Doc Bryan, looking more awesome than ever before, does wound care on a little girl, explaining again and again through pointing and repeating to a little boy about what to do next. Brad can smell the cordite in the air, leftover from the night before. From every night before. Gunny reminds us of Battalion's official word, per Encino Man: "This is supposed to be the Shi'a removing the Fedayeen and the Sunnis that backed Saddam." Nate finally admits aloud that it's bullshit: "That's what they tell us in the briefings, but this is a hundred percent Shi'a neighborhood."
Tell me right now the difference between a Sunni and a Shi'ite Muslim. Tell me right now, right this second without recourse to Google, what a Ba'athist is. Show me where Iraq is on a map. Pin a fucking yellow ribbon on it.
"They asked me if it was possible, could we stay the night. I had to tell them no, we had orders. They asked for water. I told them we'd come back another day. But guess what, I just got word that we're gonna rebillet again, move from the hospital to some power plant further east. Chances are we'll patrol another neighborhood tomorrow, and then another one the next day." Brad watches a little kid, hopping over ordnance in the street. "This is madness." The men begin rioting at the med tents, freaking Doc out. The random translator guy says they're still asking for Valium: "They say they have headaches, they cannot sleep." Doc tells them they can frequent-flier right up their own asses until they stop cutting in front of the kids, and the guys clear out. A boy weeps in his arms. Christopher calls from outside the tent, "Doc? I'm handing out candy to the sick kids outside. These dudes just come by and steal it from them. Grown fucking men!"
Now what kind of country is it, where the old men push to the front and feed on candy, and let their sons lay dying?
Doc shoves the men out of the tent and out of the way, crying out to Nate that he's being overrun. The men swamp Two One's Humvee as they drive away; Evan spots a poster of Saddam, with devil horns scrawled across his face, and Nate stares blankly from his truck. A riot follows after them.
Evan follows Meesh to the mosque, asking why he's not bringing Fick. Meesh explains that the Imam won't talk to soldiers, which is frankly appropriate, and Evan asks to come along. "Dude, you're a soldier," laughs Meesh, and Evan swears he's not. He doesn't have that privilege. "Where did Mr. Hussein go? I mean, wasn't he..." Meesh tells Evan, and who knows if it's true or where he heard it or what it means or if he made it up: "He disappeared. He was a Ba'athist agent sent to spy on you." You mean like an embedded reporter? At the door, Meesh is directed to a pew, where he takes off his shoes for the first time maybe in weeks; Evan follows suit and Meesh laughs at him. "Wait here, infidel." It's actually kinda charming, for once. He takes off his vest, and turns into anybody. Meesh and the Imam talk for a moment, until he gets nervous about Evan, and then they go into another room. He steps lightly. Evan watches men kneel in prayer.