel. You will quickly get a
sense of just how challenging night driving can really be. And that isn’t even taking into account craters
large enough to swallow a HMMWV, the specter of newly emplaced IEDs, and the throat
clogging clouds of dust. Our vehicle
crews have long since mastered this silent art, but it never seems to get any
easier. But then again nothing here
seems to be all that easy.


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