Christmas in the barracks.
Sucks ass. I will not complain too much though because it could be worse. I got what's below as a bulletin on MySpace. I felt guilty over my self pity after reading it.
Oh well, Merry Christmas all.
From my buddy Travis...
____________________________________________________________
I miss this guy he is a true American. Probably more of a fine American then I will ever know. I had the pleasure to attend training with him and he is now spending Christmas in Iraq with thousands of other Marines, soliders, sailors, and airmen. He sure isn't the poem or soft spoken type, instead very direct and to the point. And I had the honor to listen to these informant words on a daily basis. I thank you sir, and look forward to hopefully seeing you in March.
--A patriot writes--
I saw the best thing I have ever seen today.
young cpl at the SVCP today, took an iraqi out of a car, the guy gets into an argument with my cpl, then grabs his M4, cpl punches the muj out....literally socked him right in the face, guy goes down like Paris Hilton on an investment banker, and then the cpl reaches into the car and picks up the guys kid, holds her for over an hour until she stops crying. We pull chocks, kid follows the cpl back to the gun truck, will not leave him alone, pulling on his leg, he reaches down and hugs her, the five year old gives him a thumbs up and says "yay Bush, Bush Good", stars screaming at her father like the french kid from saving private ryan and then we take off.
Merry Christmas from Iraq.
Its still cold sunny and sandy, and the Fobbits are gaining weight like a pregnant kristie alley. If the Muj only knew the best way to win the war was to target the KBR resupply trucks filled with cheeseburgers for the Fobbits, we'd all be fucked.
Hey the democrats are in power, and we have a new sec def, maybe we'll see some changes, maybe that sentence is hollow bitter idealism?
And speaking of wars, this isnt really a war anymore, its a vast individualistic survival situation, where all you have is your guys, and you. Thats it, we have no Tokyo here or a Berlin, its just get to next monday, revise, repeat. French foreign legion says it best, "you fight for France, but you live or die for your men".
I dont really care about country songs about screaming eagles and songs about letters from home over here, all I care about is coming back from indian country each day and smelling Erins perfume on the letter she wrote me through the plastic bag i put it in to prolong my memories by smelling that perfume before I got to sleep each night. I think I should be hung by my nuts for having the luxury of internet...in my room here. There are still guys sleeping in the sand, waiting for that rocket to greet them, or that IED to embrace them.
20 years from now, and this will happen, mark my words, when my generation are the ones running the show, there will be a vast division between men. Between the ones who went to grad school, and the ones to went to war, or became cops, or firefighers. And at the end of the day, no one will care about the men who gave nothing, and alot of the people will not care about the men that did give something, or gave it all and died here. But I will remember, and men like me will remember, and our children will too, and thats the difference. You need to ask yourself, did I do everyhing i could to prevent harm on Americans from these fanatics? Did I push to the last mile of the battlespace, did I take back from that cache every bullet? Did I burn all the muj propoganda I found? Did it matter? Did any of this matter? Time will tell.
But ye who choose for yourself, verus chose for all will suffer in the end, shame stings worse than any bullet. That guy you see your own age wearing desert marpat in times square begging for change as you drive past in your new car in 2021, he'll know, and I'll know, that we were the victors in the end. Memory fades, yet bronze and granite spun from the great heat of the earth, turned into letters that make names by the hands of men, and those names will adorn the trophy halls of our nation, and men will be spoken about with reverance for centuries, and all you will have is a leased BMW with an option to buy.
I wont lease my legacy.
Semper Fidelis
That means always fucking faithful for all you anti war types out there.
Sucks ass. I will not complain too much though because it could be worse. I got what's below as a bulletin on MySpace. I felt guilty over my self pity after reading it.
Oh well, Merry Christmas all.
From my buddy Travis...
____________________________________________________________
I miss this guy he is a true American. Probably more of a fine American then I will ever know. I had the pleasure to attend training with him and he is now spending Christmas in Iraq with thousands of other Marines, soliders, sailors, and airmen. He sure isn't the poem or soft spoken type, instead very direct and to the point. And I had the honor to listen to these informant words on a daily basis. I thank you sir, and look forward to hopefully seeing you in March.
--A patriot writes--
I saw the best thing I have ever seen today.
young cpl at the SVCP today, took an iraqi out of a car, the guy gets into an argument with my cpl, then grabs his M4, cpl punches the muj out....literally socked him right in the face, guy goes down like Paris Hilton on an investment banker, and then the cpl reaches into the car and picks up the guys kid, holds her for over an hour until she stops crying. We pull chocks, kid follows the cpl back to the gun truck, will not leave him alone, pulling on his leg, he reaches down and hugs her, the five year old gives him a thumbs up and says "yay Bush, Bush Good", stars screaming at her father like the french kid from saving private ryan and then we take off.
Merry Christmas from Iraq.
Its still cold sunny and sandy, and the Fobbits are gaining weight like a pregnant kristie alley. If the Muj only knew the best way to win the war was to target the KBR resupply trucks filled with cheeseburgers for the Fobbits, we'd all be fucked.
Hey the democrats are in power, and we have a new sec def, maybe we'll see some changes, maybe that sentence is hollow bitter idealism?
And speaking of wars, this isnt really a war anymore, its a vast individualistic survival situation, where all you have is your guys, and you. Thats it, we have no Tokyo here or a Berlin, its just get to next monday, revise, repeat. French foreign legion says it best, "you fight for France, but you live or die for your men".
I dont really care about country songs about screaming eagles and songs about letters from home over here, all I care about is coming back from indian country each day and smelling Erins perfume on the letter she wrote me through the plastic bag i put it in to prolong my memories by smelling that perfume before I got to sleep each night. I think I should be hung by my nuts for having the luxury of internet...in my room here. There are still guys sleeping in the sand, waiting for that rocket to greet them, or that IED to embrace them.
20 years from now, and this will happen, mark my words, when my generation are the ones running the show, there will be a vast division between men. Between the ones who went to grad school, and the ones to went to war, or became cops, or firefighers. And at the end of the day, no one will care about the men who gave nothing, and alot of the people will not care about the men that did give something, or gave it all and died here. But I will remember, and men like me will remember, and our children will too, and thats the difference. You need to ask yourself, did I do everyhing i could to prevent harm on Americans from these fanatics? Did I push to the last mile of the battlespace, did I take back from that cache every bullet? Did I burn all the muj propoganda I found? Did it matter? Did any of this matter? Time will tell.
But ye who choose for yourself, verus chose for all will suffer in the end, shame stings worse than any bullet. That guy you see your own age wearing desert marpat in times square begging for change as you drive past in your new car in 2021, he'll know, and I'll know, that we were the victors in the end. Memory fades, yet bronze and granite spun from the great heat of the earth, turned into letters that make names by the hands of men, and those names will adorn the trophy halls of our nation, and men will be spoken about with reverance for centuries, and all you will have is a leased BMW with an option to buy.
I wont lease my legacy.
Semper Fidelis
That means always fucking faithful for all you anti war types out there.
rambo:
Money was made to be spent. Christmas is a time to give, and I don't think there is anything at all wrong with going nuts. What better time to get out of hand with the gifts? I mean, seriously. I think it's totally worth it.