These attacks would come at any time of the day or night. And when they came in the middle of the night, we were supposed to leave our sleeping quarters and go into one of the many hardened concrete bunkers spread liberally around the base. However, we often did not even bother to do this. After so many such attacks during the night, we got to where we really did not even care whether we might be hit. The weariness of the days and the dire necessity of what little sleep we did get became more important than the vague chance that we might get hit by a round in our sleeping quarters. So, when we heard the ear-splitting attack warning siren go off in the middle of the night, most of us would just roll over and go back to sleep. Most of the time, there was no real danger of being hit by these rounds anyway since they were just lobbed blindly up in the air by the insurgents somewhere just outside the wire (the barbed wire topped fence that surrounded the entire perimeter of the base).
There was, however, one time when we were attacked quite expertly by what we think was probably one of the former Iraqi soldiers. He had obviously had training and had a couple of dozen rounds to work with. We weren’t sure whether he had any real intelligence over the location of our buildings on base, and we doubted whether he had an observer on base reporting where the rounds were landing (such information would have allowed him to gradually shift his fire closer and closer to the whatever target he might be intending to hit). But he did walk several rounds in a very precise line starting just outside one soldier housing area, landing a few rounds within the housing area (miraculously not hitting any buildings), then going beyond the housing area, working his way up toward our headquarters building, where he hit the front wall of our operations center. Thankfully, the hit on our headquarters only knocked a hole in the brick outer wall a few feet wide, and the shrapnel did not even get through an inner wood wall that formed the front wall of our operations cell in which a few dozen people were working that night.
I pray that His perfect peace will comfort you, your family, and your friends on this day that He has made.