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and just like that......everything seems calm now. subdued.
one can only hope that this is the beginning of the end. i watched the sunset earlier today and realized that slowly, the snowcapped mountains were becoming whiter and whiter with each new day. winter is at the front door. i want to think that the rest of my days in afghanistan will be filled with playing the guitar on the porch and tossing a football back and forth. my pessimism gets the best of me though. i know that its not over. its funny how, at first, every marine dreams of combat. its widely viewed as a rite of passage. moreso than boot camp. almost as if you are not a real marine until you carve a notch or two in the buttstock of your rifle. i was there once. and now, i take a more jaded stance. ive climbed the mountains. ive shot my rifle. ive made the skies rain shrapnel onto the enemy with the mortar system. all the things i could not wait to do 8 months ago, ive done. and with no regrets. at the risk of sounding "been there, done that", i have had my fill of combat. i can wear that combat action ribbon on my dress blues when i come home and be proud. the question is......was it all worth it?

show and tell time from the archives.....


miraculously, no-one was seriously injured by this I.E.D.



this is what happens to you when you plant an I.E.D. and ambush a marine convoy.

and lastly, this is the only ass i will have seen for 8 months.