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, 2004It’s amazing the difference a day makes! The last two nights I’ve slept like a baby (with a bad back) and have actually been having more problems with my oozing scab-of-a-knee sticking to the sheets than anything else. It’s a refreshing change.
I’ve been taking Doc’s crack pills as directed now for the third day in [...]
My day began bright and early at 0320 when I woke up howling in pain from making a wrong move in my sleep. I didn’t sleep much after that and basically rolled around in agony for five more hours.
Gunny called at 0800 bantering something about needing an escort for new cabinet installation in the detachment [...]
I am, admittedly and despite my posts of late, experiencing better days. It’s been almost two weeks since 2,426 word dissertation on the Marine Security Guard program and I’m seeing things in a new light now. My problems did not lie in the things around me, but rather the downward spiral my life was taking [...]
Published: March 14th, 2004“A Marine is never happy unless he’s bitching.” It’s a saying that holds true after 228 years of kicking ass all over the world, and in honor of that tradition I’ve decided to contribute my own recent gripes and complaints. This rant was spurred on by another J.K. on the other side of the world [...]
Published: March 3rd, 2004It’s been three days since Mack stepped on the plane and out of the life of Marine Security Guard detachment Brasilia, Brazil. He will be missed. Rather than write a long, forlorn story, I’ve decided to list, in no particular order, everything that reminds those he left behind of the impact he made during his [...]
Published: February 18th, 2004If we had seen it coming it would have been a different story. It was swift. It was coordinated. It was driven by hate and prejudice and racism. To them* we were skin heads. We were hooligans, as they say even in Portuguese.
The name calling was nothing new to us. We get it everywhere we [...]
There’s something about the city of Brasilia, I can’t quite put my finger on, that I really enjoy. In spite of a rather miserable week back from Rio with a horrible head cold and plenty of accompanying green phlegm, I feel good today.
I chew quietly on my French Toast and sip freshly squeezed orange juice [...]
I’m actually here.
Yeah, sure, I’ll be standing duty for 12 of the 80 hours I’ll be here, but it’s a small price to pay for a free ride. Today is Saturday and I just began my 12 hour shift. I’ve got grand visions of getting a lot of homework done during this time but the [...]
What do they say about a rose by any other name is still a rose? Does the same hold true for speedos? I finally broke down today and decided to buy a pair, if not a generic pair, from one of the local malls. For the equivalent of a whopping $3.00, I now actually rate [...]
Published: November 6th, 2003
