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i had a dream last night that i was on patrol in iraq and i was going down a flight a stairs in a building faster than one should with an m16. i jumped like ten steps from the bottom and an iraqi with an AK turns around at the bottom and looks right up at me. i didnt shoot but i put the toe of my boot in the corner of his neck and shoulder and it went right in and my foot ended up in his rib cage. we both fell down and then i pulled my boot out of him and and his chest was all deformed from my leg penetrating his body. i got really paranoid in my dream and i remember his dead body being really heavy. i got up and went outside and opened up on like five other guys on burst and then ran of ammo and slung my rifle over my should and pulled out grenade, thumbed the safety clip and popped the pin. then i ran right at a raghead and hit him in the face with it and then dropped it on his body and kept running.
ive worked 174 hours in a row now and ive got two more days before i can go home. i almost forgot what my bed feels like. i miss galina and i miss my dog and i have so much shit i have to do when i do get a day off that it wont really be a day off. i want to get that tattoo of the rat and flowers on my forearm and maybe "DONT GAMBOL WITH DEVIL IN YOUR HEAD" on the other. i want to get a new camera too but i wont cause i really dont need one. i need sleep. i need food. im spend one whole fucking life on duty.
i also cant really remember five years ago. i was 15. i remember hating MSJ. i remember loving football. i remember being with erin a lot and wishing that i was older so that the things i did in my life could have purpose and meaning or at least be more fun. that being said, there is something so great about being young that it hurts to think about. sometimes i feel like a pickle that wishes he was was still a cucumber and knows that all in all he just looks like a giant phallic green dick. pickles cant ever be cucumbers again but they are just so much tastier. you know?
ive worked 174 hours in a row now and ive got two more days before i can go home. i almost forgot what my bed feels like. i miss galina and i miss my dog and i have so much shit i have to do when i do get a day off that it wont really be a day off. i want to get that tattoo of the rat and flowers on my forearm and maybe "DONT GAMBOL WITH DEVIL IN YOUR HEAD" on the other. i want to get a new camera too but i wont cause i really dont need one. i need sleep. i need food. im spend one whole fucking life on duty.
i also cant really remember five years ago. i was 15. i remember hating MSJ. i remember loving football. i remember being with erin a lot and wishing that i was older so that the things i did in my life could have purpose and meaning or at least be more fun. that being said, there is something so great about being young that it hurts to think about. sometimes i feel like a pickle that wishes he was was still a cucumber and knows that all in all he just looks like a giant phallic green dick. pickles cant ever be cucumbers again but they are just so much tastier. you know?