Holy Cow-moly!

Just when you think you've seen it all...

Travelling down the streets of the local 'city' in our sector, early morning. The bazaars are closed, there are no cars in site, and the people have yet to get up as the Imam's pray begins with the rising of the sun. The 'city' is quiet, thankfully as we drive through, our eyes scanning for threats. As we round one corner, my eye catches movement and I immediately focus on what looks to be an upturned cow leg... kicking in the air.

wtf?

As I look closely, I see this Iraqi/Kurd/whatever with a machette, chopping into some baby cow, the blade burying deep into its guts. The leg kicks and flails as I see an interesting spray of blood coming from the poor cow's abdominal region.

"Turn around! Go back!" I yell above the rushing wind, downward to my truck mates.

"What for?"

"Some dude's sacrificing a baby cow! We gotta go back and take pictures!"

Ahhh, the tastes and culture of an US Army Soldier... needless to say, we did NOT turn around and get a picture.