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oh livejournal... how i hate you.
i know my fanbase is ever growing... so i've decided to commit an act of blashempy and post in my lj.
today is valentines day. yay, i didn't even mention it on the phone with dawn until denise reminded me. oops.
oh well. vday is bullshit. on this valentines day, i:
0530 -- was dressed, had my shit out in the hallway, and got assigned the hooligan to carry(yay.). the holigan is a 25 pound giant crowbar/prybar/hook to beat hodgies, i mean... breach doorways with.
0600 -- drew weapons, which can drive anybody insane. standing there in a giant gagglefuck of confusion try to get your weapons out of the arm room as fast as possible is always gay.
0700 -- was on our way out. stepped off for the first six or so miles with a 50 pound rucksack, a 25 pound iron bar making that rucksack lobsidded, and a weapon that wasn't even mine (had the 203 today)
0830 -- arrived at our objective, which was a rather large, but very cool mock city. this urban enviornment training area is the pride and joy of fort lewis, which is funneled quite a few million dollars into.
0900 -- got our op orders and assaulted the city. cleared mutiple buildings. third platoon acted as opfor; i almost fucked some poor new guy in 3rd plt up clearing a room, my barrel was stuffed pretty far in his face
1530 -- after three run throughs, our first sgt deems us rather proficant at MOUT (military operations in urban terrain)and says we can prepare to head back
1600 -- after a half hour of bullshiting and whining, it's step off. it's five miles back, as we cut across a big ass open field in a staggered formation to cut the walking distance off a bit. oh yeah, i still have the hooligan. yay.
1730(approx, i was too tired to give a shit and check) -- arrival at B CO. home sweet home. stretched, returned out weapons to the arms room, dealt with the daily squad BS(yay turd squad), and basically wanted to kill myself.
1800 -- off for the day
1830 -- my fatass got mcdonalds and took like an hour shower.
yay for valentines day. my valentine? 3,000 miles away.
fuck you, livejournal. i still hate you.
i know my fanbase is ever growing... so i've decided to commit an act of blashempy and post in my lj.
today is valentines day. yay, i didn't even mention it on the phone with dawn until denise reminded me. oops.
oh well. vday is bullshit. on this valentines day, i:
0530 -- was dressed, had my shit out in the hallway, and got assigned the hooligan to carry(yay.). the holigan is a 25 pound giant crowbar/prybar/hook to beat hodgies, i mean... breach doorways with.
0600 -- drew weapons, which can drive anybody insane. standing there in a giant gagglefuck of confusion try to get your weapons out of the arm room as fast as possible is always gay.
0700 -- was on our way out. stepped off for the first six or so miles with a 50 pound rucksack, a 25 pound iron bar making that rucksack lobsidded, and a weapon that wasn't even mine (had the 203 today)
0830 -- arrived at our objective, which was a rather large, but very cool mock city. this urban enviornment training area is the pride and joy of fort lewis, which is funneled quite a few million dollars into.
0900 -- got our op orders and assaulted the city. cleared mutiple buildings. third platoon acted as opfor; i almost fucked some poor new guy in 3rd plt up clearing a room, my barrel was stuffed pretty far in his face
1530 -- after three run throughs, our first sgt deems us rather proficant at MOUT (military operations in urban terrain)and says we can prepare to head back
1600 -- after a half hour of bullshiting and whining, it's step off. it's five miles back, as we cut across a big ass open field in a staggered formation to cut the walking distance off a bit. oh yeah, i still have the hooligan. yay.
1730(approx, i was too tired to give a shit and check) -- arrival at B CO. home sweet home. stretched, returned out weapons to the arms room, dealt with the daily squad BS(yay turd squad), and basically wanted to kill myself.
1800 -- off for the day
1830 -- my fatass got mcdonalds and took like an hour shower.
yay for valentines day. my valentine? 3,000 miles away.
fuck you, livejournal. i still hate you.