MEMBER SINCE: June 2005
occupation: Cavalry Scout Us Army
gets me hot: Foreign countries, dark hair, nice gals.
into: Tattoos, music, freedom, foreign countries.
makes me happy: My Friends
fantasy: To meet Robert Browning or Thomas Edison.
i lost my virginity: To The Forest by The Cure
makes me sad: Our President, the creation of wars for western corporation involvement. E.g. Brown and Root, Haliburton.
body mods: Tat on back.
most humbling moment: When I got shot at for the first time, you could imagine a 17 year old kid from the hills of northern california suddenly realizing that War is not a game, that it is indeed the scariest thing out there.
BLOGS
There is no lies there is only freedom.
There is no pain only suffering.
There is no wasted effort only time spent.
There is no lost dreams, only wasted potential.
I geuss I keep living in the past. My unit went on a road march today for about three hours this morning at 3am. Usual you know, quiet time with a heavy ass rucksack on your back gives you alot of time to think. So I was thinking. Thinking to much of the past, of being only nineteen and seeing more than most people would care to see. Taking my fair share of hate out on the world. And how my past led up to these situations.
Perhaps theres a reason for everything, but theres still alot of stuff that go's unexplained. Either way I can't wait three more years and I'm out. Freedom is just around the corner. If I can get past the next two deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan I should be ok. (Tough chance, but one can still hope)
I'll get some pictures up as soon as I get a new digital camera, my last one got hit by a goddam mortar attack, along with all my other shit. Anyways, I'll get a new camera and start taking pictures within the month.
There is no pain only suffering.
There is no wasted effort only time spent.
There is no lost dreams, only wasted potential.
I geuss I keep living in the past. My unit went on a road march today for about three hours this morning at 3am. Usual you know, quiet time with a heavy ass rucksack on your back gives you alot of time to think. So I was thinking. Thinking to much of the past, of being only nineteen and seeing more than most people would care to see. Taking my fair share of hate out on the world. And how my past led up to these situations.
Perhaps theres a reason for everything, but theres still alot of stuff that go's unexplained. Either way I can't wait three more years and I'm out. Freedom is just around the corner. If I can get past the next two deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan I should be ok. (Tough chance, but one can still hope)
I'll get some pictures up as soon as I get a new digital camera, my last one got hit by a goddam mortar attack, along with all my other shit. Anyways, I'll get a new camera and start taking pictures within the month.
about 13 months of being over there. I'm pretty much tired of the whole war thing. But theres no keeping your head down and your eyes open, its just random. You can't stop a IED strapped to the guard rails of a freeway. Theres no way.
SEPTEMBER 2010
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