Pass The Brass

Well, things here are slowly but surely settling into the stale every day grind that is the MP life. So I have nothing cool or new to report here. I guess I could just use this time as “Dear Diary…” time.

I’ve been thinking alot about this site and how it has come to the steady, sometimes droll being that it is. I think about how much fun it was to be able to just get on here and really open up and write everything that I wanted to write and it was an awesome vent at times, and other times it helped as a source of strength…a place I could go for encouragement, or just to hear the right words to help me get through some problem I may have been facing. I still have those inspirations. They may be a little farther apart than they used to be, but then life’s different here and my mind has shifted interests and other time’s it’s bogged down with worrying about something to do with werk. No fun, I know.

But I miss those “good ole” days where I could post on here what I willed. It’s sad that it has come to this, a suppression of my outlet, my “heart’s desires” for this site have been repressed and with it…the creative spark, the joy that came with…has been diminished to but a dull flame that sits inside…hidden under a bushel.

I mourn the loss of creativity. My spirit abates into the dull void of censorship and conformity to governmental ideals.

OK thats enough of that, back to werk with yooz folks! A lil too much emphasis went into this post here.

Just want to say thanks again to all who read, have read, and continue to do so, despite the lessening of life in this beast. You guys are a part of my life that I have loved having ever since this idea came into fruition back in Korea.

May God flourish your lives and bring peace to you this day.

Yet another scratched jump today. The winds of evilness were the cause for the demise of this mornings Aerial Antics.

Oh and here’s a fun one. I come home today and walk into my bathroom to see that the Hell had used my bathroom while I was out and it had a very evil case dysentery and it played the evil role it does and instead of placing the sacrifice into the Porcelain White Altar, it decided to desecrate the entire room instead. Mind you this is all proverbial metaphors we are speaking of. In lame-mans terms: Some minimum wage contractors came to fix a pipe underneath my toilet and in the process completely disrespected my bathroom and didn’t bother cleaning up one bit. Thanks alot, A-Holes. How dare they desecrate my living quarters as they did and not even have the common decency to clean up their mess. Next time I need something fixed, I’ll just tell those no-good louses to take the day off and I’ll do the job. I’d do a much better job than they ever would/could. Just go check out Room 351 of the building I lived in over in Korea. Nuff said.

Oh and if you want to start some kind of discussion or debate here, we can talk about the moral responsibilities of the contractors who work on the living quarters of those who put their lives on the line for their freedoms. What they did today was show a complete disrespect for my living quarters and they should be fired…or publicly humiliated. That always straightens people out.

K start debating/discussing/belittling me….whatever.

…makes a body feel alone…

Goin’ to see the Command Sergeant Major today…I’m noivous! Ever since…that one incident…I’ve been afeared to encounter such high rank in closed quarters.

Wish me luck!

Oh, I guess I’ll tell you all why at lunch today.

Hey I just stopped over at Pat Dollards site and I apparently missed a super awesome “inter-web firefight”. From the look of things it got pretty heated on some sides. HAHA!! A fun read….

Military Drama Stuff

BTW, pat dollard’s a total bad ass…but I’m wondering if his skillz compare to those of the mighty Sure Fire. I’m not gonna lie…I’m a pretty big deal…I have many Irak war photos and videos of soldiers doing stupid things.

P.S. : and by “stupid things” I mean maturity-wise….not safety-wise. We would never do anything dangerous…I mean, come on…what are we, in the Army or something?!?!

P.P.S. : oh, and Pat Dollard really is a hard ass…I can’t compare my tour to his at all. He was in freakin’ Ramadi! And you gotta check out the vids….the one where they are getting hammered with mortars is some truly scary shit. We got hit with mortars, but they were never as intense as those…with no cover except the cloth tent above you….bump that.

Someone once told me that they will never deploy OC Spray on anyone unless they have absolutely no choice….that they would never wish that upon anyone. I see exactly where they’re comin’ from.

Oh yah…it hurts…bad. I was actually the third worst reaction out of the group. I still managed to go through the course without screwin’ up, but there were pauses in there where I had to stop and force myself to breathe cuz for some reason my lungs didn’t wanna work anymore. It was even worse over in the decontamination area. Overall a very traumatic experience, hahaha!

Good news is I got pinned for my Combat Action Badge today for getting “blowed up” back in Irak. Jolly good.

Bad news(sorta) is that on Monday….I’m gonna get hit in the face with a can o’ mace. I know…it’s gonna be sweet. I’ll be sure to post pictures of me in the fetal position crying my eyes out.

Woke up this morning to see a nice light coat of snow outside. This will be the first time it’s snowed since I’ve been here at Bragg. I’m gonna go to make snow angels…cuz that’s what Army guys do.