The "I'm Still Alive" Update
[This was written last night but the server crashed on me, so here it is now]
To answer any questions:
Q: Where are you?
A: Still deployed in the Arabian Gulf. Mission: UNCLASS//FOUO//NOFORN.
Q: How much longer until you come home?
A: See you next year, shortly after my birthday.
Q: How are you (Are you healthy)?
A: Well, for the past four days, there was fuel in the water. Since I drink so much water, this caused me to fire my dinner out of my ass at mach 4, followed by stomach cramps that made me want to knife out my innards. This also was accompanied by a headache so intense that my entire face and brain throbbed in rhythm with my heart. Of course, living up to my nick namesake of Heroin Bob, I refused to go and get any medication to cure this. So I have been pissing out of my bum and pretty under the weather for about a week now. Aside from my craping out any trace of ANYTHING inside my body*, and a black eye sustained during the last rugby match, I have been extremely good.
Q: How are you doing (Are you happy)?
A: I'm doing "okay." I'm dissatisfied with the current working conditions (but agree that they are so much better right now so I'm good), having irregular sleeping patterns, and learning to vent out more (which means that I'm feeling less stressed). I'd have to say that I'm happiER than I was a few months ago. All in all, I'm good.
Q: Anything new and exciting?
A: Well If you missed the email, I reenlisted. Still playing rugby which is just getting better in every port, and visiting lots of beautiful countries.
Q: What's next?
A: Not sure. Tomorrow I have an appointment to check out orders.
Q: How is the Middle East?
A: See previous question.
A few things...
So one night, I am on base and this older guy says "Hey let's go find this bar." So I felt I owed him a favor and no one else would go with him and it would be for like an hour anyway. Imagine wandering through the bad parts of the outskirts of a city. The streets are unnervingly empty. I'm in an Arab country where my only experience with people of this race is coldhearted ruthless trained terrorists, so I hate to admit I'm slightly biased and cautious. I'm picturing at any moment some group of Arab men to come running out of the shadows and tie me up and take me away to be the next video on CNN. The guards around a elementary school (wtf?) wont open their doors to talk to us to give us directions, and when we try and hail cabs, they floor the gas and speed away pretending not to see us. So needless to say I'm pretty uneasy. Then I get this overwhelming sense that everything is going to be okay. I relax; I'm over it. Why do I feel this way at all? I thought I was better than this (letting my predetermined notions dictate my initial impression of people). I felt like a filthy piece of shit...no better than racist.
Speaking of terrorists, another thought that recently occurred to me:
The Joint Task Force motto down in Camp Delta is "Honor Bound, To Defend Freedom." Does the fact that we were "defending freedom" in a facility designed to cage up people regardless of their disposition, strike anyone else as ironic? There we were protecting freedoms, at the expense of liberties. What sick fuck thinks up these things?
This is now…
So I’m sick and fucking tired of being a babysitter to a bunch of fucking high schoolers who never grow up, worry more about who is fucking who rather than mission accomplishment, and probably create more problems then they solve. It’s amazing this ship is still afloat. I want out of here so bad. The chain of command no longer supports some of us, and I’m tired of being the bad guy because someone wants to have lesbian sex onboard or not show up to work on time and have to put them on report, instead of being the bad guy because some guy tried to swing on me forcing me to throw him in cuffs. I don’t get it. I’m tired of being told that I’m going to do something fun or exciting or something other than cut a lock or take a voluntary statement from a dumb shit who can’t hold onto the one piece of military equipment that they should never lose (The military ID), only to be told that we wont have anyone to cut locks or take a voluntary statement from a dumb shits so we can’t go. I’m tired of being the office outcast because I stick to the creed which states “I will perform my duties in a firm, courteous, and impartial manner.” Because I don’t do favors I piss people off which upsets the people in my office who just do the favors for them later anyway. No standards, no morals.
Hello old friend…
Seems like I’m slowly going back to my more open minded slightly more liberal and opinionated mindset. I’m actually feeling a bit like ME. It feels like going back home after a long absence and laying in your old bed. At first it’s a little foreign, but then it feels so familiar and comfortable and wonder why you ever left.
I miss some of you greatly. I miss the conversations, the chats, the phone calls. Some of you I still owe some gifts. In time, my friends. Unfortunately I had to “bargain to get this much out to you people, so once this is posted, I’ll probably be without internet for another few weeks. I think I can be reached again at my email on the ship. Try me there. A virus knocked our servers down and fucked up the email process for a while. If anyone needs anything or wants anything please ask. Until next time…stay safe, and to some of you, stay beautiful <3 <3 <3™
-hugs and snugs-
Ren/Bobby/Juke
*Poop details especially for threat
07DEC05 UPDATE:
Looks Like I have a good choice of orders. If I pull off any of these I will be satisfied:
+JMF STMAWGAN: Joint Maritime Force St Mawgan. Looks like this might be some sort of bodyguard work, Force Protection Assesment, or independant duty. Plus it offers $650 a month on top of my paycheck as incentive. Plus, IT'S IN THE FUCKING UK! :D
+A south america billet which is supposedly alot of counter drug ops. Sounds dangerous, sounds fun. Apparently a coworker knows a guy who just left there but didn't want to leave.
+NICS NAPLES: Yes NCIS like the TV show. I would probably become an episode if it were still syndicated B). Bodyguard work, which would probably lead me to the Middle east :D
+NCIS BAHRAIN: Not the bodyguard duty, but probably survailence and counter servalience and intel and shit. Could lead to the oh so coveted Threat Mitigation Unit I want to join up with so badly.
+Mobile Security Detachment BAHRAIN: If all else fails, this is better than going back to Cuba.
Decisions, Decisions...
BTW Found out that I guess we do have some sort of establishment set up in about 5 different cities in CANADA! too bad I never see those orders or I would be throwing things at Theodore's house every night.
To answer any questions:
Q: Where are you?
A: Still deployed in the Arabian Gulf. Mission: UNCLASS//FOUO//NOFORN.
Q: How much longer until you come home?
A: See you next year, shortly after my birthday.
Q: How are you (Are you healthy)?
A: Well, for the past four days, there was fuel in the water. Since I drink so much water, this caused me to fire my dinner out of my ass at mach 4, followed by stomach cramps that made me want to knife out my innards. This also was accompanied by a headache so intense that my entire face and brain throbbed in rhythm with my heart. Of course, living up to my nick namesake of Heroin Bob, I refused to go and get any medication to cure this. So I have been pissing out of my bum and pretty under the weather for about a week now. Aside from my craping out any trace of ANYTHING inside my body*, and a black eye sustained during the last rugby match, I have been extremely good.
Q: How are you doing (Are you happy)?
A: I'm doing "okay." I'm dissatisfied with the current working conditions (but agree that they are so much better right now so I'm good), having irregular sleeping patterns, and learning to vent out more (which means that I'm feeling less stressed). I'd have to say that I'm happiER than I was a few months ago. All in all, I'm good.
Q: Anything new and exciting?
A: Well If you missed the email, I reenlisted. Still playing rugby which is just getting better in every port, and visiting lots of beautiful countries.
Q: What's next?
A: Not sure. Tomorrow I have an appointment to check out orders.
Q: How is the Middle East?
A: See previous question.
A few things...
So one night, I am on base and this older guy says "Hey let's go find this bar." So I felt I owed him a favor and no one else would go with him and it would be for like an hour anyway. Imagine wandering through the bad parts of the outskirts of a city. The streets are unnervingly empty. I'm in an Arab country where my only experience with people of this race is coldhearted ruthless trained terrorists, so I hate to admit I'm slightly biased and cautious. I'm picturing at any moment some group of Arab men to come running out of the shadows and tie me up and take me away to be the next video on CNN. The guards around a elementary school (wtf?) wont open their doors to talk to us to give us directions, and when we try and hail cabs, they floor the gas and speed away pretending not to see us. So needless to say I'm pretty uneasy. Then I get this overwhelming sense that everything is going to be okay. I relax; I'm over it. Why do I feel this way at all? I thought I was better than this (letting my predetermined notions dictate my initial impression of people). I felt like a filthy piece of shit...no better than racist.
Speaking of terrorists, another thought that recently occurred to me:
The Joint Task Force motto down in Camp Delta is "Honor Bound, To Defend Freedom." Does the fact that we were "defending freedom" in a facility designed to cage up people regardless of their disposition, strike anyone else as ironic? There we were protecting freedoms, at the expense of liberties. What sick fuck thinks up these things?
This is now…
So I’m sick and fucking tired of being a babysitter to a bunch of fucking high schoolers who never grow up, worry more about who is fucking who rather than mission accomplishment, and probably create more problems then they solve. It’s amazing this ship is still afloat. I want out of here so bad. The chain of command no longer supports some of us, and I’m tired of being the bad guy because someone wants to have lesbian sex onboard or not show up to work on time and have to put them on report, instead of being the bad guy because some guy tried to swing on me forcing me to throw him in cuffs. I don’t get it. I’m tired of being told that I’m going to do something fun or exciting or something other than cut a lock or take a voluntary statement from a dumb shit who can’t hold onto the one piece of military equipment that they should never lose (The military ID), only to be told that we wont have anyone to cut locks or take a voluntary statement from a dumb shits so we can’t go. I’m tired of being the office outcast because I stick to the creed which states “I will perform my duties in a firm, courteous, and impartial manner.” Because I don’t do favors I piss people off which upsets the people in my office who just do the favors for them later anyway. No standards, no morals.
Hello old friend…
Seems like I’m slowly going back to my more open minded slightly more liberal and opinionated mindset. I’m actually feeling a bit like ME. It feels like going back home after a long absence and laying in your old bed. At first it’s a little foreign, but then it feels so familiar and comfortable and wonder why you ever left.
I miss some of you greatly. I miss the conversations, the chats, the phone calls. Some of you I still owe some gifts. In time, my friends. Unfortunately I had to “bargain to get this much out to you people, so once this is posted, I’ll probably be without internet for another few weeks. I think I can be reached again at my email on the ship. Try me there. A virus knocked our servers down and fucked up the email process for a while. If anyone needs anything or wants anything please ask. Until next time…stay safe, and to some of you, stay beautiful <3 <3 <3™
-hugs and snugs-
Ren/Bobby/Juke
*Poop details especially for threat
07DEC05 UPDATE:
Looks Like I have a good choice of orders. If I pull off any of these I will be satisfied:
+JMF STMAWGAN: Joint Maritime Force St Mawgan. Looks like this might be some sort of bodyguard work, Force Protection Assesment, or independant duty. Plus it offers $650 a month on top of my paycheck as incentive. Plus, IT'S IN THE FUCKING UK! :D
+A south america billet which is supposedly alot of counter drug ops. Sounds dangerous, sounds fun. Apparently a coworker knows a guy who just left there but didn't want to leave.
+NICS NAPLES: Yes NCIS like the TV show. I would probably become an episode if it were still syndicated B). Bodyguard work, which would probably lead me to the Middle east :D
+NCIS BAHRAIN: Not the bodyguard duty, but probably survailence and counter servalience and intel and shit. Could lead to the oh so coveted Threat Mitigation Unit I want to join up with so badly.
+Mobile Security Detachment BAHRAIN: If all else fails, this is better than going back to Cuba.
Decisions, Decisions...
BTW Found out that I guess we do have some sort of establishment set up in about 5 different cities in CANADA! too bad I never see those orders or I would be throwing things at Theodore's house every night.