Monday, December 03, 2007
Sunday, September 25, 2005
The end is the beginning
My thanks go out to everyone that showed an iota of support during the last nine months. My close friends and family members have been an invaluable keystone during some difficult times. The near & perfect strangers that have written, sent packages and emailed me have kept my spirits buoyed and maintained my faith in humanity.
I maintain that US & Coalition forces are doing a good thing in Iraq. It's hot, dangerous, repetetive work for the best of causes. I know, beyond a shadow of doubt, that I have made a difference in this world. It is a shame that so many in this world live in the shadow of tyranny and fear. I can think of no greater honor than to aid in the liberation of the oppressed.
As I have mentioned before, this is my last post. I suppose I could continue to make updates, but it would be terribly mundane. Lost keys, Late bills and Gas Prices would be the norm. I think I spin a good yarn, but I'm afraid I'm light years away from making any of that interesting. I may keep the website up, as a marker of sorts. I may delete it. Either way, I will save all my posts.
Some of you have told me to write a damn book, already. I'm going to try. With luck, you should be able to find my name in print someday.
It's been a long road. Thanks for riding along with me.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
We should be flying out of here sometime early on Friday. Of course, that date is subject to change, as always.
This is my second-to-last update, FYI. The next update won't be for a couple weeks, after I've gotten home and settled in. It should be at least 1/10 more interesting than the last two posts.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Leaving, on a jet plane.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Operations have ceased. That's right. We are DONE. Finally. The only thing we're held to that even comes close to responsibility is taking a shower every day or two. My new schedule is something like this:
0900 - Sit up in bed, look around, smirk, lay back down.
1000 - Sit up in bed, look around, smirk, get up and go take a shower.
1100 - Read a book
1130 - Go to chow, get haircut (if applicable), head to MWR
1230 - Check email, play fooseball, pool or ping pong.
1500 - Go back to tent. Take afternoon nap.
1730 - Go to evening chow, head to MWR
1800 - Play video games, watch movie, get on internet & update blog.
2200 - Go back to tent. Watch suckers lose money at poker.
2215 - "Put in some money or get the fuck out of here."
2216 - Get the fuck out of there.
2217 - Watch a movie, read a book, listen to ipod.
0000 - Sleep.
Yeah, that's a pretty good schedule, right? Of course, I've been an advocate of that schedule since February. It's good to see the higher-ups admit when they've been wrong.
As always, I will put more word up as situations develop. If you've been following me for this long, you can make it another couple weeks, right?
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Pointless counting exercise
In other news, my war is over. I am standing a 30-day gate guard post from 2200 - 0600. It is, to be blunt, heaven. I "work" during the cool(er) night hours and sleep with A/C when it's hot outside. The next time I leave the wire will be to come home. The thought of leaving here brings to mind the first thing my father said over the phone to me when I got back the last time: "Thank....fucking.....god."
To celebrate, I was going to put together a top-ten list of things I will never do again. Anne wanted a top-ten list of things I was going to do when I got back. I liked my idea better. Anne gave me the steely-eyed "Honey Do" gaze from across two continents and an ocean. We're gonna meet halfway. Two top five lists of each of the abovementioned categories. So without further ado....
Top Five Things I Will Never Suffer Again:
#5 For the past seven months my eyes have been watering from the godawful smell of pert plus and sulfur intermingled. No more "eau de eww" flavored showers. No more showers with water that smells like sulfur.
#4 "Jeepers, what will I wear today? Maybe I'll wear something that really shows off my ass like the desert camoflage. Then again, I could wear something a little more conservative, such as desert camoflage. And let's not forget my newest outfit: Desert camoflage. You know, I just can't decide. No more utility uniform.
#3 "Hay guys, guys...I have a great idea. Let's all go and get in a great big line, okay? And then we'll walk about a hundred yards that way. Then we'll all turn around and come back, right? And the whole time, we'll pick up every single piece of garbage we can find. It's gonna be a lot of fun, seriously. In fact, let's just cancel everything else we had planned for the afternoon and knock ourselves out. No more police calls.
#2 I think my favorite thing about this country is the majestic, rolling hills of dirt. I really like how it turns into boggy mud when it rains, and moon dust when it's hot. Because that way it's impossible for me to find any comfort. Oh, and the cooling breezes. Yes sir, the refreshing "blast furnace" wind really helps keep the sweat out of your eyes. And the way you can just feel the grit in your teeth as you go through your day... I really feel like I'm a part of this place. No, really. It's taking over my goddamn body. No more dust.
#1 "Well hello there, my good fellow. I see that you have at least four years of formalized education from an accredited university. Allow me to offer my services for anything you may require. Would you like to inspect my weapon and/or uniform? Is my haircut within acceptable standards? I see you have a foolish and time-wasting endeavor in the formulative stages. Perhaps I could help by going somewhere far away to deliver a message with all my gear on in the heat of the afternoon? Splendid. I would hate for you to use any valuable petrol driving yourself to your destination. Good day, sir! No more officers.
Top Five List of Things I Will Be Doing Soon:
#5 Paying full-market value for goods. In a land of .99 Red bulls, $5.00 DVDs and free electricity, I will soon be paying for things at a regular price again. It's a shame, because I've gotten to really like the idea of living on less than a hundred dollars a month.
#4 Alcohol. It's not a huge deal, really, but I find that I truly miss that first sip of a cold beer at the end of a long day. Very soon, the magic goodness of Black Butte Porter will be working it's way through my liver.
#3 Not executing pets. Words can barely express my exitement about not having to turn any future pets I may own over to the police for execution. The "Animals have disease!" scare out here has just been ridiculous.
#2 Not doing a goddamn thing. "Look busy, everybody look busy so we don't get yelled at!" I can't wait to intentionally sit on my ass in full view the general public. No more scrambling to get back to the shop by 1300. No more getting up early for a few days at least.
#1 Try and use your imagination on this one. 25 year old guy coming out of the desert for the better half of the year. Yeah, this is a real toughie. If you haven't figured it out yet, move your mouse arrow to the upper right hand corner. See the X? Click it.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Boredom: Jet fuel for the fun rocket.
Another upside is that I now have a set schedule. 0600 - 1400 is guard duty. The rest of the time is my own. Unfortunatley, that time is spent in one spot. With a flak jacket on. Eight hours is a long time when you're standing around, waving in vehicles. Once again, boredom forces me to seek out new avenues of adventure and excitement.
Today, I fed birds. You could have easily mistaken me for the crazy bird lady at the park, except I was sweating a lot more than she usually does. Also, instead of throwing them some tasty bread, they were getting sodium-laden potato chips and delicious oreo cookies.
At first, the birds were like...um....birds. Keeping their distance, hopping around, you know. Acting bird-like. But gradually, the sweet, sweet goodness of soft creme filling between two chocolate cookies brought them closer to me. Soon, they were eating cookies from less than two feet away. Not a big accomplishment, really. Unless of course, you're in Iraq. Then it's hot, hot betting action with the black Corporal on guard with me. The betting on how close I could get birds to come was my idea. His contribution to interracial friendship was asking me if I thought OJ was guilty. No goddamn way I was touching that one.
Stay tuned, as I continue to charm my feathered friends and mold friendships by way of cheap processed food.