Jan 30, 2008 00:55
I was looking through my MySpace pictures. Yeah, MySpace not Facebook. I guess I really am drunk. Anyway there were pictures I had uploaded of when we were in Iraq. I also saw the pictures of the platoon from before the platoon I had deployed with Iraq. The picture with us on the humvee that was stuck in the mud, just brought so much happiness to me. Bowman, Thomas, Ruffalo, Taylor, Phillips, even Schultz's douche ass brought a smile to my face. And then I saw the Iraq pictures. Iraq was like a dream to me the moment I stepped off the bus and back onto American soil. I realized, that I miss those days in Iraq. You never seem to notice what you have until you lose it. Ruffalo came over yesterday and had lunch with me. He's getting out of the Marine Corps soon. This may be the last time I see him, but hopefully I keep my word and do go up to Wisconsin someday. I already miss Taylor, even though he lives in the same building as me. But it's just not the same. I miss seeing him everyday and talking shit about each other's mothers. I miss Thompson's drunk ass, and him wanting to beat any mother fucker's ass he saw. I miss talking shit to Stephens and blaming him for ruining my Marine Corps. But at least he is out of the sniper platoon, and I can at least rest with ease knowing the sniper community does not have to be associated with him. And Schultz, well he can still kiss my ass, that fucking cunt rag.
In other news, I have been a little gentler on the XBOX controllers. When I get angry, I quit the game and play Pac-man. For some reason that calms me down a little bit.