Tonight I ride again. It is only me and my shiny, German machinery with sloppy suspension, loose handlebars, strange valve stems, and reflective decals drawn for speed.
Across the sand parking area and next to the wooden, Turkish toilets with overflowing barrels positioned below each sawed out hole. The wind is thankfully westward. The flies busy [...]
Marines are prideful to the point of arrogance. Our uniforms are impeccable, our weapons pristine, our marksmanship deadly, and our courage unmatched. It is why we are hated, revered, and envied by airmen, sailors, and soldiers alike.
The Corps is a brotherhood. I don’t look across a battalion formation and see legal clerks, supply supervisors, cooks, [...]
I’m here, at last, in Habbaniyah (pronounced dirka-dirka-chi) and enjoying things such as they are. Despite the in-the-rear-with-the-gear feel that being in an army base camp provides, there’s even more bad guys in the surrounding area then Fallujah. Who would have thought the ones who didn’t die would have fled west? With luck our Iraqis [...]
Published: March 5th, 2005
