First Entry
I have been running around the net reading any journal I can get my hands on - some are interesting some are not. I figure that no matter which this turns out to be I will at least be able to get somethings off of my chest. This could be someone to talk to that can't hold what I say over me. With that said you might think I had some super big problems or great kinky secrets (and not that I don't), but right now all I have is this:
I am stationed in Baghdad with a little under 90 days to go before I return home (unless we are extended). Someone had the great idea to do a health and welfare check on our rooms and unfortunately I had been brewing beer in my room which is a no, no here. Worse yet it wasn't even finished brewing - so what they had is water and hops that smelled like beer. This wasn't like I was running around drunk or giving beer to minors or drinking on the job (which is spent in front of a computer all day - not on the front line where you have to be focused). I was sent here to give a people the right to have rights all the while losing all of mine. I have to show ID to get to work, to eat lunch, to visit the gym - I am told when to show up to work what days I get off (one in three months) I am tied to a cell phone. OK - this may sound like a normal job to some and maybe this is army life, but I am with the national guard and this is my first experience with the military. My civilian job is the hours I pick and am in charge of - this all was a huge surprise to me. Little by little it played on my mind - at first I did little things that went against authority (didn't carry my weapon or showing a library card to get into the chow hall), but as things went along I became more disenchanted with life here and the beer was like pissing into their wheaties. It was a freedom that I had.
I'm checking on what rights I have. They (there always is a "they") have asked the company commander of the searching unit, my commander, thier higher headquarters, and my higher headquarters to all give a statement on what they should do with me.
I sit and wait.
I am stationed in Baghdad with a little under 90 days to go before I return home (unless we are extended). Someone had the great idea to do a health and welfare check on our rooms and unfortunately I had been brewing beer in my room which is a no, no here. Worse yet it wasn't even finished brewing - so what they had is water and hops that smelled like beer. This wasn't like I was running around drunk or giving beer to minors or drinking on the job (which is spent in front of a computer all day - not on the front line where you have to be focused). I was sent here to give a people the right to have rights all the while losing all of mine. I have to show ID to get to work, to eat lunch, to visit the gym - I am told when to show up to work what days I get off (one in three months) I am tied to a cell phone. OK - this may sound like a normal job to some and maybe this is army life, but I am with the national guard and this is my first experience with the military. My civilian job is the hours I pick and am in charge of - this all was a huge surprise to me. Little by little it played on my mind - at first I did little things that went against authority (didn't carry my weapon or showing a library card to get into the chow hall), but as things went along I became more disenchanted with life here and the beer was like pissing into their wheaties. It was a freedom that I had.
I'm checking on what rights I have. They (there always is a "they") have asked the company commander of the searching unit, my commander, thier higher headquarters, and my higher headquarters to all give a statement on what they should do with me.
I sit and wait.