I copied this off another forum that I frequent. Interesting shit.
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Vacation in Kuwait is like...I don't know, taking spring break in Jeuno, AK. It's nice to lay down and sleep for 6 hours, but you're still about as far away from where you want to be as possible.
I was able to spend about 40 minutes on the phone with my family earlier, my father tells me that everything is going great at home. He gave me the election results, which I'd heard but refused to believe. I guess the "homeland" really is as dim-witted as the rest of the world thinks. Supposedly there's some big recall fiasco in Washington state, which is great for reasons that I can't really even figure out. I just think it's great.
Media here is like fucking cocaine. There is just no way of knowing anything unless someone gets lucky enough to be allowed a phone call or a letter. We didn't know who'd won the presidency until almost Thanksgiving. We used to get, ugh, the fucking Sean Hannity and Rush Limbaugh shows in October but then we went into the field on like, the 15th or something and didn't hear shit until we came home to Commando.
According to my father Falluja (however the fuck you spell that dump) was a big deal on the news and everyone was pretty freaked out about it. I don't think I'm allowed to say much, but there wasn't any turkey or stuffing there.
It sucks, I really want to like, write a decent account of what's been happening but I'm not sure I'm really allowed. I don't know the rules specifically about keeping a journal or whatever.
I guess I can just stick to internal things that aren't location or action specific. I just don't want to break any rules or get fucked up.
This place fucking blows, I think I'm allowed that much at least. The people for the most part stare at you like they'd love to be eating your flesh and making blankets out of your cammies. Fucking kids walk around with guns that seem bigger than my M16 b/c the people holding them are so fucking tiny. The adults are just...I don't know, not scary, but your head is always screaming alarm bells saying "That motherfucker is going to shoot at me". The women are no different, especially if there are kids around. Everyone just really seems to hate us here. I've yet to see anyone happy to see us, and I can't really blame them. We come in, we circle the city, we blow it to shit, then go house to house getting anyone the artillery and grenades might have missed. It feels like a really good intentioned WTC that happens every day.
I feel bad alot of the time but really I just gotta do my job. Feeling is sort of useless when it's not going to get me out of here or make these people feel any better. I just hope we take care of this all and ten years from now they can look back and realize that whatever our reasoning, we were honestly trying to do some fucking good for this backward ass fucked up shithole.
I thank god I got my Stumpy with me. This boy's been with me since MCRD where we became real brothers putting up with that shit. He saves us all from eating a round, I swear to god. When Gavriel got shot, it wasn't two hours before he had us laughing again "because really, he wasn't any good looking to begin with". I don't know how he keeps this kind of bizarre motivation, but he does, and I and many others would be nothing without him. I swear to God is something happens to him I'll go truly insane.
I think my generation was never meant to be in this shit. There's too much desire to run out there spraying and hit restart if something goes wrong. I'm fucked up from Solid Snake and GTA I think. Maybe that ugly cunt Tipper Gore was right.
I guess I should go, it took me almost an hour to write this which seems very weird. Normally I spit thoughts quick quick, maybe I'm just out of practice of writing anything.
Stf Sgt says I'm going to get a chance to send emails tomorrow maybe, so I'll type this shit up and see if the firewall will let me post or email or something.
To whomever reads this, much much love and all that piss. If you're religious or whatever keep the prayers coming, this place is fucking crazy.
Hope yall had a happy thanksgiving. I know I did, Turkey MRE's = well, they taste as bad as all the others, so whatever.
Peace bitches.
-L Cpl Joshua Cross 041130
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Vacation in Kuwait is like...I don't know, taking spring break in Jeuno, AK. It's nice to lay down and sleep for 6 hours, but you're still about as far away from where you want to be as possible.
I was able to spend about 40 minutes on the phone with my family earlier, my father tells me that everything is going great at home. He gave me the election results, which I'd heard but refused to believe. I guess the "homeland" really is as dim-witted as the rest of the world thinks. Supposedly there's some big recall fiasco in Washington state, which is great for reasons that I can't really even figure out. I just think it's great.
Media here is like fucking cocaine. There is just no way of knowing anything unless someone gets lucky enough to be allowed a phone call or a letter. We didn't know who'd won the presidency until almost Thanksgiving. We used to get, ugh, the fucking Sean Hannity and Rush Limbaugh shows in October but then we went into the field on like, the 15th or something and didn't hear shit until we came home to Commando.
According to my father Falluja (however the fuck you spell that dump) was a big deal on the news and everyone was pretty freaked out about it. I don't think I'm allowed to say much, but there wasn't any turkey or stuffing there.
It sucks, I really want to like, write a decent account of what's been happening but I'm not sure I'm really allowed. I don't know the rules specifically about keeping a journal or whatever.
I guess I can just stick to internal things that aren't location or action specific. I just don't want to break any rules or get fucked up.
This place fucking blows, I think I'm allowed that much at least. The people for the most part stare at you like they'd love to be eating your flesh and making blankets out of your cammies. Fucking kids walk around with guns that seem bigger than my M16 b/c the people holding them are so fucking tiny. The adults are just...I don't know, not scary, but your head is always screaming alarm bells saying "That motherfucker is going to shoot at me". The women are no different, especially if there are kids around. Everyone just really seems to hate us here. I've yet to see anyone happy to see us, and I can't really blame them. We come in, we circle the city, we blow it to shit, then go house to house getting anyone the artillery and grenades might have missed. It feels like a really good intentioned WTC that happens every day.
I feel bad alot of the time but really I just gotta do my job. Feeling is sort of useless when it's not going to get me out of here or make these people feel any better. I just hope we take care of this all and ten years from now they can look back and realize that whatever our reasoning, we were honestly trying to do some fucking good for this backward ass fucked up shithole.
I thank god I got my Stumpy with me. This boy's been with me since MCRD where we became real brothers putting up with that shit. He saves us all from eating a round, I swear to god. When Gavriel got shot, it wasn't two hours before he had us laughing again "because really, he wasn't any good looking to begin with". I don't know how he keeps this kind of bizarre motivation, but he does, and I and many others would be nothing without him. I swear to God is something happens to him I'll go truly insane.
I think my generation was never meant to be in this shit. There's too much desire to run out there spraying and hit restart if something goes wrong. I'm fucked up from Solid Snake and GTA I think. Maybe that ugly cunt Tipper Gore was right.
I guess I should go, it took me almost an hour to write this which seems very weird. Normally I spit thoughts quick quick, maybe I'm just out of practice of writing anything.
Stf Sgt says I'm going to get a chance to send emails tomorrow maybe, so I'll type this shit up and see if the firewall will let me post or email or something.
To whomever reads this, much much love and all that piss. If you're religious or whatever keep the prayers coming, this place is fucking crazy.
Hope yall had a happy thanksgiving. I know I did, Turkey MRE's = well, they taste as bad as all the others, so whatever.
Peace bitches.
-L Cpl Joshua Cross 041130