“President Bush has authorized the Joint Chiefs to begin drawing up a battle plan to pull France’s ass out of the fire again. Facing an apparent overwhelming force of up to 400 pissed off teenagers, Mr. Bush doubts France’s ability to hold off the little piss ants. “Hell, if the last two world wars are [...]
Published: November 2nd, 2005It’s day twelve in Pierre, South Dakota and I’ve rendezvoused with Dale for the last three days of my tour. We’ve booked rooms at the Governor’s Inn (whirlpool, indoor pool, and kick ass continental breakfast included) and are going over our route through um-teen miles of road construction and a few Indian reservations.
The days are [...]
The morning of my departure for St Louis, Missouri has dawned colder than expected. Recent days past have begun in the high 30s, warmed up to the low 70s, and cooled right back down again at sunset. I should have expected as much. I’m about thirty minutes from a ride to the airport and less [...]
Published: September 15th, 2005It’s 2157. My bags are packed and loaded, I’m showered, and eagerly anticipating my 0300 departure on post-deployment leave. Colorado Springs, Colorado is my first stop. Residing there are the very same soldiers of the 506th I trained with in Iraq. It’s a reunion that’s sure to produce more than a few laughs. From there [...]
Published: September 6th, 2005The Rifleman’s Creed
by Major General W. H. Rupertus, USMC
THIS IS MY RIFLE. There are many like it but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my life. My rifle, without me is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must [...]
There’s a hill behind my apartment that needs climbing. I sit on the left side of my couch, stare through the sliding glass door of the balcony, and imagine myself on that hill, crawling through the juniper, past the shaggy spruce trees, over the bald spot near the crest and to the top. I don’t [...]
Published: July 28th, 2005Rated PG
Last call
Recorded from written text in Ramadi, Iraq. A wrap up, really, of a few things that stood out during my tour and what I did to cope.
It’s been seven short months since I put boots on the deck here in Iraq, and I’ll say will no hesitation I’m happy to be leaving. For [...]
Published: July 2nd, 2005For most, Memorial Days past have been those of facts and figures and numbers. It is a day most often described by X number of service members who have died in Y wars in Z years. Memorial Days past have been of remembrance, maybe casual or solemn depending on the individual, and reflections of loss [...]
Published: May 31st, 2005As a farm kid in North Dakota with no exposure to or experience with crime, drugs, and all the bad things that tend to creep into one’s life at ever alarmingly younger ages, life for me was simple until my parent’s divorce when I was eleven. My days were filled with grand expeditions with my [...]
Published: May 20th, 2005Knock knock!
Who’s there?
The Insensitive Guy.
The Insensitive Guy who?
The Insensitive guy who cracked a joke about a 15 year old Thai hooker and got his ass chewed by a female Marine Corps Captain.
Question: How do all offensive jokes begin?
Answer: By looking over your shoulder.
It’s official. I’m “rude,” “crude,” “inconsiderate,” “offensive,” and socially unattractive to boot. Coming [...]
