Saturday, March 10, 2007

Wake Up!

Sunday morning in the aid station is as low key as we can get in Iraq. We all get up and clean out the dust from our eyes, ears and other orifices and do whatever it takes to find peace for at least one day. For me it was going to the chapel set up adjacent to the aid station. On this day though, I was just so spent from the week of ops on IED runs that i just lay back down in my plywood buck and dozed back off into laa laa land.

K thwummp, K thwummp, K thwummp! was the next thing I heard as i rolled out of the bunk to the floor grabbing my k-pot and vest as I moved. Putting them on as quickly As I could two more impacts were heard just outside the brick Hajji walls of the building we had set the aid station up in. I felt better being in here, but depending on what was coming in and from what direction I may not be in as good of shape as I though I was.

There was a bit of dust floating in the air as I heard the 312 cricket chirp. I figured it was a BN call for medics so I crawled over to the phone and answered. I could here so activity outside, but nothing that would lead one to think there was any major damage of injuries. The voice on the other end of the line was the BN, but they were checking in on us since the rounds had landed so close to us.

All was well this time, but now was time to move because it did seem a bit strange that the aid station, and BN staff living area was the area of impact. the eyes of Hajji were obviously upon us!

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Damn Capitalist Pigs!

Again, the truth starts coming out. Sounds more and more like socialism everyday. Those that work pay for the sorry fuckers that will not!
After reading this http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061016/ap_en_mu/people_tim_mcgraw
I have to think, "What would Tim have done if he hadn't taken his famous dad's name when he decided to be an entertainer?"
I'll tell you what, when Tim and Faith give their millions to the "have not's" and live on a middle class salary in a three bedroom house in Star, Mississippi then I will believe they mean something more to this world, but until then. FUCK THEM!
My sister was the first in our family to graduate from college and I followed soon after. My Grandfather served in the Army in Korea and worker his ass off to support my father and his two siblings. My father STILL works his ass off at 60 with no end in sight and has a nice home and life to show for it. I went to the Army for the education money, served in two conflicts and finnaly finished my degree.
I have worked for twenty years now to obtain a very comfortable living for me and my family. I will be Goddamned if some fucking entertainer is going to lecture me about the haves and have nots! I already pay so much in taxes that it is pathetic. This entitilment mindset has to end! Work you sorry fuckers WORK! If you have a true disability or are elderly, I have no problem helping you out but other than that, GET YOU SORRY ASS TO WORK! That is how to help end illegal immigration, take the jobs away from the ones that are coming here to do them.

I have never been without employment. There are times I worker three jobs just to get by. I was a full time Fire Chief for a small town and had to help haul hay and watermelons on my days off for "disposable income" (Christmas and birthday presents). I now have a job where I paid more in federal taxes last year than I made during that time. Who got me this job? God and my hard work!

Of course, that's just my opinion. I could be wrong. (But I doubt it!)

Sunday, October 15, 2006

So nuke the bastards

I am harsh, brutal, barbaric and irrational. Now that I have beat you to the punch let me say this:

If these little shit countries want to continue fuck with us then maybe we should remind them that we are the only country that has ever actually used nuclear weapons. Don't think for a minute that if we gave Japan one and if they thought Uncle Kim was about to incinerate one of their cities that they (Japan) wouldn't smoke their Korean asses. The Japs better than anyone understand what these little sun spots can do and you can damn well bet they don't what it to be them on the receiving end this time. So Mr "We have A nuke" remember we have many, along with the operational means of delivery, the worlds most accurate guidance systems and a whole bunch of freedom loving people that will leave your shadow on a wall before we will allow you to do it to us first!

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Still fucking pissed

Fuck Fuck Fuck! Danny Fucking Goddamn Glover! Dumbass stupid fuck nigger! Fuck that sorry ass motherfucking piece of shit! Who the fuck does he think he is? Fuck him and all the motherfucking "celebrities" that think they fucking matter. Get a real goddamn job you fucking leaches! Fuck Fuck Fuck all of you susan sarandens rotten cunt licking fucking shiteating cocks!

Fuck the cocksucking sons of bitches

Who the fuck do these cocksuckers think they are? What the fuck do you mean coming to my country and talking that kind of shit! Ok, so the President is the Devil, how about a littel hell fire and brimstone you ungreatful scum of the third fucking sorry ass world! I want to smell the bunrt flesh of the people of the fucked up countries that send fuking idiots like this to speak on their behalf! We need to thin out the fucking gene pool anyway! God Damn I am fucking pissed! Fuck, Fuck Fukity Fuck you cocksucking mother fuking cunts. FUCK CITGO!!!!!

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Warriors Revenge

Battle sight zero

Cheek to stock weld, breathing control, sight picture, trigger squeeze.....recoil. The round leaves the muzzle with a flash traveling in a high arc loosing velocity and energy as it travels throught the air until it first encounters a thin vail of fabric and then the epidermis. Energy is imparted into the tissue underneath the skin creating and every enlaging cavity as the pressure from the missle explodes vessels, organs and even the cells themselse until it finnaly finds the inside of the skin again. It pushes the skin until it tears and breaks open releasing the pressure and spewing the destroyed meat and bone out the gaping hole.

Thus is the fate of anyone that chooses to stand up to a modern day Patriot in the Global War on Terrorism.

The Ultimate Weapon, A well trained soldier and his (or her) weapon.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Shot over shorts?

Just saw a report from Iraq where a Tennis coach and thwo team memebrs, one Sunni and Two Shite, were executed by Islamic extremists because they were warned not to wear shot pants and did anyway. According to the report, leaflets were spread sometime last week warning against this atrocity (wearing shorts). I wonder if they got the memo? I actually hope they did get it and were just ballsy enough to wear the shorts anyway just to piss the ignorant fuckers off! Where is the congressional outrage? Where are all the hollywood wanna-be's crying out against this? Where is Hillary and her stupid shit? I guess they agree with the extremists.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Times like these

there are times I long for the war. I talked to my PA from Iraq and she is now working for a contractor in Afganistan and loves it. The living is hard, but noting like we had during OIf 1. I remember a Colonel that was my commander years ago that had this little sparkle in his eye when I told him I was deploying to iraq and his statement that he wishes he could go and how he missed it. I though it odd coming from a viet vet, but when I saw him after coming home I told him I knew what he meant. The warrior in you desires the conflict and it creates the struggle inside of you every day. It is a terrible satisfaction. Hard to explain, but it is there and it is real.