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| 08:04pm 21/09/2008 |
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i'm alive, doing well. morale is rising from being in tallil for a few days, but soon it's back to the grind of eating out of a bag, shitting into a bag and showering out of a bucket. boo yah! life isn't too shabby though considering the conditions. we get creative. we have a blast. we beat the shit out of each other for fun. the way this deployment is looking, i probably won't fire a round out of my rifle. good, but lame at the same time. one of life's little catch 22's. |
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| 10:29pm 24/07/2008 |
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1st sqdn., 9 cav regt. handpicked by theatre commander general petraeus himself for:
mission: classified
destination: maysin province, grid classified
duration: unknown
this is going to kick some hard ass! |
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| so here's the skinny... |
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| 11:58pm 20/06/2008 |
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mood:  tired
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i've been in kuwait for a week or so now. the flight was long (texas to illinois to canada to iceland to hungary to kuwait) and uncomfortable. more than half the days here there's been raging sandstorms and it kind of badass/annoying. i'm ready to push north and get this party started with some 5.56 and n/a beers, and come back to real beers. boo yah! |
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| 05:15pm 31/12/2007 |
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music: deathcab for cutie - transatlanticism
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it's almost a year since my transition from a scrawny, semi-emotionless binge drinker to a confident, dependable trooper(/binge drinker). it's flown by faster than i can believe.
being home has made me see what sacrifices i've made. wondering what ones are still to come. what i left behind. what could have been. it makes me think where my friendships, relationships, everybody will be after all is said and done. i get dizzy thinking of the possibilities. it makes me slightly regret stepping out of my comfort zone, but if a life of "what if's" filled my head in my little world, it wouldn't be too splendid. what a crazy stir in my brain. i guess i'll just have to thrive on phone calls, and photographs. memories and hope.
five hours out from a fresh year. my resolution: don't die. |
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| 05:29am 01/12/2007 |
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music: colin hay - overkill
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and my standard of taking a morale slump is in effect for this time of year. ever since i got back from california, i've found myself staring at the bottom of a bottle of whiskey every night. said bottle was still sealed mere hours ealier. i don't really have the urge to go out and throw down. every time i go out, my buddies always try to convince me to pick up tail at the bars. i'm not that kind of guy. i don't head out to pick up drunken sleaze, or to rack up more notches on my bedpost. it's just not my style. good girls are hard to find in this place. they just aim for that soldier with a steady paycheck rolling in, and cross their finger when they deploy for them to kick the bucket, entitling them to a 400 grand insurance pay-off. i miss the touch of a good woman. a relationship at this point, though is a pretty horrible idea. i'm looking down the barrel of a 15 month deployment kicking off in july. very few girls are willing to wait that long for their man to return. hell, i saw three great relationships take a nose dive just from a month deployment in the mojave. that's only from my troop. god knows how many people got that kick in the balls in the brigade. they say that the hardest job in this line of work isn't patrols, raids, or kicking a door off the hinges. it's being a good spouse, a good lover.
leave is right around the corner and i'm ready to get home and see some old, familiar faces. i need a warm, home cooked meal. i can't even remember the last time i had one of those.
it's early enough that i could watch the sunrise. only problem is that it's cloudy, wet, and shitty outside. i still have some beers in the fridge. i think i'll get a good buzz going again before i call it a night.
good night. |
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| 09:03pm 14/10/2007 |
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music: fountains of wayne - no better place
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work has been crazy.
i'm not too sure what to think about a month in death valley.
drinking is a definite must to get by right now.
i have a renewed, possibly unhealthy obsession with fountains of wayne and scrubs right now.
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i also want to get the scout's creed tattooed on my side. i got my bonus recently, so i think i could work that out. it's as follows:
Fiddler's Green
Halfway down the trail to hell
In a shady meadow green,
Are the souls of all dead troopers camped
Near a good old-time canteen
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddler's Green.
Marching past, straight through to hell,
The infantry are seen,
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marine,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddler's Green.
Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene,
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen,
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddler's Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge or fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddler's Green. |
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| 12:26pm 21/09/2007 |
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so, i think i'm going to pick up drums again. yeah, i'm pretty damn sure about it. |
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| 09:44pm 13/08/2007 |
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mood:  anxious music: ani difranco - sick of me
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i've been dreaming like crazy. dreams of glory, agony, love and war. it's constant for me now, which is weird for me. normally i'd dream once a month or so, now it's multiple times a night.
the colonel and sergeant major briefed us this morning in the motorpool. our warning orders came in over the weekend from 1st army command. we're back into the training cycle and looking at a july 08 deployment at the latest. with that notice the guys and i from b-troop 5/15, our training unit in ft. knox, made a pact to do anything and everything to make sure we look after each other. even if that means one of us comes back in pieces to make sure another comes back in the seat of a plane, not in the cargo hold.
it's amazing how much i'd do for the men in my unit with the little time i've known them. i've learned more in the past few weeks i've been here, than i have in my four months of training in kentucky. my first test is the field exercises we have starting tomorrow. i fully plan on proving myself to the veterans of the troop in the next few days to show i'm not just another a shit brained, punk private. |
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| 09:57pm 09/08/2007 |
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mood:  drunk music: modest mouse - dashboard
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i found out today some poor son of a bitch in 1st brigade died this morning after being pinned between two 65 ton bradleys yesterday. they were loading them up on railcars, getting ready to head out to california for desert training before they shipped overseas to the sandbox. he probably didn't even know what hit him. what a hell of a way to die. |
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| i used to date a beauty queen, now i carry an m-16. |
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| 11:39am 16/06/2007 |
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after four long months, i'm finally done with basic training and ft. knox. fairwell to kentucky. i hope we never meet again. i have paperwork that says i'm a badass scout, a trained killer now. i don't feel that way though. i'm glad i didn't change for the worst. i have a buzzed head and a higher level of confidence, new uniforms and a patch on my shoulder. i'll be home for the next few weeks. after that, texas here i come. let's have some drinks. |
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| 04:40pm 18/08/2004 |
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music: say hi to your mom - a hit in sweden
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if chef boyardee was real, i couldn't marry him because of certain laws...but i'd sure as hell get him real good for making dank ravioli.
icons compliments of dan p. |
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| 01:23am 16/08/2004 |
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music: polaris - ashamed of the story i told
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some people say i don't update enough on here to be an asshole. |
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| 05:41pm 06/08/2004 |
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music: sunday's best - beethoven st.
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i move tomorrow. i honestly don't know if there's a phone line in the house.
contact:
aim: blooskadoo2
e-mail: thief_ninja_records@hotmail.com
snail mail: 2624 E. 5th Street Bloomington, IN |
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