Pics from Navistar runs:

Bodywork- This used to be a soft top.  They put the side armor kit on and 
modified the daylights out of a cap.

British- The kids in Safwan were getting out of hand.  The British put in a 
patrol at the Mr. Lube intersection.

Escort- We were behind a convoy whose escort was waving axe handles around to 
chase the kids away from the convoy vehicles because they were being really 
aggressive in trying to stop us.  Everyone has different solutions; we drew 
shotguns with less than lethal ammo.

Flag- These guys were in a convoy with some Polish trucks, driving the same kind 
of trucks as the Poles but flying a flag that I don't recognize.

Helicopter- A British helicopter flying over Safwan.

Italians- We hung out with some really cool Italian MPs.  In Italy, this unit 
rides motorcycles.  They had to change a few things for Iraq.

Jacknife- This guy tried avoiding one of the kids that run out into the road 
trying to get water or food from the truckers.

Jeeps- Looks like not everyone here wants a Suburban.

Kids- The kids on the side of the road in Safwan.

Parking lot- Just on the Iraqi side of the border.  They watch the lot and sell 
cigarettes to truckers.

Plaid man- I thought I might see some horrifying sights over here, but I 
underestimated man's cruelty.  This was a driver in one of our convoys.

Polish- In the same convoy as those other guys.

Rover- Just inside Kuwait, waiting outside the carport that Customs uses to 
search vehicles.  We need to babysit important non-military vehicles that get 
searched.  Customs always thinks that they need to inspect the mail truck.  It's 
not hard to change their minds, though.

Sales- When they're too old to beg for water, they sell cigarettes.  

Sheep- On the same stretch of road.  I don't see anything for them to eat around 
here, either.

Truck- A couple more trailers at Navistar.  I'm guessing pictures of cats would 
offend the locals.

Upgraded semi- This transportation company made its own escort vehicles.

West Virginia- These guys know where they're from and what their branch is.  
We're jealous.