I spent about 2.5 years in Iraq from 2003 to 2006, most of it in Baghdad and all of it outside of the Green Zone where the US embassy is located. I worked for not for profits and we developed a real hatred for the Green Zone and the embassy. Our neighborhood was getting hit with IEDs and mortar attacks pretty regularly including a sniper attack on our office, but they were eating at pizza hut, walking around with their little para-military outfits and pretending they were in a war zone, it used to bug the shit out of us.
Here are some of the less than mature ways we dealt with it:
We absolutely refused to call it the International Zone, which is what they changed the name of the Green Zone to.
A lot of times people in the GZ would refer to everywhere outside of the GZ as the Red Zone (most of them had never been outside of it), when they called it the Red Zone we would always say “out there, we just call it Iraq,” in this passive aggresive tone that looking back on it was pretty lame.
When we went in to the GZ, we would say things like “God, it’s good to get out of Iraq for a while.”
We had this little support office in the GZ staffed by people who never went outside of the GZ, every once in a while, we’d go stay there for a weekend to get drunk and blow off steam. When we did, we totally took over the place like a band of barbarians. There used to be an insurgent TV channel that showed tapes of attacks on US convoys, beheadings, and pro insurgent videos. We used to put that channel on, get royally drunk and play poker all the while being total dicks to everyone who wasn’t us.
The strange thing is that when I read what I’ve written, I sound like a total douche (this is just a sampling of our behavior), but at the time it somehow made sense. Looking back at it, I realized that we were tense all the time, you woke up tense, you slept tense, you ate tense, and you were pissed off at people who weren’t. When you blew off steam it wasn’t just cracking the valve open a little bit, it was a full blown critical failure of the tank.
Don’t know what this really has to do with the OP, I just hadn’t thought about how much I hated that embassy in a long time.