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so yesterday started like any other day.... i woke up, put on the same damn uniform and headed out the door. i got on my hummer and on my way out the gate said the same prayer that i always say, asking god to take care of me and bring me home safe and sound, alive and well, just as i last left my wonderful fiance'. i locked and loaded my m16 and grenade launcher and my mindset changed from praying to be safe, to doing anything that i needed to come home to whats waiting for me and living the rest of my life. bombs went off like any other day, and many shots were fired, and when the smoke cleared and all was done, i kissed my watch and smiled to myself for another successful day had passed. i rolled back in the gate, unloaded my m16 and took off my body armor. after locking up the hummer i went upstairs to what has become my all too familiar routine where i fall asleep to music or a movie. a day in the life of me could go smooth as silk, or it could be a day like yesterday, and in all honesty yesterday wasn't too shabby. which makes me now sit back and think about how lucky i am. i'm lucky to be alive, and lucky to have my sanity. you may ask yourself how i do it, day after day of the same stuff or worse. if you find yourself asking that question then there is only one answer i can really reply with, and that is as follows: i have the best fiance' in the entire world, and i'm going home to her at the end of this all.
if you are from iraq then take no offense to this, if you live in iraq, FUCK YOU!!!
if you are from iraq then take no offense to this, if you live in iraq, FUCK YOU!!!