Laughter best medicine in Iraq

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CAMP STRIKER, Iraq -- The "Hispanic Titanic" walks toward a reporter along a mud-covered gravel pathway, flicking his head repeatedly to one side, elbow by his head, one eye twitching.

"Hey, you know any people up there in Congress?" he asks. "In Washington? Tell them that I'm, you know" -- twitch, twitch -- "that I need to get out of here," he says, cracking up Sgt. Maj. Charles E. Stanley, one of the few soldiers here who does not have a nickname.

Ribbing one another is largely what keeps these soldiers going, helping them to laugh through the tough times, when buddies die or during the tedium of living here at Camp Striker outside Baghdad, where the cement walls are brown, the mud is brown, the tents are gray-brown and even the few scraggly trees on the horizon look brown.

Everyone gets a laugh out of the Hispanic Titanic, a barrel-chested soldier who performs outrageous five-minute, no-holds-barred rants on just about any subject or person, whether he is sitting in the large, airy chow hall or crunched into the plywood-floor tent that serves as the unit's tactical operations center.

"He's my little fat buddy," Maj. Stanley said of Titanic. "He makes me laugh all the time. The dude is crazy; he's just hysterical."

Then there are those who star in the portable-toilet graffiti wars and whose reputations will never be the same again. Or those who found out that you should never fall asleep with your mouth open around a bunch of infantry "joes," and that you should never, ever give out your MySpace password.

But even among those who think that exploding ready-made meals filled with hot sauce are funny or that a human waste product makes for a good gag, there are lines that will not be crossed.

"Parents, wives, kids -- those things are off-limits. Unless you want to fight," said Titanic, who has suffered his share of teasing.

There is at least one lady's man in every unit -- the guy who hits the gym regularly and wears form-hugging T-shirts to show off his muscles. The Strykers here have "Big Willie," a well-built man from St. Thomas, Virgin Islands, with a Clark Gable mustache.

Big Willie can't resist leaning way back in his chair, flashing a perfect white smile and calling out to the women walking by. "Shaw-ty," he drawls, dragging out the word "shorty," slang for "hey, beautiful."