Fear is a powerful motivator. It has made me run screaming from my basement in the middle of the day, with claws surely grasping mere inches from my shirt collar. It has pulled my bicycle tire at over 50mph down the rocky bluffs of Okinawa, Japan even though my tires were losing their sticky grasp [...]
Published: November 16th, 2004John Klimas. Fellow Marine Security Guard. Connecticut resident. Pimp daddy.
Klimas and I did time together in MSG class 1-02, 1 October 2001 to 15 November 2001. We road-tripped to his hometown of Bristol, Connecticut for Thanksgiving of 2001 and remained scoreless despite his relative luck with the ladies. I made a halfhearted stab at his [...]
My arrival in Quantico, VA has produced interesting results. In the 24 hours I’ve been here, I’ve learned the following things:
Training is approximately three weeks long. We will finish 2 Dec and be in Iraq within the week following.
The “training”, as it were, consists of an over 300 page Iraq transitional handbook, an Iraqi culture [...]
There is no more. There is no “continued”. These few words which you’re reading are all that exists. I’m close enough to leaving I can taste it. I can taste the sand. I can taste the air. I can taste the adrenaline.
Today I leave with but a few words dredged from a drunken mind of [...]
