Warriors Revenge

Wake Up!

2007-03-10T20:32:00.000-08:00

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!

Damn Capitalist Pigs!

2006-10-17T06:28:00.000-07:00

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!)

So nuke the bastards

2006-10-15T08:20:00.000-07:00

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!

Still fucking pissed

2006-09-21T12:35:00.000-07:00

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

2006-09-21T12:28:00.000-07:00

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!!!!!

Warriors Revenge

2006-09-14T17:04:00.000-07:00

Warriors Revenge

Battle sight zero

2006-09-14T16:53:00.000-07:00

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.

Shot over shorts?

2006-05-27T15:12:00.000-07:00

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.

Times like these

2006-05-16T12:00:00.000-07:00

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.

Doc, is it bad

2006-02-23T06:46:00.000-08:00

The spec 4 from Teaxas was laying face down on the litter in my aid station with all his clothes cut from his body. His young ass was shining in what little light was to be had. The sound of machine gun fire and the main gun of an M1A1 shook dust from the frame of tent. The youg soldier had been in an ambush initiated with an RPG and floowed up by small arms fire and more RPG's. He had been standing outside his veicle securing the convoy while others in the movement were busy tring to repair a down vehicle. In retrosect he metions that he noticed several men stop and tell children and women something and they would then rush away. Out of nowhere came the unmistakable whoosh of the RPG round followd by a defening explosion that sent him flailing through the air. When he landed the adrenaline prevented him from feeling any of the pain that was to come later so he just gathered his gear and began to look for a target. Amidst the small arms fire and RPGs he found several figures standing in the windows of a nearby building firing at the soldiers. The hero fires at one and the figure disappears. He scans the window for a couple of seconds and nothing else pops up so he moves on to the next window. Again, a figure pops his head up and shoulders an RPG. The soldiers fires and again, the target disappears, n0t to return. This engagement continues for a half hour as the leadership calls for assistance from a QRF. With the additioanl support of the QRF in the form of a BFV and an Abrams MBT the insurgents are silenced forever and the injured soldiers are evaved to out aid station where the story here began.
There is so much more of this to tell, but I will wait for another time. The Soldier is fine in the end and is nominated for a Bronze Star Medal. The saddest thing is that his leadership downgrades the award unofficially because "spec fours aren't going to get BSM's only E-7's and above" and the "he was really just doing his job". Way to go LTC, that is a mighty sword you weild, from the safety of your bunkered office in the protection of the FOB. Have a drink on me you drunk bastard!

Border Crossing

2005-11-29T19:35:00.000-08:00

We crossed the border at a breach made by one of our heavy companies. The berm was basically pushed into the tank ditch to fill it in and we just drove through and into Iraq. The horizon was filled with the glow of burning vehicles, all of which we hoped we Iraqi, and periodically a flash would illuminate the night announcing someone else had just reported to their heaven or hell. I was there. After all the time training and preparing I was actually in Iraq. I was the picture on the television.

As the movement continued the fires from the burning hulks became clearer and we easily recognized the outline of Russian designed combat vehicles. Sporadic bursts of automatic weapons fire could be faintly heard of the drone of the HUMVV engine but the dotted strings of tracers were clear and well understood. Our objective was only a few clicks more and we were to stop and establish a battalion Aid Station (BAS) to support the rest of the convoy as it moved north along the MSR. The cover of darkness was our friend and the night vision goggles made us as an animal stalking in the night. You know it is there, but you can't see it.. Just the feel of the desire to kill, to protect, to survive. I feel for the enemy for they are praying to Allah for a quick death for they know the end is near. They can feel it. They must for it is upon them.

We stopped short of the depression noted on the map recon and check the PLGR. The coordinates were right on so the security element was dispatched to secure the area. I remained with the ambulance while my driver moved forward as the medic for the team. Within a few minutes they came up on the net with the designated code word, Superman, to announce the area was secure. Although we were frequency hopping and the net was secure, we still used the word in a sentence to encrypt the hidden confirmation. Fernandez, my driver, was also operation the man pack and when to to go ahead he came back with, "Superman has left endor and doesn't have any Kryptonite". "What a dumbass", I said in a low tone, "Superman inst from Endor". All of a sudden I found myself as Cartman on Southpark! "Wookies are't from Endor"!

The rest of the night we stayed in the small perimeter we had established with the ambulances spread apart for enough to protect them for collateral damage in case one was hit, but close enough to be mutually supporting. We had our number three and six chests out and the cabinets with the inserts open and prepared for casualties. We all were wonder what the first casualty would be like. A blast wound, shrapnel, multiple gun shot wounds. All the standard were thought through and prepared for. Around three in the morning, the medic from B Company came in to the BAS with one of his soldiers. I could see they were moving quickly and even used the running password as they approached so I thought that maybe this was it. Someone had been injured and the ball was rolling.

Specialist Gregg, a heavy equipment operator by trade and a 'fifty gunner by default, was the first victim of the Iraqi desert. According to Jaime, the B Company medic, Gregg had been complaining for the last couple of hours about his back hurting and his nuts being in a bind as he put it. His driver and the assistant driver for the five ton on which he was the gunner told him it was just from standing in the ringmount for so long and all the beating around he was taking. When they finally stopped he got down a tried to piss, but couldn't go no matter how hard he tried. The the most God awful felling grabbed him around the waist and flung him to the ground reeling in pain and announcing his position to everyone in the grid square. Now with the ongoing sporadic small arm's fire in the area the first thought was a stray round had hit him, but it was worse that that.

A tiny piece of calcium had decided the ride from Kuwait in the gunners mount of an M939 series five ton truck was just too much. This minute piece of spiny stone began to make its way out of Greggs kidney, into his ureters on the way to his bladder. Along they narrow way the mighty rock scraped and poked the side walls of the little tube piercing the tissue and stimulating the synapses to fire thus creating the effect in Greggs body that someone had wacked him across the back with a baseball bat and was twisting his scrotum in a vice. Renal Calculi, "Kidney Stones". The scourge of the dehydrated soldier for the rest of the year in Iraq. I realized that I didn't bring enough Toradol.

Protests, Riots. All the same...Right?

2005-11-05T17:20:00.000-08:00

Well, according to the MSM I see that there are rioters in France burning cars and buildings. Then there are protesters in Argentina burning cars and buildings. When does a protest become a riot? What are the qualifications to get you rioter card? I mean, if I were a serious protester, would I be an asipiring rioter?

Joke:
How many Frenchmen does it take to defend the Eifel Tower?
Hell, no one knows because they have never tried it.

I love that one!

Last days in Kuwait

2005-11-04T18:38:00.000-08:00

As we prepared for our crossing into Iraq things were starting to happen fast. As senior medic I was responsible for getting the malaria pills for the BN before we could move out. The only problem was that when we were at MOB we were told it would be waiting for us in Kuwait. Of course, when we get there the pills like many other things were not where they were supposed to be so off I went to make drug deals. I have an industrious medic that made friends with someone at the MEDLOG BN and found out that there were several thousand doses that were "off the books" and could be had. Well, having spent some time working in MEDLOG I had a working knowledge of the system so off I went with a delegation of authority for the BC to get my pills. After several hours of political wrangling and refusing to leave without the goods, I found myself driving back to the camps with a completed request in hand an a promise that I could keep calling back and should have my stuff in a day or two.

As if that wasn't bad enough, one the way back in the dark a nice sandstorm blows up and really shits on us. We are in two HUMVV's, one ambulance and a softside, neither with the doors so the sand is like 200 grit tearing away layers per second. Following a few worng turns and safety stops we finally made it back to the camp just before out PA was ready to send out a recovery mission for us. All is well that ends well right? Not so fast.

Once out of a debrief on the days events, I find out that the Medical Section Sargeant has been relieved from his duties and reassigned for various infractions and I was now to take his job as well as mine. Oh joy! Now I have to take care of the BN as well as a section of medics, aid station and anything else that can be blamed on the medics. Well, this is what I asked for. No one said that it would be easy so let's pop smoke, stay low, move out and draw fire! Hooah!

Oh yeah, we did get the pillls. The night before the crossing! So much for a week of preloading. Oh yeah, it was malaria season in the fertile cresent.

ATW

Warriors Revenge

2005-11-02T10:19:00.000-08:00

MSN Headline: CIA holds terror suspects in secret prisons, Washington Post 11/2/05

Well no shit! I guess not so secret now. WTF would a so called former CIA official do something like leak this information. Can you say crybaby? Who pissed him off, didn't promote him or just hurt his feelings enough to betray his or her country? They just don't get it. We are doomed to die as a nation because someones feelings were hurt. What a shame.

Difficult to Watch

2005-10-29T19:59:00.000-07:00

I know there are those out there that say they suffer no ill effects from an experience in Iraq, Afganistan or other theater of battle, but I am not one of those. I am in no way a pussy, nor do i think we should just stop and go home. I know what we are doing is creating a battlespace in which to engage an enemy that desires nothing more that to wipe the United States and Israel from the map.

I have just been watching the Discovery/Times channel and the new series Away at War. The series follows a National Guard Engineer Battalion through a year in Iraq and jumps back and forth from the battlefield to the homefront. There are true heros in the piece and there are those that border on subversives, but the raw truth of the series is so real that I found myself breathing faster and at one point breaking down and having to call my wife. I was suffering a mild to moderate combat stress reaction as I have so many times taught in classes for the Army. The reality of the evnts that the combat veteran has lived will remain with them for the rest of their lives. Many will go on and exhibit no outward signs. Others will have these fleeting moments of emotion and then there will be those that will not be able to continue to function as a normal productive member of society.

I am a warrior. I have proven myself in battle. I have been the angel of mercy for my fellow soldiers. I have bled for our nations cause and been awarded medals for valor. All of that said, the one thing I didn't expect to bring home will be the thing that will stay with me the longest. My life has changed in so many was since my deployment. Oh how I miss the battlefield. Oh how I love my family. The two cause such conflict in my life today.

Great site

2005-10-09T12:13:00.000-07:00

Please go to the this site. If youare a blue blooded American you wil stand up and salute when you see this! God Bless the USA!

"Preventive medicine is a well placed shot group!"

http://www.minibite.com/america/forgotten.htm

A normal response to an abnormal situation

2005-10-07T19:35:00.000-07:00

I just had such an intense experience on LL's blog. We have been debating the proper use of combat forces and for some reason I find myself getting so angry at having to defend many of the leaders that I cursed when I was there. The clarity of my minds eye now allows me to analyze the situation so much more clearly. I feel like a child that has come of age and realize that my parents were right.

LL, know that I am not in anyway angry at you. Your posting stirred up many emotions that I guess were suppressed. I can see the flag you mentions, waving in the wind, and I too feel sadness for the loss of such great patriots. But I also know that this country has always sent it's sons to bleed for liberty and as the majority would say, they were willing to give their life so that others may live free. In the song, God Bless the USA, Lee greenwood sings that "the flag still stands for freedom" and by God it does. All over the world, regardless of the political pissing contests that some want to start, the average Joe on the street will still say that the USA means freedom to them in some way and that the flag is the forward projection of that ideal. I was so proud when I put on my right should flag for the deployment and even more proud that the US Army has decided to make it a part of every soldiers uniform now. I love that flag. I have bled for that flag and will do it again if I can. But more that that I love what it stands for. LIBERTY!

And Todays Sermon is......

2005-10-07T07:23:00.000-07:00

(name) is a retired preacher in McComb, MS.

To my friends and family:

What I have seen since Katrina:

The poor and the wealthy hurt by the storm.
Black, white, Hispanic, oriental and Indian all hurt by the storm.
Christian people giving, giving, giving.
Churches going all out to minister in Jesus' name.
Neighbors going door to door helping one another.
Thugs and hoodlums going door to door looking for someone vulnerable.
Ice and water being fought over as police tried to keep the peace.
People coming up from New Orleans taking over empty houses because
shelters are full.
Out of town volunteers coming with food and staying for weeks serving it.
The Churches all over this part of the country doing what Christians do
in a crisis.
FEMA doing a wonderful job in getting help to us.
The Red Cross doing a great job in the shelters.
The Salvation Army doing a great job in the community.
Four hundred crewman from everywhere bringing back the power to our
homes, churches and businesses.
Lines at service stations a block to a mile long.
National Guardsman patrolling the streets of Mccomb along with Kentucky
policemen protecting us from the hoodlums and thugs of McComb, Pike County
and New Orleans (the most dangerous city in the world before Katrina).
Drug dealers working outside shelters.
Doctors, nurses and other hospital personnel working tirelessly,
without sleep, doing the job God called them to do.

WHAT I HAVE NOT SEEN:

The ACLU setting up a feeding line!
People for the American Way helping in the shelters!
The NAACP doing any work whatsoever!
The American Atheist organization serving meals in the shelters!
Jesse Jackson directing traffic at the gas stations!
I could go on but you get my message. Its the Christian people with
love and compassion who do the work. The gripers in Congress should
come on down and get in line to pass the water and the ice. Are you
listening Hillary, Chuck, Teddy, and all you sorry loafers we refer to
as Senators and Congressmen. They don't have a clue as to what this
life is all about here on the gulf coast.

Boy, I feel better now!
(name)

OIF 1 The Beginning

2005-10-06T19:12:00.000-07:00

I was assigned to a combat engineer battalion as senior medic for the deployment to the "undisclosed location in the middle east" from a medical training unit. I had put my name on the list as a willing volunteer to be deployed earlier in the political events leading up to the invasion. I knew this would be my last chance to get in the game before I clocked out at 20.
Pre-deployment was a rush job from mobilization to boots on the ground was 32 days. That is very fast for a National Guard heavy combat battalion considering the number of people and the amount of equipment to be moved. Nevertheless we got all of our check marks from the MOB BN and away we went for acclimatization while awaiting our equipment to arrive by sea.
The surreal experience of landing in the middle east was tempered by the thoughts of my family and the issues left undone. I was finally here. After 16 years of preparing I was going to get in the game and to top that off I was in the starting lineup. Operation Iraqi Freedom 1, OIF 1, (although at the time we didn't know there would be more that one OIF).
As we exited the plane into the bright desert light the wave of heat was impressive. At first my impression was that it may have been just the heat from the engines after a long trans-Atlantic, Mediterranean and Arabian desert crossing, but as we move further and further away from the aircraft I quickly realized that the jet engines had nothing to do with the oppression I was experiencing. Within a half and hour we were already beginning to look for water and by the next morning I had started my first IV in the "war".
Next came the official Swipe In to the theater to prove each individual was there, the only problem was that very few of us had the high speed CAC card needed to digitally enter the country so the admin remfs had to manually key all our information in. Boy were they pissed. Here we are taking up their valuable time by not being high speed enough to have the digital cards. Damn National Guard Pukes! I couldn't help but notice they were sitting in an air conditioned Toyota Landcruiser with the window cracked just enough to slide an ID card in and that we were standing in the sun wearing enough gear to weight down an Army mule. Not to mention that we had on body armor, kevlar and had our weapons. The closest thing to a weapon I saw any of them wield was the mighty stylus of their laptop signature pad! HOOAH! Welcome to the war boys and girls!

TBCL8TR......

Blame Bush......for what?

2005-10-06T16:43:00.000-07:00

From and e-mail disscussion I had with ll:

I know what you mean. I have just been in a
> conversation with a fellow veteran about how the
> fucking bleeding heart bastards fucked up our
> military in the mid 90's and that it has cost
> soldiers lives! Fucking cry babies cut the funding
> so bad that support units couldn't even fire their
> weapons and now we are having to retrain them before
> they deploy because so many have been hurt and
> killed because of it! An they blame Bush for the
> casualties! Fucking pussy's haven't got a clue!

Vince Flynn

2005-10-05T21:22:00.000-07:00

If you enjoy real to life, detailed covert thrillers then Vince Flynn is the author for you. I would encourage everyone to check out his latest offering, Consent to Kill, availible soon in hardcover through your favorite outlet.

The Blondage Effect

2005-10-05T13:40:00.000-07:00

I have recently experienced something strange somehow refreshing. A deviant Republican! I have been a closet Free Republican for a long time, but was unsure of how I should act. An angel in the form of a bogger appeared before me and has shown me the way. For this I am ever greatful and hope to be able to repay this favor someday.

This is my first blog and i hope it will allow me the opportunity to expand my horizons and serve as an outlet for the frustrations we all feel by having to act like we are cold and asexual beings because of our political beliefs and affiliations.

I invite all to participate, but to my fellow OIF and OEF warriors I say welcome home and feel free to discuss anything without fear of persecution. We are the Kights of our time. The Gladiators, the WARRIORS! Be proud!

"Good people sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."