HELLO ELLO YELL YO WHATS UP ONE AND ALL!?!?!?!
so far i'm still alive and bedises breaking my nose and hurting my back in an explosion doing fairly well. in case you forgot i'm in mother fucking iraq and as i said earlier still alive after 11 ieds. a few friends went home early but thankfully they're alive and one of'ems back with us the stupid sucker could have been eating all the oxycotton and percosate he wanted and instead he's come back missing us. shows you what only twenty-three days in this counrty will do to you. that is give you the comeplete fucking wrong idea on what a fucked up world this, iraq.
in case you don't know it i hate fucking george bush. but man what can i say but beware of religion beware. i seen what it does to a group of people who as a whole follow its tennants too their own demise. oh man the women here wehn they get old get these crazy tatoos on their faces so with the wrinkles they look like skulls or witches. the younger ones peek out from underneath veils unless their the few christians in the city. they all start wearing high heels at like age eight or something and thats all they wear. they seem so delicate and afraid but i'm not sure i trust that. but these people for the most part are sexually repressed and miserable. lazy. all of 'em seems to have like eight brothers and sisters and that's per wife. some of these dudes are dumb enough to marry one than one woman. i mean come on man, that's just a bit too much for me to consider. i tried dating more than two girls once and they nearly drove me mad. i mean i absolutely love women nearly to the point of worship but one's enough to love. that's not to say well one's enough always to satisfy the passing desires and what not.
damn i miss living life. you all not in the military free yourselves from whatever prison you think you're in(unless of course it's real then i know your sucking), because this is a vacuume life i've been living. the same people everyday. people who'll act friendly one moment and then the next shoot at you or try to blow you up. or you could watch your friends get shot or blown up in the back of the vehicle your driving and want nothing more than to stop their pain their screaming. or you hear the explosion rip through the air and the next moment you're laying down in the drivers seat trying to stear through a road you can barely see and you're not sure if you are dead or not. and who's to say i'm not? that's how sick this place is... and then you spit blood but no pain yet no pain and you start praying for pain and voices and the voices start to come and chaos roars and then everythings drownded out by your buddy screaming and you ain't heard screaming unless you heard this horrible fear pain scream. man...cundy wherever you are hope life gets better man. i've seen it on the streets in the cities i've lived but being so far away for the comfort you wish you had is something terribly different.
well anyway how the hell you all been the last seven months. and yes i'm still here in this dreadful place. home in april for two weeks of r&r but not really home. i;ve gotta come back to america and find a home again and that's with another year left in the fucking united states army.
peace,
chris
so far i'm still alive and bedises breaking my nose and hurting my back in an explosion doing fairly well. in case you forgot i'm in mother fucking iraq and as i said earlier still alive after 11 ieds. a few friends went home early but thankfully they're alive and one of'ems back with us the stupid sucker could have been eating all the oxycotton and percosate he wanted and instead he's come back missing us. shows you what only twenty-three days in this counrty will do to you. that is give you the comeplete fucking wrong idea on what a fucked up world this, iraq.
in case you don't know it i hate fucking george bush. but man what can i say but beware of religion beware. i seen what it does to a group of people who as a whole follow its tennants too their own demise. oh man the women here wehn they get old get these crazy tatoos on their faces so with the wrinkles they look like skulls or witches. the younger ones peek out from underneath veils unless their the few christians in the city. they all start wearing high heels at like age eight or something and thats all they wear. they seem so delicate and afraid but i'm not sure i trust that. but these people for the most part are sexually repressed and miserable. lazy. all of 'em seems to have like eight brothers and sisters and that's per wife. some of these dudes are dumb enough to marry one than one woman. i mean come on man, that's just a bit too much for me to consider. i tried dating more than two girls once and they nearly drove me mad. i mean i absolutely love women nearly to the point of worship but one's enough to love. that's not to say well one's enough always to satisfy the passing desires and what not.
damn i miss living life. you all not in the military free yourselves from whatever prison you think you're in(unless of course it's real then i know your sucking), because this is a vacuume life i've been living. the same people everyday. people who'll act friendly one moment and then the next shoot at you or try to blow you up. or you could watch your friends get shot or blown up in the back of the vehicle your driving and want nothing more than to stop their pain their screaming. or you hear the explosion rip through the air and the next moment you're laying down in the drivers seat trying to stear through a road you can barely see and you're not sure if you are dead or not. and who's to say i'm not? that's how sick this place is... and then you spit blood but no pain yet no pain and you start praying for pain and voices and the voices start to come and chaos roars and then everythings drownded out by your buddy screaming and you ain't heard screaming unless you heard this horrible fear pain scream. man...cundy wherever you are hope life gets better man. i've seen it on the streets in the cities i've lived but being so far away for the comfort you wish you had is something terribly different.
well anyway how the hell you all been the last seven months. and yes i'm still here in this dreadful place. home in april for two weeks of r&r but not really home. i;ve gotta come back to america and find a home again and that's with another year left in the fucking united states army.
peace,
chris