I Can't Fucking Believe It.....
Hey everybody, greetings from Iraq (Though you won't be getting them much longer). I was supposed to leave this shithole on Thursday or sometime around there. I was supposed to be going to sleep in my own bed by Friday night. But when I woke up this afternoon all that changed. I was woken up by my platoon sergeant around 1pm and asked why I wasn't packing. I asked him why the fuck I was going to pack when we didn't leave for another 4 days. Then he countered with, "Because your leaving tomorrow". I sat there, stared at him like there was a cock coming out of his head, and then started cleaning my weapon like there was no tomorrow.... well, now that I look at it, there is no tomorrow. I will be "asleep" in MY bed tomorrow night.
Once I started cleaning my weapon though, alot of shit hit me. I wasn't scared when I got here. I only got shook in Fallujah. We fought here for three days before sleeping for two hours and then going to fight in Najaf. We worked our asses off all through summer, all while being shot at with AK's and RPG's... and working through the IED's. Things started getting crazy here in October because the elections were coming up and we fought here for almost 48 straight hours (though they did let us come back to camp for a 4 hour breather) and then left for Fallujah a day and a half later. There we fought for almost two weeks straight. We rewrote books in those two weeks and not to be modest but we will probably go down in history books. I did something my children will one day read about. And not only did we do something that left a mark in history, but we did it better than any military ever did it. For the month of November we were seriously the best task force, the best company to ever be in a military in the history of the world. I went through the elections over here and because of our work up here they went off with a minimal amount of problems. I have killed upwards of 60 people. I have seen friends get wounded and worked on them and helped bag up my Company Commander Captain Simms on my birthday. I have gone through the ugliest of ugly that the world has to offer. And none of it really hit me until today. I can't believe that I have lived through this. And the only thing that has happened to me in this year, is my finger is slightly mangled.... from a game of flag football. How fucked up is that.
Guys, I can't tell you what this is like. The only other person that knows is Ryan. We have to hook up so that way we can swap stories. And I secured a picture for you, so that way you can see what 25mm HE will do to someone. God bless and I am glad you made it out of here. See you in March man.
And to everybody else. I am done, Jan 2nd 2006 I am getting out of the Army, and I will be living in Germany. You can find me there. I love you guys and miss you lots. There were alot of long nights on gaurd where thinking of you (Bonnie, Courtney, Christine, Dawn, Tim, Josh, Shaun, Stef and the rest of the MR. Z's all stars, etc....) were the only things that kept me from going crazy. I miss you guys and miss the times we had, but I can't come back to live there. Not to the states... I'm sorry.
Well, this is where I leave. I have to call Adrianna to let her know she has to send her alternate boyfriends packing early.... haha. If any of you guys want to hook up when I get home let me know. Leave me a message on here or call 570-588-7324. That is my mothers number. I will be there from March 8th until the 14th. Talk to you all later. And for the last time.... FUCK IRAQ. Peace
Once I started cleaning my weapon though, alot of shit hit me. I wasn't scared when I got here. I only got shook in Fallujah. We fought here for three days before sleeping for two hours and then going to fight in Najaf. We worked our asses off all through summer, all while being shot at with AK's and RPG's... and working through the IED's. Things started getting crazy here in October because the elections were coming up and we fought here for almost 48 straight hours (though they did let us come back to camp for a 4 hour breather) and then left for Fallujah a day and a half later. There we fought for almost two weeks straight. We rewrote books in those two weeks and not to be modest but we will probably go down in history books. I did something my children will one day read about. And not only did we do something that left a mark in history, but we did it better than any military ever did it. For the month of November we were seriously the best task force, the best company to ever be in a military in the history of the world. I went through the elections over here and because of our work up here they went off with a minimal amount of problems. I have killed upwards of 60 people. I have seen friends get wounded and worked on them and helped bag up my Company Commander Captain Simms on my birthday. I have gone through the ugliest of ugly that the world has to offer. And none of it really hit me until today. I can't believe that I have lived through this. And the only thing that has happened to me in this year, is my finger is slightly mangled.... from a game of flag football. How fucked up is that.
Guys, I can't tell you what this is like. The only other person that knows is Ryan. We have to hook up so that way we can swap stories. And I secured a picture for you, so that way you can see what 25mm HE will do to someone. God bless and I am glad you made it out of here. See you in March man.
And to everybody else. I am done, Jan 2nd 2006 I am getting out of the Army, and I will be living in Germany. You can find me there. I love you guys and miss you lots. There were alot of long nights on gaurd where thinking of you (Bonnie, Courtney, Christine, Dawn, Tim, Josh, Shaun, Stef and the rest of the MR. Z's all stars, etc....) were the only things that kept me from going crazy. I miss you guys and miss the times we had, but I can't come back to live there. Not to the states... I'm sorry.
Well, this is where I leave. I have to call Adrianna to let her know she has to send her alternate boyfriends packing early.... haha. If any of you guys want to hook up when I get home let me know. Leave me a message on here or call 570-588-7324. That is my mothers number. I will be there from March 8th until the 14th. Talk to you all later. And for the last time.... FUCK IRAQ. Peace