Alright.... my Internet ran out on the 20th of this month... I've been anticipating a move to a new location any day now so i didn't spring for the Internet because its sold on a month to month basis.... right now I'm in the MWR and this sucks... The milbloging OG's had it rough.... but they are old school and I'm new school... we do if from our rooms bitches...
about that... i just found out that i may have a week long lay over in an other then permanent home... so my noninternet having ass may be extending the duration....
the June 30th deadline for the power transition IAW the SOFA is still on schedule but we still don't know how it will affect us.... we probably wont be told until the 2nd of July while getting yelled at for doing something we are no longer allowed to do.... (I love the Army)
and lastly, after a couple of request for a week long photo/blog post that covers an entire week, I'm now giving it serious contemplation... couple things though... one it will be watered down... anything that's incriminating or violates OPSEC i wont be able to discuss, publish or even hint too... I also currently don't have a camera.. i blow my up trying to get it too close to a controlled det.. about a week and a half ago... so i need to buy a new one... i may do that soon but only if theres one i like.... That leads me to this... i wont have my new camera until after the SOFA bullshit.... we don't even know if we will be allowed outside in the city after the 30th... so it could end up being me eating, sleeping, working out, and all the fun and bullshit that goes along with being so full of time that you cant even find things to consume it... but hey once i get my camera i will have a better grasp of whats going on and if i still think its a good idea... thanks all, bare with me not having Internet... ill get back in the swing shortly...
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
FILLER
I didnt get the reaction i was expecting from my last post... a couple emails... but by in large i thought it was funny... i guess it was uninteresting to others... well here you go, some pictures... the internet has been to random for me to get into a writing grove...
Me doing a "im going to shoot you pose with an AK.... you really cant tell what kind of weapon it is from the pic... its an AK
Me posing with an MP5... i have a video of me shooting it but i cant load it because the interent sucks here... MP5's are fun though....
RPG with no rocket... i unfortunatly wasnt allowed to shot this... even though we did find 2 RPG rockets later on that night... it would have been a blast to have been able to shoot them... instead we blow them up and my camera in the process...
This is the view from where we have to pull guard at this rinky dink JSS.... i know the picture isnt that great but try to appreciate the level of frustration i endured tring to get the camera to line up with the rear and front sight post... it started out a seemingly easy task.... 20 pictures later my frustration and determination was rediculously high... being that i put so much effort into a picture that isnt really that great, i though it deserved to be posted...
The raiderettes.... they came to see us... i dont paticularly like the raiders but i went anyways... in this pic im quizing them on raider knowlegde... they passed, but had they been cowboys cheerleaders i think i would have stumped them...
Me and a couple of my soldiers with the girls...
I took this picture purely to demonstrate my love for football.... it had nothing to do with with the girls... come on guys im married...
This is the other team leader in the squad and my roommate.... this is his ganster pose... the funny thing is that he will never ever forget this day... this day he will remember when his 70... but i cant tell you why...lol
One of our trucks is about to tip over.... we tied it off to another truck and luckly got it unstuck with out tipping it over...
This is by far my favorite care package letter from a kid... ive seen tons of them but this by far takes the cake... theres an on going debate to weather or not hes saying service or survive... but there is no doubt about the whore... hey austin.. if this ever its back to you... i got you buddy.... im tracking man.... you are my hero bro...
Hey what do you know... and EFP... the ones Iran stopped selling us.... this must be the second one this year... ( reread the the efp post comments if you dont get it) anyways... this efp was incased in strophome... all that shit around it is the styrophome... the disk is about the size of a dinner plate... this would have been nasty... good thing it was found before it went off...
Me doing a "im going to shoot you pose with an AK.... you really cant tell what kind of weapon it is from the pic... its an AK
Me posing with an MP5... i have a video of me shooting it but i cant load it because the interent sucks here... MP5's are fun though....
RPG with no rocket... i unfortunatly wasnt allowed to shot this... even though we did find 2 RPG rockets later on that night... it would have been a blast to have been able to shoot them... instead we blow them up and my camera in the process...
This is the view from where we have to pull guard at this rinky dink JSS.... i know the picture isnt that great but try to appreciate the level of frustration i endured tring to get the camera to line up with the rear and front sight post... it started out a seemingly easy task.... 20 pictures later my frustration and determination was rediculously high... being that i put so much effort into a picture that isnt really that great, i though it deserved to be posted...
The raiderettes.... they came to see us... i dont paticularly like the raiders but i went anyways... in this pic im quizing them on raider knowlegde... they passed, but had they been cowboys cheerleaders i think i would have stumped them...
Me and a couple of my soldiers with the girls...
I took this picture purely to demonstrate my love for football.... it had nothing to do with with the girls... come on guys im married...
This is the other team leader in the squad and my roommate.... this is his ganster pose... the funny thing is that he will never ever forget this day... this day he will remember when his 70... but i cant tell you why...lol
One of our trucks is about to tip over.... we tied it off to another truck and luckly got it unstuck with out tipping it over...
This is by far my favorite care package letter from a kid... ive seen tons of them but this by far takes the cake... theres an on going debate to weather or not hes saying service or survive... but there is no doubt about the whore... hey austin.. if this ever its back to you... i got you buddy.... im tracking man.... you are my hero bro...
Hey what do you know... and EFP... the ones Iran stopped selling us.... this must be the second one this year... ( reread the the efp post comments if you dont get it) anyways... this efp was incased in strophome... all that shit around it is the styrophome... the disk is about the size of a dinner plate... this would have been nasty... good thing it was found before it went off...
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
SUICIDE BOMBING CONTEMPLATION
The art of suicide bombing is very intriguing to me…. Specifically the recruiting element…. I mean come on, who cares about the fag blowing himself up…. I’m interest in the guy who talked him into it…. that’s what I want to contemplate….
So, how does this shit work…. How would one get into this line of work…. If your good at it, it seems like it would be very rewarding and fulfilling… seriously, talking someone into blowing themselves up is the ultimate sell…. If you can sell that, you can sell anything… in a world where education isn’t put at the top of the priority list, I’m forced to assume that there is a natural ability factor that plays into it…. But how does it start…. How does any of it start… ive played the initial recruiting conversation in my head a few times and it always plays out with me saying no…. maybe I just suck at suicide recruiting…. Here’s how I see it in my head….
Me and a buddy are outside somewhere by ourselves smoking stogies and talking about whales or something…. Its always outside in my head for some reason… just go with it…
Recruiter… hey buddy I want to talk to you about something, how you been?
Me….. It’s another day bro, just living life…. What’s up?
R…. I’ve been thinking…. You know you would make a great martyr….. I think you have what it takes….
Me…. Oh yeah, thanks bro… what is that, like a ship boat captain or something….
R…… no man…. Its doing gods work…. Bro you rid the holy land of the infidels….
Me…. You mean like a soldier?
R…. yeah man… a soldier of God….
Me…. Sounds pretty cool bro…. but I have a job….
R……. no man…. Your not getting it…. You kill yourself in Gods name but you take the infidels with you for God….. And then your rewarded by him in heaven….. Its in the good book man… its legit…
Me….. Ummm…. Why wouldn’t God just do it himself man…. couldn’t he like make a massive flood or something and kill the infidels….
R…… No man, a flood would also kill non infidels and damage trees and shit… God loves trees bro….
Me…. Oh… yeah your right I didn’t think of that…. Well what about a massive thunder storm…. It could last for weeks and he could only target infidels…
R…. no man God already thought of all this…. He wouldn’t do that because he would inconveniences a lot of others…. Listen, after you do this you will go to heaven and God will reward you with 70 virgins….
Me….. Really?
R….. yeah bro………. Really.
Me….. What would I do with 70 virgins……
R…… what every you want bro….. they would be yours…..
Me…. So, would I own them all, or would I just be married to them all…..
R….. I don’t know man…. It doesn’t specify……
Me…. Well that’s kinda important bro….. I mean, I’m married to only one women right now….. I can barely handle her bitching….. Let alone 69 more of her….. Fuck I would probably commit suicide again….. But if I own them…. I could be like, look number 34, you need to go clean the living room…. Stat….. and she would have to cause I own her…..
R…… really bro…. really
Me…. Yeah… I’m just saying….
R…… your reading way to far into this…..
Me…. Well now you got me thinking man… would God give me a big house, I’m mean cause if I’m still living in a 3 room house with 70 chicks, heavens going to be hell bro…
R…. no man, God wouldn’t screw you like that….
Me…. I don’t know if I like the idea of them ALL being virgins too man… could I like mix it up a bit… you know some veterans, some rookies, some young, some old, and nationalities bro…. would they all be Arab…. Or could I like have 70 different nationalities….
R......................
Me….. don’t look at me like that man….. Its important…. I don’t want to have to train 70 rookies and have to put up with the “ you want me to do what’s” and the “ I don’t know how do that’s”…… it would be nice to have a few vets who could do the training for me…. Plus when I’m in the mood for experience, Id have it bro….
R…. you’re a fucking retard….
Me………… …………..
R…. bro, your doing this for God not yourself…..
Me….. Then why is there a fucking reward…. Why don’t you do it…..
R…. cause I’m the fucking recruiter bro… if we all were recruiters then there would be no recruits……
Me….. (I say nothing but think to myself) that’s sound logic….
R…… hey man, it’s a way of proving your faith…..
Me…. Well I can still make it to heaven without blowing myself up man….. And to be honest with you, I’m not that gung-ho about the lack of answers on the virgins thing…. If that’s my reward, you’d think there would be answers to some of these questions….
R……. maybe I was wrong…. Maybe you wouldn’t make a good martyr….
Me…. Well maybe fucking not….
It would go something like that I think….. Then I start thinking…. They couldn’t just become recruiters… there would have to be some kind of training or cheat sheet that they get…. Much like telemarketers…. When I was 15 I was a telemarketer and it was a blast…. Most people hated that job, but I loved it…. They gave us a cheat sheet that had “good” rebuttals to anticipated questions and concerns….. There were like 25 different rebuttals….. You would just read it right off the sheet…. Most telemarketers hated getting yelled at over the phone…. Or when someone would try to make them feel like shit for calling during certain hours, they would cry (girls)…… I fucking loved those calls….. I would have fun with it…. Why do I care if some fag yelled at me for calling him…. Id try to keep them on the line as long as I could…. I wouldn’t even try to sell them at that point….. Id just try to make them angrier without getting myself in trouble…… there has to be a suicide bomber recruiting cheat sheet…. I wonder if they have suicide bomber recruiter seminars…. Train the trainer kind of thing….
This is akmed shiek ballsonchin…… he has successfully recruited 54 suicide bombers…. He’s going to talk to you for a few about what it takes to be a real suicide bomber recruiter…..
Lol….. I know there’s a lot of other ways to get people to blow them selves up….. I know they kidnap family members and threaten to kill them if you don’t do it and they prey on the ones who have recently suffered severe emotional events…. But those are lame…. That’s to easy….
I also think that our government could be missing out on a massively untapped resource…. I say offer these recruiters (the good ones) complete immunity and have them work for us…. Like I said before, if you can sell blowing your self up…. You can sell anything….. I say hire these guys to be recruiters for the army… nobody likes that job anyways…. The numbers would probably go up and it would increase our readiness….. I’m just saying…..
So, how does this shit work…. How would one get into this line of work…. If your good at it, it seems like it would be very rewarding and fulfilling… seriously, talking someone into blowing themselves up is the ultimate sell…. If you can sell that, you can sell anything… in a world where education isn’t put at the top of the priority list, I’m forced to assume that there is a natural ability factor that plays into it…. But how does it start…. How does any of it start… ive played the initial recruiting conversation in my head a few times and it always plays out with me saying no…. maybe I just suck at suicide recruiting…. Here’s how I see it in my head….
Me and a buddy are outside somewhere by ourselves smoking stogies and talking about whales or something…. Its always outside in my head for some reason… just go with it…
Recruiter… hey buddy I want to talk to you about something, how you been?
Me….. It’s another day bro, just living life…. What’s up?
R…. I’ve been thinking…. You know you would make a great martyr….. I think you have what it takes….
Me…. Oh yeah, thanks bro… what is that, like a ship boat captain or something….
R…… no man…. Its doing gods work…. Bro you rid the holy land of the infidels….
Me…. You mean like a soldier?
R…. yeah man… a soldier of God….
Me…. Sounds pretty cool bro…. but I have a job….
R……. no man…. Your not getting it…. You kill yourself in Gods name but you take the infidels with you for God….. And then your rewarded by him in heaven….. Its in the good book man… its legit…
Me….. Ummm…. Why wouldn’t God just do it himself man…. couldn’t he like make a massive flood or something and kill the infidels….
R…… No man, a flood would also kill non infidels and damage trees and shit… God loves trees bro….
Me…. Oh… yeah your right I didn’t think of that…. Well what about a massive thunder storm…. It could last for weeks and he could only target infidels…
R…. no man God already thought of all this…. He wouldn’t do that because he would inconveniences a lot of others…. Listen, after you do this you will go to heaven and God will reward you with 70 virgins….
Me….. Really?
R….. yeah bro………. Really.
Me….. What would I do with 70 virgins……
R…… what every you want bro….. they would be yours…..
Me…. So, would I own them all, or would I just be married to them all…..
R….. I don’t know man…. It doesn’t specify……
Me…. Well that’s kinda important bro….. I mean, I’m married to only one women right now….. I can barely handle her bitching….. Let alone 69 more of her….. Fuck I would probably commit suicide again….. But if I own them…. I could be like, look number 34, you need to go clean the living room…. Stat….. and she would have to cause I own her…..
R…… really bro…. really
Me…. Yeah… I’m just saying….
R…… your reading way to far into this…..
Me…. Well now you got me thinking man… would God give me a big house, I’m mean cause if I’m still living in a 3 room house with 70 chicks, heavens going to be hell bro…
R…. no man, God wouldn’t screw you like that….
Me…. I don’t know if I like the idea of them ALL being virgins too man… could I like mix it up a bit… you know some veterans, some rookies, some young, some old, and nationalities bro…. would they all be Arab…. Or could I like have 70 different nationalities….
R......................
Me….. don’t look at me like that man….. Its important…. I don’t want to have to train 70 rookies and have to put up with the “ you want me to do what’s” and the “ I don’t know how do that’s”…… it would be nice to have a few vets who could do the training for me…. Plus when I’m in the mood for experience, Id have it bro….
R…. you’re a fucking retard….
Me………… …………..
R…. bro, your doing this for God not yourself…..
Me….. Then why is there a fucking reward…. Why don’t you do it…..
R…. cause I’m the fucking recruiter bro… if we all were recruiters then there would be no recruits……
Me….. (I say nothing but think to myself) that’s sound logic….
R…… hey man, it’s a way of proving your faith…..
Me…. Well I can still make it to heaven without blowing myself up man….. And to be honest with you, I’m not that gung-ho about the lack of answers on the virgins thing…. If that’s my reward, you’d think there would be answers to some of these questions….
R……. maybe I was wrong…. Maybe you wouldn’t make a good martyr….
Me…. Well maybe fucking not….
It would go something like that I think….. Then I start thinking…. They couldn’t just become recruiters… there would have to be some kind of training or cheat sheet that they get…. Much like telemarketers…. When I was 15 I was a telemarketer and it was a blast…. Most people hated that job, but I loved it…. They gave us a cheat sheet that had “good” rebuttals to anticipated questions and concerns….. There were like 25 different rebuttals….. You would just read it right off the sheet…. Most telemarketers hated getting yelled at over the phone…. Or when someone would try to make them feel like shit for calling during certain hours, they would cry (girls)…… I fucking loved those calls….. I would have fun with it…. Why do I care if some fag yelled at me for calling him…. Id try to keep them on the line as long as I could…. I wouldn’t even try to sell them at that point….. Id just try to make them angrier without getting myself in trouble…… there has to be a suicide bomber recruiting cheat sheet…. I wonder if they have suicide bomber recruiter seminars…. Train the trainer kind of thing….
This is akmed shiek ballsonchin…… he has successfully recruited 54 suicide bombers…. He’s going to talk to you for a few about what it takes to be a real suicide bomber recruiter…..
Lol….. I know there’s a lot of other ways to get people to blow them selves up….. I know they kidnap family members and threaten to kill them if you don’t do it and they prey on the ones who have recently suffered severe emotional events…. But those are lame…. That’s to easy….
I also think that our government could be missing out on a massively untapped resource…. I say offer these recruiters (the good ones) complete immunity and have them work for us…. Like I said before, if you can sell blowing your self up…. You can sell anything….. I say hire these guys to be recruiters for the army… nobody likes that job anyways…. The numbers would probably go up and it would increase our readiness….. I’m just saying…..
Monday, June 1, 2009
DRAWING A BLANK ON THE TITLE
alright.... I haven’t posted in a while... i don’t count the pic post, those were just fillers.... i know what the problem is.... i usually write my post in my head days before i actually put them in type..... 99% of the time, what every is occupying my mind is what i try to write about... the problem is that so much has happened in the last few weeks that i cant complete a thought or idea in my head before something else happens and forces me into something else.... does that make sense, i don’t know.. it does to me... so what im left with is fragments of ideas and thoughts that are never fully conceptualized.... for the last two weeks i have been trying to write one long post that encapsulated everything.... i couldn’t get it to flow... i couldn’t get the sequence of events right, and i never really finished them in my head beforehand.... i could write the beginnings of most of them but i would get stuck somewhere in the middle... so fuck it...
bottom line.... my squad moved to a new temporary home.... a sequence of unfortunate events compiled with an already bad inherited relationship with the boss of our new home left us catching the short end of the shit stick at every turn.... everyday something new is being thrown on the shit pile and we just cant seem to burn the shit fast enough metaphorically speaking.... the situation is very fluid.... in a week im sure our situation with be much different because if i go back the last 3 weeks each one is filled with numerous twist and turns.... its just one big rollercoaster ride.... i guess all deployments are though....
i also get frustrated when what im thinking about is something i cant write about.... fuck.... there is so much i just want to let out but i cant.... two many eyes see this and i cant have certain things fall in the certain hands... incriminating myself or others isn’t productive in any facet.... but truth be told, there is a lot of stuff i want to talk about.... i fell like im talking to a buddy when im writing... i don’t see any of you who read this when im writing.... if i did i probably wouldn’t tell you anything.... its weird because im not the type to talk about things with people... im a pretty guarded person across the board, but here its like thinking out load kinda....
sitting here tonight, looking back at the past 7-8 months.... man this shit flying.... time is like smoke and mirrors man.... just yesterday i was hating life in Kuwait... now im staring down the finish line.... i feel bipolar sometimes.... or maybe not bipolar, maybe its like i have multiple personalities.... my mood, emotions, and believes seem to change on a whim.... that’s not something im use to... i get bogged down with the stress sometimes and i bitch about this and that some days... then others... i feel like i joined the army to come here.... im getting the extra money and all my needs are being met... so maybe i shouldn’t complain about the stress... i wanted this and now its here so i shouldn’t bitch....
sometimes i think of just starting this blog thing over..... new blog... new name... no pictures.... no identifying info.... that way i may be able to write with a little more freedom.... no link on my wife’s page, just a clean slate... start over and don’t tell a soul..... i haven’t decided yet.... but if you don’t see me on here for a while that maybe the case.... i don’t like feeling paranoid... i don’t like feeling like my chain of command reads my blog.... i don’t like feeling like people are waiting for a slip up.... reading this just waiting for me to write something they can use against me... everyday i find out that someone i work with knows about my blog, and has been on my page.... my squad leader has known for a month or two now and didn’t say a word to me about it until a few days ago.... and he said a lot of others know about it too.... i don’t like that at all....
maybe i will finish out the deployment then switch... i don’t know...
sorry it took so long for me to post.... ill try harder in the future but promise nothing.... till next time NUGHT OUT.....
bottom line.... my squad moved to a new temporary home.... a sequence of unfortunate events compiled with an already bad inherited relationship with the boss of our new home left us catching the short end of the shit stick at every turn.... everyday something new is being thrown on the shit pile and we just cant seem to burn the shit fast enough metaphorically speaking.... the situation is very fluid.... in a week im sure our situation with be much different because if i go back the last 3 weeks each one is filled with numerous twist and turns.... its just one big rollercoaster ride.... i guess all deployments are though....
i also get frustrated when what im thinking about is something i cant write about.... fuck.... there is so much i just want to let out but i cant.... two many eyes see this and i cant have certain things fall in the certain hands... incriminating myself or others isn’t productive in any facet.... but truth be told, there is a lot of stuff i want to talk about.... i fell like im talking to a buddy when im writing... i don’t see any of you who read this when im writing.... if i did i probably wouldn’t tell you anything.... its weird because im not the type to talk about things with people... im a pretty guarded person across the board, but here its like thinking out load kinda....
sitting here tonight, looking back at the past 7-8 months.... man this shit flying.... time is like smoke and mirrors man.... just yesterday i was hating life in Kuwait... now im staring down the finish line.... i feel bipolar sometimes.... or maybe not bipolar, maybe its like i have multiple personalities.... my mood, emotions, and believes seem to change on a whim.... that’s not something im use to... i get bogged down with the stress sometimes and i bitch about this and that some days... then others... i feel like i joined the army to come here.... im getting the extra money and all my needs are being met... so maybe i shouldn’t complain about the stress... i wanted this and now its here so i shouldn’t bitch....
sometimes i think of just starting this blog thing over..... new blog... new name... no pictures.... no identifying info.... that way i may be able to write with a little more freedom.... no link on my wife’s page, just a clean slate... start over and don’t tell a soul..... i haven’t decided yet.... but if you don’t see me on here for a while that maybe the case.... i don’t like feeling paranoid... i don’t like feeling like my chain of command reads my blog.... i don’t like feeling like people are waiting for a slip up.... reading this just waiting for me to write something they can use against me... everyday i find out that someone i work with knows about my blog, and has been on my page.... my squad leader has known for a month or two now and didn’t say a word to me about it until a few days ago.... and he said a lot of others know about it too.... i don’t like that at all....
maybe i will finish out the deployment then switch... i don’t know...
sorry it took so long for me to post.... ill try harder in the future but promise nothing.... till next time NUGHT OUT.....
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