Alright Children,

As I have promised, it's later. Time to bitch. For those of you who actually give a damn, (if any), I'm in Kuwait. My sole purpose over here is to provide security for truck convoys as they travel north from Camp Virginia, to Camp Cedar in Iraq. Now children having been over here once before, I can deal with the bullets, bombs, and screams in the middle of the night. What I can't deal with is the smell. That's right children, the stench here is enough to make anyone vommit. Especially when you're on a mission, and one of your trucks breaks down, and it's the middle of the day. That's when the sun is brightest. Now let's factor in old Gatorade and water bottles that are filled with piss. As I keep saying I'm a fairly patient guy, but when you've been driving all night, and then you have to wait six hours for a tow truck to arrive to your location, the temperature is 140 degress, and everything reeks like piss...... Children, I'm doing everything I can not to snap and beat these people down. These people need to die children. That's all there is to it!!! We're supposed to be their ally, but at this point I say, "FUCK THAT!!!" If it were up to me, I'd turn the Middle East into one big parking lot. To hell with trying to win these people over. That's all I have for now.

Monster Out