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[frankiebones]

Well..yeah. I found out 2 hours before my plane was supposed to leave that I wasn't going to Iraq anymore. They didn't want to send me with a cast on my arm. I went back to my room.. took out my new combat knife and cut that fucking cast off. wrapped my hand and wrist in ace bandage...walked back to battalion, sat in my seat and waited to leave with everyone else. ten minutes before we got on the bus to leave for the airport... Major Hunt comes up to me and goes I thought you werent on this flight anymore soldier. "Sir, I cut my cast off. As far as I knew, that was the only stipulation to me getting on this flight." He goes, well soldier.. now you're not getting on this flight, or any other flight from here on out....You've destroyed military property and if you're lucky you won't get an Article 15. "Sir?" I was pretty confused..but later he told me that he didn't want to be responsible for me if I were to die over there because I couldn't defend myself properly with a cast on. I can see where he's coming from.. but I really wanted to march back into that hangar on April 15th with the rest of my unit. Returning from war.... alive and well.. really, what more can a guy ask for? Other than a cold beer and the girl of his dreams I mean..

PS- my number is 580-284-5787... give me a ring.. I can't keep in touch with all of you as easily as I like.. and when I call.. everybody's always busy and shit.. so call me on YOUR time..when you're free.. I miss you all...so hit me up