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2003 - 2004 photos




These photos are from the 2003-2004 deployment of the 340 MP Co.

Please note that these photos were posted as a courtesy to the unit during their deployment. We have no affiliation or current contact info for the unit.

If you have a photo or note that you would like to share from the 2003-2004 deployment, please send it to:

340mp@newyorksearchandrescue.org

Be sure to include your name and relation within the unit.


Shipping out Jan 2003     Shipping out Jan 2003     Shipping out Jan 2003

Prepping for hot weather desert environment Feb 2003     I think this thing is the same size as me! Feb 2003     Mk19 training in our simulated desert environment Feb 2003

Mk19 training in our simulated desert environment Feb 2003     Mk19 training in our simulated desert environment Feb 2003     Mk19 training in our simulated desert environment Feb 2003

Mk19 training in our simulated desert environment Feb 2003     Prepping for hot weather desert environment Feb 2003.  That's not snow, it's a simulated white sand desert.     Shipping out day - tactical roadmarch to flightline March 2004

Shipping out day - tactical roadmarch to flightline March 2004     Boarding the plane for our multi-hour, multi-leg flight March 2003     We have arrived!  First stop, Kuwait.  March 2003

Even the British got here faster than we did.  But I bet they don't have Snapple...  March 2003     What ever happened to girls room / boys room?  This is definately not my college dorm room!  March 2003     But I brought a few momentos from home to remind me why we're here March 2003

I'll do the paperwork--you untangle the paracord.  April 2003     Securing the unused weapons for the night.  April 2003     Prepping for chow.  April 2003

Chow hall.  Note the fine grain sand in the air.  April 2003     Chow hall.  Note the tobasco--even gives flavor to the sand.  April 2003     Trying to adopt a pet.  Is it a hedgehog?  April 2003

Feels like a prickly Ferret to me...  April 2003     I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, toto...  April 2003     They say you can find paradise here...  April 2003

And the land has beautiful white sand...  April 2003     And the land has many riches...  April 2003     At least the road signs are easy to pronounce.  April 2003

Is this the way to the janitor's office?  April 2003     We're here to protect our country and it's citizens.  April 2003     A platoon from the 340th Military Police Company deployed in the Middle East.  April 2003

Let's see...  I have a cot, 3 meals a day and 200 armed roommates.  What more could a guy ask for?  April 2003     Brrrr!  Temperature has dropped to 100 degrees.  Time to put on my jacket.  April 2003     A platoon from the 340th Military Police Company deployed in the Middle East.  April 2003

May 2003     Manning a roadbloack.  Note the 'tourists' in the background.  May 2003     Preparing to make minor alterations to this 'dwelling.'.  May 2003

Taking a break behind cover.  Note that the troops are sitting on a piece of wood because the metal of the HumVee is too hot.  May 2003


The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either.

He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll, hip-hop, rap, jazz or swing, and a 155mm howizzitor. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.

He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march.

He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.

He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime.

He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood. And now we even have women over there, in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so. As you go to bed tonight, remember the troops serving OUR COUNTRY, preserving your rights and keeping all of us safe.

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."

-Author unknown


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Updated 15 April 2004
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