The military talks funny, and after working among them for awhile one starts to talk like they do. Plus you have to to get anything done.
For instance, this is a verbatim answer I gave to the question: “How did you all get here [to the International Zone from the base an hour north]?”
Reply: “Well we took Phantom from Anaconda to BIOP, then Prothap took the bus over to Striker so he could catch the Rhino, but Catfish manifested me so I stayed at the PAX. Then I got bumped right on the tarmac, but I kept asking around at the Helo Desk and eventually Iron Horse took me to CPIC.”
I won’t bother translating because it only matters to people who are embedding (or serving) in the military in Iraq. If any readers are by chance, please contact the author.