Olympic Village

We holed up here once we got into Baghdad. Within days, we had reinforced the berm that the Marines had made, and cleared out some nice living quarters on the fifth floor of a 12 story government building.

We had no elevator, no air conditioning, no electricity, and no ice. We had to carry our gear and our armoured selves and our weapons up the flights of stairs, with our Kevlars on, until we got to our corridor. That in itself was PT.