The other day I got to experience one of the few perks of the job out here and attended a monthly lunch for journalists thrown by Baghdad division commander, Major General J.D. Thurman of the 4th Infantry Division.
I had to use his name in a story once and asked a subordinate what the "J" stood for and he blanched and said he'd have to get back to me. J.D.'s a beefy fellow from Oklahoma who describes himself as a "straight shooter" who just wants to touch base with us folks every month or so.
I'll give him this, he put on an impressive spread of t-bone steaks, lobster, shrimp and grilled chicken (where does this stuff come from?) before subjecting himself to our barrage of questions about why this place is such a mess.