When our adopted unit decided that it was time for them to redeploy to Baghdad they dragged us with them. Now I can not say with absolute certainty but I believe that it was LSA (Logistics Support Area) Anaconda that we were traveling to. Convoying with our adopted unit turned out to be one of the worst things I have had the displeasure of experiencing during my entire time in the military. The convoy was supposed to be two 8 hour driving days; it turned out to be two 18 hour driving days. This was the absolute worst unit I had ever seen at anything, they simply couldn't get anything right. They were a communications unit, but they did a terrible job of providing communications, but they apparently did an even worse job of taking care of there vehicles. We as an entire convoy spent more time beside the road than on the road with one of their vehicles breaking down just about every 20 minutes and requiring 30 minutes to an hour and half to fix, or be connected to another vehicle for towing. I don't know that I have ever been madder in my life at an entire group of people and been able to do nothing about it. It was nothing more than pure luck that as much time as we spent pulled over while another vehicle was being fixed that no one attacked us. For most of our convoy we were the perfect target, slow moving, ill coordinated, prone to breaking down, and with people the didn't know how to properly convoy, and they disregarded all safety precautions that the army teaches about driving in enemy territory. Things like don't drive off the road because the enemy puts mines beside the road, and when you must stop every other vehicle must go to the opposite side of the road so you can defend to both sides. At the end of the first 18 hour day we were only half way there, but at least for the night we were on another base and didn't need to pull our own guard. We pulled into the base as a single line and more or less stayed that way, we all just shut our motors off, set up cots beside our vehicles and went to sleep, it was after 11:00pm and we would be moving out at 5:00am the next morning. During all this day our parent unit had also done a convoy leaving hours after us and also arriving at this very base several hours before us. The next morning we set out again with much the same happening as the day before, and once again our parent unit having left the same base we left hours after us passed us again, only this time before noon and I didn't see them again for a couple of months. We did eventually make it to Baghdad though that didn't immediately improve things as our convoy leader got lost in the city and we spent several hours finding our way to a base. Once we finally got to the base and found an area to make our motor pool we began to set up cots beside our vehicles and break out our food rations. When everything was settled and people were starting to eat or sleep the commanding officer came back and informed everyone that we were at the wrong base, we needed to suit up, pack back up and head on. My displeasure with this unit was great to say the least. With no option we broke our cots back down, put away our half eaten MRE's and prepared to convoy again.