Saturday, September 27, 2008

Fun times at F.O.B. Patriot :)

Well to describe the last couple days would be much better than reliving them,as I try to be optimistic. I will say time flys when you are keeping busy and we have. The last 72 plus hours have been windy, cold, and wet. It was as if mother nature couldn't quite decide if she wanted to stop raining or not. She would just wait until I thought she was done and I would take off my rain parka and bottoms, then proceed to squat down and piss on me. Oh how I love the out doors. Despite the less than awesome weather conditions we did accomplish some good training and shoot the shit out of some of our weapons, which I spent the better half of today cleaning. It seems for all my efforts that the carbon from my weapons have transferred from said weapons to my hands, which despite my best efforts have not been able to come clean (sad face), if only I was made of iron and steel!

In other observations, I have been out in the field and not secluded by reading and listening to my ipod (again sad face). In doing so I got to spend some quality time with and listen to Private Future Domestic Violator. I have abbreviated him to Pvt.DV. for your reading convenience. So in some of my down time, in the rain, I got to listen to young Pvt.DV tell me how he recently got married to his significant other. Also note worthy, she happens to be younger than him, about 18 or 19 if my memory serves me correctly. Any who, So Pvt.DV tells me, "Fucking women! My old lady keeps pissing me off and I just want to smack her! I told her not to hangout with any guys while I'm gone and I got her mother telling me when she gets home at night so she can't fool me. So I call one of the assholes She was with and tell him if he ever hangs out with her again I'm going kick the shit out of him!" I rationally make a point, that a relationship is about trust and not being insecure. So he needn't worry about her cheating on him and trust her because getting angry like this will only distract him from his mission and drive him mad all year long. I also try to avoid telling him that she will probably be on the wall of shame within month's end but I stay objective when giving advice.

Later that night, in the faint light of days end I see Pvt.DV on the phone. He is yelling and screaming on his cell phone. I ask one of his squad members who he is talking to like that. "Oh, I think he is talking to his old lady" and said Joe carries on with whatever he was doing at the time. Strangely he gets off, shuts the phone and looks up and just smiles like he did something positive. Hmmmmm.......

I remember being younger and a bit insecure and try to understand. In my opinion, not everyone matures as they get older in life and I know I am not naive. I can't help to think to myself that I am still trying to figure out who I am and how someone less rational and mature can commit his or her life to another. Obviously I am assuming that they haven't found their identity too but I think that's rather apparent. I don't know why I am blathering about this but I thought it was interesting all the same. I hope you learn from it and don't beat the crap out of anyone.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

0430 wake ups and going to bed at Oh-dark-thirty

So far everything is going as expected. We already had some privates in our group that got married before they left (bad idea). One of which has had a break down due to the fact that his new wife has already whored it up. Yes, she did the nasty with his one of his friends. Then a couple days later he found out that....."ooops, I did it again". Lessons have been learned, A; once that white dress comes off the innocence fades away. Also, to my surprise only one soldier has broken up with a girlfriend so far, she has had a hard time with him not being around the last 3 weeks. Remind me to have a drink to the Wall of Shame, thank you ladies for your participation.

Mean while.....

We are probably the gayest bunch of guys around the block. Seriously, deployment is going about as well as can be expected and our platoon recently met our P.R.T.(Provincial Reconstruction Team). To give you a little perspective this team is comprised of Air force, Navy, civilians that deal with civil affairs, and us, the muscles. It's a joint operations mission to better the country of Afghanistan. I am enthusiastic about our mission and motivated. Our specific job is to provide security for all the people that we met in our P.R.T. so they can maneuver around the country and do their specific jobs. Well as I was saying.....oh yes, we are pretty shit stupid and gay. So we meet and great and all I can say is that we are the infantry. So the next day the platoon and I doing combatives training and the rest of our PRT is in formation and doing a run. We being the intelligent folks that we start clapping and cheering for them as a way to mock and make fun of them. They all laugh and go by, end of story right?.......No, another ten minutes they come by again and make fun of us. So we, the grunts, go into action. We mobilize! We all leave combatives, form up, and start running behind them and are doing loud cadences behind them, to drown out theirs. So I take it upon myself to sart a new cadence.....Lo and behold I start singing our theme song. Wilson Phillips, "Hold On For One More Day". You know, "Break free of the chains! Blah Blah, blah blah bLah, someones gonna turn around and say goodbye! You got to hold on for one more day!" It goes something to that affect. Long story short, PRT cracks up in laughter, we think we are really clever and they think we are nuts. They probably think we are cute and funny but they don't even realize we are like this all the time.

Later on that day after a late night briefing-

Yet another example:

We are on the bus heading back to the tents. Shakira comes on the bus' radio. You know the one, and we all start singing it. I have to laugh and join in but it still never amazes me how hard core we are and how gay we can act. lol

Also as an update, I am compiling awesome sex stories from around the platoon and will be posting them as I find the time.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Army Times

Well here I am. I'm now about two weeks into the my deployment to Afghanistan and morale is pretty good at the moment. I feel that I am growing as a leader, now that I am in the position where I can grow. I have to say that my focus is great. Once I dealt with the burden of saying goodbye to all my loved ones everything has fell into place. I grow more and more confident as each day passes.

On a lighter note, all of my guys are starting to mesh together. It's funny how we all have some of the most ridiculous sex stories (male bonding) Some of these kids don't even know what I've been through before I met my now significant other or what some of us older guys have been through. Here's a little short one that I found to be hilarious.

Disclaimer: This is not my personal story but someone elses, that is all.

" So I was dating this chick in college and she had a house with three roommates. She was so good at giving head, it was like she invented it or something. We were at here house and all of her roommates where out for the day so we started messing around in the middle of the living room. She got on here knee's and started taking care of me. It was awesome and just as I'm about to blow it, the the front door opens! Her roommate runs back outside and my girl is trying to swallow my load.....bad news....she starts to choke! I thought she was going to die on my sperm! So I take emergency action and start doing the Heimlich maneuver and then I hear a crack.......long story short, she really wasn't choking but I guess it went down the wrong pipe. I had to take her to the hospital because I broke a rib of hers. Needless to say, mine and her days were numbered together after that incident. lol"

This is some of the stupid shit that Army dudes talk about. It is truly amazing.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

1:44AM, Tomale, A tear, & a glass of milk

There he is, driving in his car all by himself watching the days sun set, trying to hold back the overwhelming emotion surging through his body. It’s as if you can’t feel any physical pain because the emotional pain exceeds all. It feels like a giant bolder in his throat as he drives by the rest of the world on the freeway. He’s been preparing for this the whole year and yet saying good bye is the hardest thing to come. In all honesty, he would much rather chose a bullet than watch his mother and father cry as they wish him far well. Or for that matter, see his closest friends draw tears for him as he walks away, with only hopes of seeing them again or their children for the first time. But if that isn’t enough, there is that ever looming feeling that he didn’t kiss that one special girl one last time before he departs. AH!!!!!!!!!!!!! All these things run through his mind before he embarks on a festive occasion, to see the team he loves to watch the most in the world………..watching the Chicago White Sox kicking ass on his last day at home. He thinks about all these things as he drives himself to the game.
How does one express all these things? For so long this young adult has felt these things and whom to tell it to? Watching your family and friends cry and to take on this heart ache is unbearable, let alone, dealing with one’s own fears and inner turmoil.
One more day to go………………

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

One Guy to Another

Disclaimer: This is totally a fictional story………I did acquire some ideas from personal experience and being around. Also, you might not enjoy this unless you truly know the author.

This is a short story of a young adult coming to learn a few lessons in a game called life. His story starts off right after high school and there after going into military service. Paul Kirkpatrick had two goals in his life. One to make a life for him and two, make a life for his love. He was recklessly in love with a high school sweat heart and she felt the same for him.

Throughout his military service he was called into battle. Months after his enlistment he went to another country with young comrades that shared aspirations similar to his and that is were he met a good friend, Pvt. Anthonys. These two became inseparable and eventually they arrived home that's when the three of them became the best of friends together and that is where this little story begins.

About a year to the date, after young Pvt. Kirkpatrick came home, his high school sweet heart and him had a falling out. For whatever reasons of growing apart and having been away for so long they just couldn't live together anymore. They split and Kirkpatrick remained friends with Anthonys and Anthonys remained friends with the girl.

A few years past, then it came to be that Anthonys told Kirkpatrick that he had an affair with the girl and she took his virginity. Anthonys never meant to hurt his friend and Kirkpatrick knew this at heart. He loved his friend just as much as he once loved the girl. So he forgave his friend. To this day his friend always remained truthful to his friend and told him whenever she contacts the other. Anthonys always felt compelled to ask him if he should. Strangely, Kirkpatrick always said, "its fine, she's married to some other guy though I don't know if she will?" To this Anthonys laughed and always did have a way with her. It continues till today and though he never feels malice toward his friend he always feels disrespected to a girl that once professed her love to him. Occasionally he sees his old love in town, with her husband, yet there is no anger in his heart. He feels in the depths of his soul…….pity…… for the man that loves her undyingly, as he watches his good friend do this to a guy he hardly knows. But it is not his place to interfere with someone else's life. Maybe there is a day when her husband asks for what has been stolen from him, that being the truth and maybe adult Kirkpatrick will give him his restitution. When that day passes there might be a sequel.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Too Much Info

1. What was I doing ten years ago?
Let’s see, well that would put me at 13 yrs old and I was probably up to no good with my trio, as I like to call them. Jon, Alberto, and I were always finding new ways to get in trouble and find porn. I was playing basketball and trying to do as little as possible in school without getting in too much trouble.

2. What are 5 things on my to do list for the day?
I. I want to watch some fireworks tonight.
II. I will attempt to convince my friends to go to the baseball game instead of down town to watch fireworks.
III. Have a great time after work tonight and not think about the future.
IV. Workout before my drinking starts.
V. Make out with a new girl tonight. 

3. Snacks I enjoy?
I do love beef jerky, fresh fruit, and those Harvest Chips (cheddar).

4. Things that I would do If I were a billionaire?
I would square away my family and friends so that they could be as care free as me. Secondly, have one hell of a party, like buy a club and have all my friends party there and get a kick ass band. So many things really…….I would just take it one day at a time.

5. Three of my bad habits?
I’m a bit of man whore……yeah.
I can be a little forward with people. 
I am a total push over.

6. Five Places that I have lived?
Midlothian, IL
Ft. Stewart, GA
Baqubah, Iraq
Ft. Bliss, TX
Kabul, Afghanistan (will arriving there soon)

7. Five Jobs that I have had? and the ages I had them...
McDonalds, I was 15 and that lasted about 3 months.
K-Mart, I was 16
Army, I enlisted when I was 17 and am still going strong.
Infotrack, I did criminal background checks, 20-22
Vanella, Criminal backgrounds but for more money 23-to present.

8. How did you name your blog?
Well it was nickname (Butters) when I was 18 in Iraq and these are my stories that never end. Pretty self explanatory if you ask me.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Im Back Jack!

So after a long month at Ft. Chaffee Chris is back! I have to tell you that training sucked but all together I found it to be really useful. Going into this mobilization I had zero faith in many of my counter parts. Now, walking away from it all I have a lot of faith in them as well as my capabilities of being a leader. Not to mention I now have some new bonds forming with guys that I really trust and will have my back when it really matters most. I recently read one of those yahoo bulletins the other day and it was something to the affect that soldiers are three times more likely to die in Afghanistan than in Iraq. Of course I didn’t bother to read it, but now that time is changing sides and now battling me I feel the stresses of what possibilities there are. I’m not usually of a pessimistic nature but there are a lot of ‘what if’s’……..Much to think about in a relatively short time.