i saw that fox again...
try a whole bunch of them, out along the B-position at night through the thermals. Better then some mortar guy. I'm superstitious so I align it with some kind of supernatural comfort. The foxes are there, we're good. Then he jumped on top of the spare tire next to the gunner's turret and looked at me for a solid 3 minutes, give or take. No fear. Later buddy...i'll catch you next rotation.
Meanwhile, we get blown up outside of some shit-hole insurgent harboring village. And i have no other details to spill. I can't. Other than: everyone's safe. Fuck you fundamentalism, fuck you. And fuck me. For reasons that I can't mention...bad things happen to good soldiers with intelligence. word.
I missed my 1st wedding anniversary. I try to like, you know...justify with the whole "I'm out here earning for us so that we can have more than one year together." I feel guilty regardless, but there's no blame on her side. She knows the deal, sometimes I believe she's more hardcore than I am, other times I just think we're in it together. Maybe it's both.
Desert rain is not the best thing in the world by far. I haven't seen gnar mud like this since hiking days Manoa trail style...or East Range for that matter. Scratch the above, Ft. Knox mud has destroyed uniforms and lives alike so I'll go with that. Point is I rather it be back to 118 degrees + instead of wet and entrenching, not to mention cold.
This sounds like a list of complaints, but to be honest, the sad part is i live for all this. Save being home for my anniversary I wouldn't trade these experiences for anything. It's my job, I love it. And where as I use to be some driven mysterious anarcho-punk fiend, I learned some where that changing it from the inside might be worth a shot. Giving aid to Iranian refugees was an eye opener, seeing the poverty, destruction, and lack of basics. Don't ever talk to me about quality of life.
try a whole bunch of them, out along the B-position at night through the thermals. Better then some mortar guy. I'm superstitious so I align it with some kind of supernatural comfort. The foxes are there, we're good. Then he jumped on top of the spare tire next to the gunner's turret and looked at me for a solid 3 minutes, give or take. No fear. Later buddy...i'll catch you next rotation.
Meanwhile, we get blown up outside of some shit-hole insurgent harboring village. And i have no other details to spill. I can't. Other than: everyone's safe. Fuck you fundamentalism, fuck you. And fuck me. For reasons that I can't mention...bad things happen to good soldiers with intelligence. word.
I missed my 1st wedding anniversary. I try to like, you know...justify with the whole "I'm out here earning for us so that we can have more than one year together." I feel guilty regardless, but there's no blame on her side. She knows the deal, sometimes I believe she's more hardcore than I am, other times I just think we're in it together. Maybe it's both.
Desert rain is not the best thing in the world by far. I haven't seen gnar mud like this since hiking days Manoa trail style...or East Range for that matter. Scratch the above, Ft. Knox mud has destroyed uniforms and lives alike so I'll go with that. Point is I rather it be back to 118 degrees + instead of wet and entrenching, not to mention cold.
This sounds like a list of complaints, but to be honest, the sad part is i live for all this. Save being home for my anniversary I wouldn't trade these experiences for anything. It's my job, I love it. And where as I use to be some driven mysterious anarcho-punk fiend, I learned some where that changing it from the inside might be worth a shot. Giving aid to Iranian refugees was an eye opener, seeing the poverty, destruction, and lack of basics. Don't ever talk to me about quality of life.