Hippocratees

Before there was Hippocratees, there was NiceRaq shirts, and before NiceRaq shirts there were two people from two different worlds who lives would soon cross in the pits of hell. When I say the "pits of hell," I mean the ridiculous summer heat that is Baghdad, Iraq. I am an Army Paratrooper who served four glorious years in 112th Signal Battalion at Ft. Bragg, and Nancy is a former Marine officer who is pretty much a Super Woman. She does Adventure Racing, has driven a Land Rover around the world (seriously), and she can smoke the socks off 99% of all humans at running. So the shirt shop happened like this….

One day Nancy and I were convoying through the streets of Baghdad in our up-armored gator, and we were in the middle of a hornets nest. Bullets flying past our heads, mortars exploding in every direction. Nancy was blasting the .50 cal, knocking down Al Qaeda one-by-one when, bam! Our gator hit an IED. We went swerving from left to right, reaching speeds well over 30mph. It seemed we were done for, when, suddenly, a vision was bestowed upon Nancy, and that vision was T-Shirts. We could both see clearly now, and the fog of war dissipated. Nothing was black or white, only shades of t-shirts. Once we got out of that mess our mission was set and Hippocratees was born.
To read more about Nancy and her adventures at her blog Nancy in Iraq...Again