Finally I am no longer living out of a duffle bag and my ruck sack, I signed for my room on the 2nd and stayed up late that night emptying out my duffle bags and the boxes that I present from the states with all my military and snivel gear. When I walked into the room it reminded me of my dorm room at UW-Whitewater. This room is definitely longer and somewhat narrower. The window due to force protection is sandbagged from the outside to 1) keep any shrapnel from a rocket or mortar attack from entering the room and it keeps any light from the room from shining out during the night. The building exterior remind me of a Motel 6 or those old motels that are on HWY 41 between Ryan Road and Drexel Ave in Franklin WI. I am lucky though as a Colonel I get a single room so there is only one bed and one wall locker in the room which makes it a decent size and it is a cement building not a trailer! It was 45 + days since I packed a couple of those duffle bags that I forgot what I had packed. Needless to say some of items went back into the duffle bags and unlike some of my peers I don't need knee pads to get my work done so those went into the duffle bags also.
The first night we were sitting outside smoking some cigars and BSing and I hear this thundering boom and off course get up and start heading to the hootch for cover. When I get up I pull that same quad muscle and all the guys are laughing at me because it was out going artillery fire. No one told me that there is an artillery unit close by depending on what's going on outside the wire periodically will support some of the ground troops with artillery. Now it is not uncommon to be sleeping and you suddently hear the loud booms of the cannons, I imagine that soon I will get used to it and will just rollover and continue sleeping. Talking about big booms, a couple of days ago I had just finished getting served in the chow hall and was looking for a seat when there was this huge and I mean huge boom and the DFAC (dining facility) shook like an earth quake. At first many of us thought that a huge rocket had landed outside the DFAC, so I just dropped the tray on a table and made my way to a duck and cover outside the DFAC. After a couple of minutes there was nothing else so it was back to the DFAC and finish eating. Come to find out it was a VBIED (Vehicle Borne Improvised Explosive Device) that went off outside the wire. It had over 400 lbs of explosives and I would imagine did a number in the vicinity where it went off.
I got to play Lieutenant again the other day. The Iraqi soldiers that were supposed to be attending boot camp seems they never made it to boot camp. I was out checking some of the construction sites and ran into some soldiers at the depot site. Our interpreter asked them if they belonged to the depot and they said yes that they had just finished training. That struck me as odd since the only way to get out of any military boot camp worldwide is to either be carried out in a body bag or to graduate. Come to find out they showed up at the follow on course they were supposed to have taken after graduating from boot camp. So I spent the next 2+ hours coordintating with the senior Iraqi Depot officer on post who was Major J of the Iraqi Army to ensure that by 0830 the next morning the troops were moved out of the billets they were staying in, had all their personal belongings and were on the bus which would take them to boot camp. Sure enough Major J came through with flying colors and when I showed up at 0830 they were in formation waiting to get on the bus. I was impressed since timeliness is not something the Iraqi's are known for. They reported in on time and democracy was saved for at least another 24 hours, these guys attending this cycle of boot camp were key since all the training we will be doing later this summer and fall hinged on them graduating from boot camp. I could now concentrate on my real duties as a PMO.
Things are starting to take hold at the work site, contractors are working on the main small arms building at this time, we have several small jobs for improving security and cleaning up and razing condemned buildings in the queue for funding, and once that happens we can execute and get this place cleaned up and starting to look like a real military complex.
Good news from the home front (I usually call home or HQ6 calls me every two days), with school ending, report cards were received and Ascension for the third semester in the row got a 4.0 in nursing school and she still doesn't have a boy friend, with great news like that what else could I ask for! She starts a nursing internship this summer at Kaiser in San Francisco. Javier had over a 4.0 with his AP classes so that is good news and I am impressed that he like his dad got an A in history! Looks like he'll be getting his drivers license sometime this summer, so San Jose watch out!! How about those A's took the first three games from the Red Sox and today go for the sweep, it good to see them at 4 games over .500 in June, they usually are about 15 games below .500.
The Colonel
07 June, 2007
01 June, 2007
Frequent Flier Miles and Where are the Peanuts??
It's been a very busy week plus since the last time I wrote. Here in Taji the week went by very quickly as it has been boots on the ground time for myself and the two other folks that are currently assigned to my group. SSG Gamboa who is the PMO Administrative NCO and Jeremy Way the Corps of Engineer Resident Engineer for this project. No sooner were we on the ground than we were going through the respective build areas to see what contracts needed to be set up to take care of ancilliary projects that required prior to the heavy duty refurb and construction that will take place. Getting rid of junk and old destroyed vehicles, razing condemmned buildings, security improvements as you can never have too much security etc. Though I have been in theater over a month one thing is working in an office with AC and another is spending most of the day outside in 110 weather. By 2100 hrs I feel like a piece of wet spaghetti and am ready to hit the sack after a nice shower to get all the dust. dirt and sweat off of me.
As for command and control we have some of our Iraqi counterparts up here so I am able to do tactical weekly meetings and then meet in the IZ with the group of Iraqi counterparts to do more of the strategic planning. Ownership in a project is key for me and I want them to know that they need to roll up their sleeves and work with us and meet us half way. So what better way to do that then schedule meetings in their new HQ which for now is lacking furniture and the electricity to run the AC and lights. At our meeting earlier this week it was too damn hot to meet in what will be the conference room so we pulled the table outside and sat under the overhang with those lounge chairs that we use at the beach or attending our kids soccer games. I was sweating like a pig and I know that they were to and it was nice to see them wiping their foreheads with a hankie. The only reason we were outside is that I can't power the AC's without fuel and they are responsible for the fuel. So unless we get some fuel to power up the generators prior to next Monday we will be sitting outside once again and they will be feeling the pain just as bad as my team is.
I had to go back to the IZ to linkup with my boss and meet with my Iraqi counterparts, so what better way to go back then fly, which is what I did late evening on Memorial Day! Unlike showing up to the airport with shorts, a polo shirt and some sandals or tennis shoes it's the full battle rattle. We have check in just like back home and then it's wait until your bird(s) arrive. The flights vary in routes and destinations but it is much like a shuttle service. We were lucky that the bird I was in all were going to the same place so we didn't have to do the shuffle which occurs when the poor guy in the middle seat with one of two bags has to get out. It was the first time I got to see Baghdad at night for such a long time, you don't have to be a brain surgeon to figure out it makes sense to fly at night with no lights on so the bad guys can see you! From what I saw Baghdad has some nice neighborhoods and then it has it's share of not so nice neighborhoods. With the curfew on there was little to none vehicle traffic except for Iraqi Police, and Iraqi and Coalition Army vehicles on the roads. I thought that it would be a lot cooler up in the air, but it was hot and the wind blowing through the cabin (no windows are used for obvious reasons during the summer). I also got a glimpse of what some of the other US bases look like. Thank God I had my camelback in my ruck so I was able to drink while in the aircraft. Needless to say we got no peanuts on the trip but I racked up the miles and was worth it seeing how well the flight crew do their job. They have their procedures down pat and are so professional in what they do, it's seeing stuff like this that makes one realize what a great experience it is to serve in the best Armed Forces of the entire world! By the time I humped the ruck from the airfield to my hootch I was totally drenched so much so that my note cards that I carry in my ACU breast pockets were completely wet!
I was only going to spend 2 days in the IZ but that turned to 4 since they had booked me a flight home and the various meetings and budgeting sessions that I had took up more time than I thought. The Contract Office is finishing up on the largest contract we will be putting out for bid soon so we had to meet with them and go over some areas where more info was needed. It also gave me a chance to meet with Brett and ask him for some additional info on the project, and of course spend some of yours and my taxes procuring necessary supplies and equipment for the project. The nightly cigar sessions were the highlight as I got a chance to bs with the folks I trained with at Ft Riley plus catch up on the latest news from the IZ. Instead of going to the cafeteria and getting a Petes coffee we all sit outside (last night there were at least 14 of us) smoking cigars, talking about home, about wines (my favorite topic) and yes every once in a while shop talk!
I finally cleaned out my transient hootch since I left some uniforms and other necessities there since I knew I was coming back and headed back to the heloport with two rucks. We didn't have so many folks this time on the helo so I was riding by myself for the last two stops. I didn't make it back to the hootch until 0330 hours and have been up since 0830 this morning. Jeremy told me that today we get to pickup our room keys, he and I have been sharing a transient room so each has our own bed and all our dufflebags and rucks are on the third bed. It will be nice to finally get my own room and be able to empty my ruck and set up my room and put away some of the gear.
That's all for now hope you all had an enjoyable Memorial Day for us it was just another day although the true meaning of Memorial Day was not forgotten as we did have a moment of silence at 1200 hrs to honor those who have paid the ultimate price here in Iraq as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom.
The Colonel
As for command and control we have some of our Iraqi counterparts up here so I am able to do tactical weekly meetings and then meet in the IZ with the group of Iraqi counterparts to do more of the strategic planning. Ownership in a project is key for me and I want them to know that they need to roll up their sleeves and work with us and meet us half way. So what better way to do that then schedule meetings in their new HQ which for now is lacking furniture and the electricity to run the AC and lights. At our meeting earlier this week it was too damn hot to meet in what will be the conference room so we pulled the table outside and sat under the overhang with those lounge chairs that we use at the beach or attending our kids soccer games. I was sweating like a pig and I know that they were to and it was nice to see them wiping their foreheads with a hankie. The only reason we were outside is that I can't power the AC's without fuel and they are responsible for the fuel. So unless we get some fuel to power up the generators prior to next Monday we will be sitting outside once again and they will be feeling the pain just as bad as my team is.
I had to go back to the IZ to linkup with my boss and meet with my Iraqi counterparts, so what better way to go back then fly, which is what I did late evening on Memorial Day! Unlike showing up to the airport with shorts, a polo shirt and some sandals or tennis shoes it's the full battle rattle. We have check in just like back home and then it's wait until your bird(s) arrive. The flights vary in routes and destinations but it is much like a shuttle service. We were lucky that the bird I was in all were going to the same place so we didn't have to do the shuffle which occurs when the poor guy in the middle seat with one of two bags has to get out. It was the first time I got to see Baghdad at night for such a long time, you don't have to be a brain surgeon to figure out it makes sense to fly at night with no lights on so the bad guys can see you! From what I saw Baghdad has some nice neighborhoods and then it has it's share of not so nice neighborhoods. With the curfew on there was little to none vehicle traffic except for Iraqi Police, and Iraqi and Coalition Army vehicles on the roads. I thought that it would be a lot cooler up in the air, but it was hot and the wind blowing through the cabin (no windows are used for obvious reasons during the summer). I also got a glimpse of what some of the other US bases look like. Thank God I had my camelback in my ruck so I was able to drink while in the aircraft. Needless to say we got no peanuts on the trip but I racked up the miles and was worth it seeing how well the flight crew do their job. They have their procedures down pat and are so professional in what they do, it's seeing stuff like this that makes one realize what a great experience it is to serve in the best Armed Forces of the entire world! By the time I humped the ruck from the airfield to my hootch I was totally drenched so much so that my note cards that I carry in my ACU breast pockets were completely wet!
I was only going to spend 2 days in the IZ but that turned to 4 since they had booked me a flight home and the various meetings and budgeting sessions that I had took up more time than I thought. The Contract Office is finishing up on the largest contract we will be putting out for bid soon so we had to meet with them and go over some areas where more info was needed. It also gave me a chance to meet with Brett and ask him for some additional info on the project, and of course spend some of yours and my taxes procuring necessary supplies and equipment for the project. The nightly cigar sessions were the highlight as I got a chance to bs with the folks I trained with at Ft Riley plus catch up on the latest news from the IZ. Instead of going to the cafeteria and getting a Petes coffee we all sit outside (last night there were at least 14 of us) smoking cigars, talking about home, about wines (my favorite topic) and yes every once in a while shop talk!
I finally cleaned out my transient hootch since I left some uniforms and other necessities there since I knew I was coming back and headed back to the heloport with two rucks. We didn't have so many folks this time on the helo so I was riding by myself for the last two stops. I didn't make it back to the hootch until 0330 hours and have been up since 0830 this morning. Jeremy told me that today we get to pickup our room keys, he and I have been sharing a transient room so each has our own bed and all our dufflebags and rucks are on the third bed. It will be nice to finally get my own room and be able to empty my ruck and set up my room and put away some of the gear.
That's all for now hope you all had an enjoyable Memorial Day for us it was just another day although the true meaning of Memorial Day was not forgotten as we did have a moment of silence at 1200 hrs to honor those who have paid the ultimate price here in Iraq as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom.
The Colonel
25 May, 2007
Going to Taji
I finally arrived up here in Taji. Our trip was a smoother one that last time as there were no major traffic jams or choke points but still the number of newer grey hairs on what little hair I have left after my latest haircut surely increased two fold. Taji is where I will be working out of for the remainder of the year, though I will be commuting back and forth via helo or road to the IZ for meetings, contract reviews, spec reviews and one on ones with my boss To give you an idea on the road to Taji click on the URL below which was written by a BBC reporter and his trip to Taji.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/6665759.stm
Obviously reporters like to stretch things to get your attention and I should note that it is not as bad as what is published above, but on the other hand I would rather piss and moan while sitting in my vehicle going nowhere on US 101 heading toward CA-85 at 1730 hours on a Friday then to have to drive this road everyday.
I have been wanting to get up here and start working with coalition representatives and my Iraqi counterparts, since here is where the rubber meets the road. I will be staying at the transient billets until my permanent quarters are empty.
Regarding our Iraqi counterparts last Monday at one of our meetings they announced that one of the Colonels who attended the weekly meetings had been shot to death outside a gas station in Baghdad while wairing to fill up his car. As many have you read elsewhere senior military and government officials are targeted by Al Qaeda or other militant groups because they are working with the coalition forces. It bothers me to read that the Iraq's aren't moving fast enough or that they don't care about there future, yet everyone who puts on a uniform, or is standing outside the recruiting office to join the Army or police is a hero because they are putting their lives on the line for their country. Many officers see their families every 2-3 months in remote areas of Iraq because they just can't show up in front of their house so everyone can see that they are in the military; They need to take these precautions in order to protect their families. Most senior officers will tell you they have lost brothers, children and other family members who were killed by terrorists because of their affiliation with someone who is working with the coalition forces to make Iraq a better place to live and to eradicate forever these terrorists. WE have the easy jobs here in Iraq the Iraqi Soldiers and police have the toughest jobs day in and day out, we rotate out of here after 12-15 months they live here permanantly. May COL A a true Iraqi hero rest in peace!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/6665759.stm
Obviously reporters like to stretch things to get your attention and I should note that it is not as bad as what is published above, but on the other hand I would rather piss and moan while sitting in my vehicle going nowhere on US 101 heading toward CA-85 at 1730 hours on a Friday then to have to drive this road everyday.
I have been wanting to get up here and start working with coalition representatives and my Iraqi counterparts, since here is where the rubber meets the road. I will be staying at the transient billets until my permanent quarters are empty.
Regarding our Iraqi counterparts last Monday at one of our meetings they announced that one of the Colonels who attended the weekly meetings had been shot to death outside a gas station in Baghdad while wairing to fill up his car. As many have you read elsewhere senior military and government officials are targeted by Al Qaeda or other militant groups because they are working with the coalition forces. It bothers me to read that the Iraq's aren't moving fast enough or that they don't care about there future, yet everyone who puts on a uniform, or is standing outside the recruiting office to join the Army or police is a hero because they are putting their lives on the line for their country. Many officers see their families every 2-3 months in remote areas of Iraq because they just can't show up in front of their house so everyone can see that they are in the military; They need to take these precautions in order to protect their families. Most senior officers will tell you they have lost brothers, children and other family members who were killed by terrorists because of their affiliation with someone who is working with the coalition forces to make Iraq a better place to live and to eradicate forever these terrorists. WE have the easy jobs here in Iraq the Iraqi Soldiers and police have the toughest jobs day in and day out, we rotate out of here after 12-15 months they live here permanantly. May COL A a true Iraqi hero rest in peace!
Time to Move North**
**Note this was written on Tuesday 22 May but due to operational security (OPSEC) this was published today since no troop movements are announced in advance, especially when you're one of the Soldiers that will be in the red zone that given day and time.
My Uncle Ken an Army Air Corps WWII Pacific Theater veteran once told me prior to me leaving for Saudi Arabia for Desert Shield/Desert Storm to keep my head down because somewhere out there on the battlefield there was a piece of munition with my name on it and I needed to make sure that the munition and I never met at the same place and the same time. That being said, it was definitely time for me to leave the IZ and move north to Taji where I will be managing the project for the remainder of year. Twice within a time span of less than 48 hours two rocket rounds landed within 50 yards or my hootch! Sunday morning 20 May we got hit with a couple of rocket rounds, while running towards a duck and cover when the siren went off you could hear one round flying overhead at a low altitude and then you couldn’t hear anything but branches falling off the palm tree. As luck would have it the round was a dud and didn’t explode behind the row of trailers directly behind my hootch. The EOD guys had to come and remove the round.
Last night when I got back from work I noticed some yellow crime scene tape ala CSI Vegas blocking off the last trailers on both sides of the walkway where I live and the trailers directly behind those and the shower and toilet area. I asked someone what had happened and they told me that something that would have made Sir Thomas Crapper mad, the latrine trailer AKA “The Shitter” took a direct hit from one of the two rockets that impacted in our area, the other one exploded nearby but did not hit anything. One of our Sergeants Majors was running towards the duck and cover and when the round hit was thrown on his ass and received a mild concussion besides getting his head rung pretty bad. This morning I got a glimpse of what remained of the trailer, it was a twisted piece of metal with bits of metal, tin, porcelain strewn about the area, the sandbags kept most of the debris from seriously injuring anyone since it took the impact of the shrapnel and metal from shed. Surprisingly no one was injured by the shrapnel and that could be attributed to the Army working us long hard hours spending your taxpayer money in a very prudent manner, and that many of us go to Church often to ask for some divine guidance out here! The only inconvenience was going to the latrines and taking a shower (since that trailer was also damaged), but we managed.
I packed most of my belongings and after going to work this morning headed back to the hootch picked up the stuff I was going to take with me to Taji and bid the hootch a short farewell, knowing that I would be back for a couple of days sometime soon. After taking one last look of the twisted heap I now have a new friend and that friends' name is cement, especially a building with a roof made of cement. Metal trailers may be nicer than some of the cement barracks that we live in, but after seeing what a rocket did to a metal trailer I am a true believer of a hardened shelter!
Goodbye IZ and Taji here I come!
My Uncle Ken an Army Air Corps WWII Pacific Theater veteran once told me prior to me leaving for Saudi Arabia for Desert Shield/Desert Storm to keep my head down because somewhere out there on the battlefield there was a piece of munition with my name on it and I needed to make sure that the munition and I never met at the same place and the same time. That being said, it was definitely time for me to leave the IZ and move north to Taji where I will be managing the project for the remainder of year. Twice within a time span of less than 48 hours two rocket rounds landed within 50 yards or my hootch! Sunday morning 20 May we got hit with a couple of rocket rounds, while running towards a duck and cover when the siren went off you could hear one round flying overhead at a low altitude and then you couldn’t hear anything but branches falling off the palm tree. As luck would have it the round was a dud and didn’t explode behind the row of trailers directly behind my hootch. The EOD guys had to come and remove the round.
Last night when I got back from work I noticed some yellow crime scene tape ala CSI Vegas blocking off the last trailers on both sides of the walkway where I live and the trailers directly behind those and the shower and toilet area. I asked someone what had happened and they told me that something that would have made Sir Thomas Crapper mad, the latrine trailer AKA “The Shitter” took a direct hit from one of the two rockets that impacted in our area, the other one exploded nearby but did not hit anything. One of our Sergeants Majors was running towards the duck and cover and when the round hit was thrown on his ass and received a mild concussion besides getting his head rung pretty bad. This morning I got a glimpse of what remained of the trailer, it was a twisted piece of metal with bits of metal, tin, porcelain strewn about the area, the sandbags kept most of the debris from seriously injuring anyone since it took the impact of the shrapnel and metal from shed. Surprisingly no one was injured by the shrapnel and that could be attributed to the Army working us long hard hours spending your taxpayer money in a very prudent manner, and that many of us go to Church often to ask for some divine guidance out here! The only inconvenience was going to the latrines and taking a shower (since that trailer was also damaged), but we managed.
I packed most of my belongings and after going to work this morning headed back to the hootch picked up the stuff I was going to take with me to Taji and bid the hootch a short farewell, knowing that I would be back for a couple of days sometime soon. After taking one last look of the twisted heap I now have a new friend and that friends' name is cement, especially a building with a roof made of cement. Metal trailers may be nicer than some of the cement barracks that we live in, but after seeing what a rocket did to a metal trailer I am a true believer of a hardened shelter!
Goodbye IZ and Taji here I come!
19 May, 2007
Good Day Today
Today was a day that had lots of good things occur. This morning we had our awards ceremony for the departing Soldiers and it was nice to see them get recognized for all their hard work they have done this past year.
I am pretty much up to speed with the project and what I have to do. Today I had to complete the request for submittal of funds to one of the groups that support us, so I filled out the forms, typed up the letter and walked it upstairs to get processed. At least now I know how to handle the PO aspect of the project. Later in the morning I headed over to the Ministry of Defense, tod drop off some correspondence for one of the departments that is managing the rampup of the Maintenance Depot. The building from the outside is a wonderful display of Arab architecture and reminds me of the buildings in Granada's Alhambra. But one you go inside it reminded me of the hospital in Cadiz. People milling around everywhere, smoking cigs, lots of bureaucrats and depending on your rank some rooms had AC and the others did not. After walking over and then climbing up 3 sets of stairs in full battle rattle and roaming the unconditione hallways I felt like I was in heaven when I stepped into the air conditioned office of the General. After taking care of the paperwork and enjoying their chai tea I didn't want to leave.
Back at work we heard that Tony Blair was in the IZ and over that way they had received some incoming rocket rounds near the English Embassy, makes you wonder who leaked the info to the bad guys about the visit and itiniary?
I am in the process now of getting furniture and office equipment for some of the buildings that the Iraq's will occupy un north. Unfortunately until I get boots on the ground and link up with the NCO who will be working on the project I have to do most of the tasks Rest assured as a taxpayer the Iraq's will not be sittng on $500 toilet seats like our Air Force compadres, nor will they be getting the nice 60" flat screen TV's that for some reason the PX sells over here but first of all where in the hell can you stick one of those in an 8X9 hootch and all I want is to buy a medium PT shirt and PT shorts, which of course are sold out!!
I missed cigar club tonite, as I had to finish some reports so tomorrow I'll probably link up with them and enjoy a nice cigar with the guys!
Before I go a quick shoutout to my son Javier who at last Saturdays club soccer game scored two goals and like his dad (in his younger soccer playing days) on the second goal cleverly used his butt to deflect the ball into the back of the net for his teams sixth goal! Great job Javi and a few more goals and they'll start calling you Pichi Javier !!
The Colonel
I am pretty much up to speed with the project and what I have to do. Today I had to complete the request for submittal of funds to one of the groups that support us, so I filled out the forms, typed up the letter and walked it upstairs to get processed. At least now I know how to handle the PO aspect of the project. Later in the morning I headed over to the Ministry of Defense, tod drop off some correspondence for one of the departments that is managing the rampup of the Maintenance Depot. The building from the outside is a wonderful display of Arab architecture and reminds me of the buildings in Granada's Alhambra. But one you go inside it reminded me of the hospital in Cadiz. People milling around everywhere, smoking cigs, lots of bureaucrats and depending on your rank some rooms had AC and the others did not. After walking over and then climbing up 3 sets of stairs in full battle rattle and roaming the unconditione hallways I felt like I was in heaven when I stepped into the air conditioned office of the General. After taking care of the paperwork and enjoying their chai tea I didn't want to leave.
Back at work we heard that Tony Blair was in the IZ and over that way they had received some incoming rocket rounds near the English Embassy, makes you wonder who leaked the info to the bad guys about the visit and itiniary?
I am in the process now of getting furniture and office equipment for some of the buildings that the Iraq's will occupy un north. Unfortunately until I get boots on the ground and link up with the NCO who will be working on the project I have to do most of the tasks Rest assured as a taxpayer the Iraq's will not be sittng on $500 toilet seats like our Air Force compadres, nor will they be getting the nice 60" flat screen TV's that for some reason the PX sells over here but first of all where in the hell can you stick one of those in an 8X9 hootch and all I want is to buy a medium PT shirt and PT shorts, which of course are sold out!!
I missed cigar club tonite, as I had to finish some reports so tomorrow I'll probably link up with them and enjoy a nice cigar with the guys!
Before I go a quick shoutout to my son Javier who at last Saturdays club soccer game scored two goals and like his dad (in his younger soccer playing days) on the second goal cleverly used his butt to deflect the ball into the back of the net for his teams sixth goal! Great job Javi and a few more goals and they'll start calling you Pichi Javier !!
The Colonel
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