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Location: Ewa Beach, HI, United States

I got out of the Army in October 2007, and went back to being a Paramedic. I am now working as an RN in Case Management.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Salman is a big boy

Sorry for not writing lately, I'll try to correct that soon. Here is a picture of Salman, he's a really cool guy, but I thought I was going to have to shoot him in the beginning.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Don't blow it now!

I think my back is injured. I always have a very heavy load since I carry rifleman and medic kits. After every mission my lower back hurts, but soon feels better. Lately though, there is one intervertebral space that is killing me, I don't even want to put my gear on. I guess that's why they make Ibuprofen. There is a story I want to tell you so badly, but I think the mission was classified, as I haven't seen it in the news, well, I have seen it, but it isn't quite right. We are going to do some really cool stuff tonight, very dangerous, but a real go get 'em type thing. Wish us luck. It's funny, the more you do that you want to talk about, the less you are allowed to tell. Time to go home is so close that I'm actually starting to worry when I go outside the wire. When you're short, you really don't want to take any chances. You've made it almost the whole year, home is within sight, don't blow it now!

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Allah's Miscreant Children

The eleventh hour, of the eleventh day of the eleventh month 1918. Armistice Day. That is why today is Veteran’s Day. I reckon I am a veteran now. Some would say a war veteran, some would say not. Depends on your perspective. I certainly wasn’t cowering in a trench for four years. Two months, and I return to the land of the counterfeit free and the home of the pseudo-brave. My generation doesn’t want to be named. I dub thee the What Happened? Generation. To be quite honest with you, the Iraqi Army sucks, and they are worth about as much as a crack-addicted prostitute’s testimony in Grand Jury. We have let them perform on their own now as we are leaving them, and only train for two hours a day and go on one patrol a day with them, and must force them to do that. It is quite like herding cats. There is a SGM who stands at intersections in the Camp now and directs people to put on their seat belts. Kind of funny to me, the seat belt doesn’t fit around my battle gear. Which leads me to mention that there are many soldiers here who have never left the Green Zone, or IZ (international zone), and have completely forgotten we are in Iraq…these are the folks the Combat Action Badge was created for. They have it sewn to their uniforms and proudly display it every day. It is a funny little device, looks like a miniature Combat Infantry Badge but it has a bayonet and grenade where the rifle goes. If they hear a boom, they qualify for it. Ahh, I wish I could spit on each and every one of them. If you can’t tell, I am bitter. I had a wonderful post ready, lost the connection to the internet, and it went away. Well, my voracious reader, I couldn’t stay away, I had to return as soon as I got an interface and a semi-sentient one and zero machine to broadcast my pirate signal to the Matrix. Sorry, I know this is the worst writing you have seen from me, maybe I’ll keep a diary or something for flashes of insight to share with you. But, then again, blogging doesn’t pay the bills, nor does it advance my career. If you see me in the US, say hey, and we’ll have a beer or ten. Unless you bore me, and then we’ll still have a few if you’re buying. Oh, by the way, Ramadan is over, and I didn't see one Muslim follwing Sharia.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Time to say goodbye.

As I may havwe mentioned before, my laptop computer no longer works. The external hard drive I had all of my iraq stories and pictures stored on has quit working. I am not in a position to pay to have the hard drive fixed, nor can I buy a new computer. There is an internet center here on camp, but the hours it is open isn't in parallel with my work schedule (actually I have no work schedule, because there is no continuity to the times combat missions are conducted). I have thought of many great stories to tell you, but by the time I get to a computer, the memories are all faded away into a dull haze. I'm not about to try to write this stuff down, as I have no time for it. So, thanks for reading this story of a regular guy's trip to the cradle of civilaztion.