Sunday, December 25, 2005

Amazon, The Bible, and Being a Skeptic.

I always say to friends that being a skeptic doesn't mean not believing in anything; it means not believing everything. That being said the Bible has always been called "The best selling book of all time." Okay let's look at this.

I spent the last few days looking up the bible on various book sellers sites including Barnes and Noble and Amazon. You type in King James Bible and start to look up numbers and you see the truth. Every time you look it up every top choice in the search is well below 2,000 on the list. On BN.com the first listing under books for KJ Bible is James Earl Jones reads the Bible on CD. On Amazon the first choice is number 288,393 in the rankings.

This is not a rant about the Bible but about people swallowing everything told to them. So many people have said this that most people take it without a glass of water.

The fact that these sites constantly update their numbers will be one argument but I don't see the bible dropping from 1 to 288,393 in one hour. Also they may say that the time it has been published gives it that rank. Well considering that Don Quixote has been in print longer and most people didn't have the ability to read the Bible until about 200 years after it's mass printing may give that argument some grief.

In the end don't swallow everything that they hand you. I love the idea of aliens but I haven't seen them. I want a redneck to find the skeleton of Bigfoot to prove that lost species may be out there but I wont swallow some shitty 8mm film made 40 years ago. And I wont believe the bible is the best selling book of all time because your parents told you so. Most of your parents approved of segregation and slavery, didn't let your great-grandmother vote, liked Nixon, believe Intelligent Design is a real scientific theory, and remember when Mormons didn't let Negroes into the church because they're marked. Remember; it was all once the Christian thing to do.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Christmas, X-mas, and the State of The Politically Correct.

When Israel decided to systematically isolate and persecute (many times rightfully though) an entire race of people I thought, "Of all people they should know better." Now I have atheist friends divided into several groups. The ones who want to damn near wage war with the religious right, and left; and those who just let them do their thing. Sadly a loud grouping of atheists now have taken the former view.

I can't stand religion or the overly religious but they are here and acting as judgmental as they do only makes them act like fanatics. Even though I can't stand them and their ilk I give them a wide berth as long as they give me one as well.

I have said it over and over again, when we act as tolerant as they say they are we will show them who they really are. Just like the lady in the video I posted last week they will only turn their kind away when they show their true colors.

The only way to get converts is to show them that WE are the tolerant ones. That WE accept all and don't condemn you for rubbing one out, or wearing rubbers, or dancing, or reading Harry Potter.

I know that many of you are going to go off on a rant in the comments but accept it, we believe in a brotherhood of man and a oneness from the same evolutionary line. We can't have the loud minority speak for all of us. Those of you who claim religion will, as always, pick and choose what you want to follow and not follow but we just want you to keep it to yourselves.

In the end the SECULAR America that has always existed will keep you at bay.

By the way...MERRY CHRISTMAS. It is what this diatribe was about anyway.

Monday, December 19, 2005


On the 16th of August we had the kids bring us this asking for money. It's, from top down, a Soviet 14.5mm round, an RPG fin fragment, and a .50 cal round. Must be from the Iran/Iraq War. We gave them a case of MRE's and they fought like crazed weasels over them. We wound up having to break them up. They have little bully assholes in Iraq too. The grenade below is also from that day.

This is the grenade From the 16 August entry. You can read about it in the book "My War" on page 278. I just don't feel like reinventing the wheel today.

Personal Iraq Diary: 12 - 16 August 2004.

12 Aug 2004

Arrived in Quatar around 2100 to 100 degree temps. I've had almost no sleep. Between worrying about Papi and his hospital stay and what happened on the 4th. I don't want to wind up hating min for getting better. It kills me that not one hour after the shootout I was on Yahoo IM with Lafferty and he told me the whole thing. 2 wounded and I was at home on emergency leave. I just hope they all, Papi included, turn out OK.

14 Aug 2004

Strange feeling about coming back, it feels like home. It feels like I never left and when I was gone it was a vacation. There was a strange sense of comfort crossing the street from the airfield and getting back to the FOB. After feeling guilty about not being here on the 4th everyone kept it on down low; probably knowing I'd be upset. Some guys said that one of the first conversations they had were about me and how pissed I'd be. They were right.

16 August 2004

Yesterday Buzzell was confined to the FOB for writing his blog. We have had several discussions about it over the last 24 hours. A WSJ reporter has been on his blog several times and now he's talking to him, guess for an interview.

I am trying to encourage him to take advantage of this situation, I think more so that since I want to write I'd love to see someone I know get what I want. Vicarious living you know. He gets out of the Army in about 4 months and I told him not to worry about what THEY think. This could be the opportunity of a lifetime and when he gets out he'll kick himself for not pissing more people off.

Also last night a mortar hit dangerously close to us. Scared the hell out of everyone, saw the sparks and blast, all of it. We all got a nervous cover-up man laugh out of it.

Earlier yesterday we were on a counter-mortar set when a round went up and we had to do the mad chase after the ghost. We went to our usual neighborhood and about 20 kids chased us around waving and laughing. You know you're safe when the parents let their kids out...generally. One brought us a rusted out Soviet grenade, which didn't work, and asked for money. Then another brought us a .50 cal round, an RPG fin, and a 14.5 mm round. All of them rusted out and probably older than all of them. It took the big wigs some time to figure out it was nothing. Don't listen to the old munitions guy though (me). When Iraqi EOD came out the SGT grabs the grenade and says if it hasn't gone off by now it wont and chucked it back into the grassy field. In America people would clear the surrounding 10 miles out. We evacuate neighborhoods for leaky septic tanks. Those kids might be playing catch with it right now.

I need a good shoot-em up soon.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Army + Iraq = Quixotic.

Look it up. Most Joe's (your most hated writer included) suffer from this illness.

Tilting since 2003.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Everyone Has an Excuse for These Types.

Say they're not "true" christians, say they're not really our kind, say the what you will, at the end of the day this is the "tolerant" side of religion. When you back them up against the wall (or get some beer in them) EVERY person of religion will have something like this come out.

GVOD Google Video of the Day.

NO shit, WOW!

P.S. Be prepared to be pissed at me, you know who you are.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Feeling Like the New Guy or You Don't Know What It Feels Like 'Till You're There.

A lot of guys like to say what they would do when they get to Iraq. I use to say the same thing. I'm sure they really believe what they'll do is what they say. It's too easy to put them down but then you remember you said all the same shit...then you went and you HAD to do it.

Nothing made me braver than years of shit-talking that forced me to back it up. I ran head long into the fire, I made sure I always dismounted the Stryker so I could justify my ex-11B status, I always fired back when I had the chance. I always stacked on the wall for the raid and always got hands on the enemy when they were captured. I managed to justify myself to myself.

New guys give the rah-rah God and country speach and you begin to think back on how you not only said the same thing but regret saying those things sometimes.

Looking back and remembering the laundry list of things you did you start to inventory and say, "Well, maybe I shouldn't have done that...and that...maybe that was a bad idea...oh and that was REALLY dumb." Mental note; use more cover next time. Your own mortality is never in question until it's no longer in question.

Being outside the wire and not having that feeling of surrounding danger but having it surround you is exhilerating and something that you can never describe. Being in a small unit surrounded by enemy at all sides that are playing ninja and you all know they're there and they know you're there but no one shoots because no one is sure where the other is, well that's Iraq.

Emotions, feelings of power when you control a whole town or city. Having the Army call on YOU to save a unit or a brigade. Stopping traffic with a single hand and a gun that could only kill 30 of them but you stop 1,000 is intoxicating. Invading a home and finding stacks of weapons and bags of money makes you feel like the job is real...then you see a dead civilian a few days later. You don't want to know who killed them.

It's easy to see how this war and others consume those who were there and make mercenaries, drug addicts, alcoholics, and artists. We're all the same, looking for our release valve.

Either way most of the new guys will be just fine, 'till they get back.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Imperial Stormtroopers or Does This Mean Something.

Though I am a mean Star Wars geek I have become obsessed ('ish) with the form and meaning of the Imperial Stormtroopers. Clone or not what morality is there in being them or even killing them. Do you kill the insane man who's not wired right because he did a bad t hing.

I wonder what this means in relation to Iraq and my vacation there. Maybe I'm just reading into this. Maybe I'll be in a white suit in a few months (if I'm not figuratively already there.)

Saturday, November 19, 2005

NEW BLOG!

http://www.realcmb.blogspot.com

About the history of the Combat Medical Badge and why we are all pissed that non-line medics receive it.

Friday, November 18, 2005

Why Joe's Hate the Media and Other Wandering Thoughts on Iraqistan.

You come in from a 3 hour firefight to sit in a chow hall as nice and clean as anything at home. The place belongs to a Forward Operating Base (FOB) of brass, mostly colonels, generals, and their assistants. You walk in covered in the aftermath of battle hoping the chow is as good as what you heard and only caring about that cheesecake you hope they have. You walk the gauntlet of “soft” MOSs who gawk and whisper about your appearance. Everyone is dirty, some of it isn’t dirt and the blood on you isn’t always American. You’ve finally got some coffee and you get comfortable; you choose the TV with CNN tuned in and the usual story comes over...controlled blast in Baghdad. For those who don’t know a controlled blast is when EOD blows a dangerous explosive in place.

We all noticed that the stories on every network always missed the mark. When they talked to a soldier it was usually someone who was in a convoy or some non-combat company like transportation or the support hospital. The combat arms companies were represented by mindless video of Marines in Fallujah with little to no first-hand stories. Even the much touted Frontline story A Company of Soldiers showed a civil affairs unit leaving the wire at night with no night vision equipment and rambling around when they should have been pulling security. They saw action in a reactionary way, IEDs, RPG fire, and roadblock-runners.

The embedded reporter in this war has been given unlimited access from inside a plastic bubble. They’ve been given access to all the things that the Army wants them to see. In the 7 months I spent in Iraq I actually saw one reporter that actually dealt directly with my unit. Now others came and went but when the action really started in Mosul it was one. Now Mosul is the new black.

I never told my family what was going on while I was there and they never watched the news just to avoid the emotional stress. Many of the facts that the media tries to put out are either sugar-coated or blown out of proportion for a politically expedient end.

This is what we see:

One of the strangest things to see is a fractured human body. If you have ever seen someone with broken bone it evokes this morbid fascination to stare without feelings of guilt. What else is strange is how different it is from anything Hollywood portrays. There's not as much blood as you would think, when you find body parts they look exactly the way they do on the body, and people never die with their eyes closed.

I went to the sight of a car bombing once that wounded or killed almost 50 and found a pile of human intestines just sitting in the road in the intersection, just laying there. Every car had been painted with the blood of its former occupant. It doesn't traumatize you but you can't help but stare or sometimes even touch. The scene was what you think of when you think of war, real war. You always wonder if you can handle it psychologically and you're scared you might not perform as you hope. When the time comes you do, and that's when you realize that war does not affect everyone the way you hear. Every movie you ever watch tells you that Vet's are all basket cases from what they've seen. I have fired and been fired at and found it to be the most exciting thing I have ever experienced. You don't think about the what-if's, "What if I had been closer or farther", or "Man, that could have been me". If it wasn't you it wasn't you, drive on.

Watching guys ducking under fire is one of the funniest things you see here. Believe me, the wounds I have treated, no amount of ducking will save you. As fast as it happens ducking just gets you to the ground quicker. Man 's inhumanity to man is something we don't think about, he just tried to kill someone or set off a car bomb that killed no soldiers but 10 children, some men deserve inhumanity. No matter what you hear in the media there are scumbags here that don't care how many of their own people they kill as long as 1 American is wounded.

People are so dramatic for the most minor non-event. They all want the pity lay when they get home and start telling the "What I went through" stories. We all volunteered, I've found that's the main difference between this and all other wars. The only exception might be WW II where most Americans felt a duty to answer the call to conscription. You lose the right to bitch when you say "I'll do it" and smash your hand with hammer.

Sometimes I feel that in 20 years it will all hit me and my wife will find me in a corner singing Mary had a Little Lamb while sucking my thumb. Right now though the only way to survive is do your job, get home, and deal with what comes later.

Everyone wants to go play war until the shooting starts. I know what you're thinking "I don't want to get shot at either," fine then don't join the military. In this country though the volunteers are looking for a paycheck and status. After years of repression and being nobody's they have the chance to help themselves and their families. Seeing Americans fight is cool to them. Sexy gear, good weapons and tactics and we taught them how to do it and use it, BUT. Now that they are receiving fire because we are around they don't want us around.

The local military now referred to as the Iraqi National Guard wants to conduct patrols on their own since every time we show up insurgents fire at them. It's hard enough to get them to go out when we show imagine the vacation they will be on without U.S. troops egging them on.

The message this infant military is sending is that when the shooting starts they hide. One of the first rules in an ambush is to charge the ambush. Some always die but at least most will live. The only exception are the Iraqi troops trained by Special Forces. They have a confidence and ability none in this country's military can match. Unfortunately a small percentage of their troops are S.F. trained. When we had a police station overrun on the 24 June the Iraqi Police ran from their post due to, apparently, overwhelming numbers. When the ING arrived to help us they were Professionals to the Nth degree.
In the U.S. and here in Iraq what must be explained to all potential soldiers is that, now this is a stretch mind you, YOU MAY GET SHOT AT IN THIS JOB. The blame is not always on the soldier. There is an old saying that goes "Let no soldiers soul cry, 'Had I only been trained' ". The promise of travel, prestige, and pay must be tempered with the reality of war. The world military's are not places of social experimentation or easy employment, or even college money. I am going to shock you now but...WE MAKE WAR, sorry. The reward for defending your nation is pay and the like but that is our first order of business no matter what the recruiting posters say. That G.I. Bill you came in for is a fine reason for enlistment but understand it may very well get you killed.

So in America as Iraq the Armed Forces and its recruits must be made to understand that we defend our nations and for doing so we give you pay, prestige, and college money.

Just remember that YOU WILL BE SHOT AT.

There is a certain hierarchy in the Military even though most don't want you to know about it. Combat arms is at the top, all combat arms. Infantry, engineers, SEAL's, SF, armor and generally those who launch bullets for a living are combat arms. EVERYONE else is a POGue, People Other than Grunts. Don't try to be cute and be like cops that changed Pig to Pride, Integrity, and Guts and say Personnel Of Garrison you are POGues. The reason I say this is that I saw the Time magazine cover for Person of the Year on my buddies wall and not only were the three on the cover POGues the one in the front was a woman. Now before you have an aneurysm listen, women in the Army is not the issue, the issue is that the members of that little group are NOT the ones who are winning the war. The ones winning this fight are the ground pounders. Most POGues never leave the wire and when they do they are the targets the insurgents are going after because they are "soft targets". Meaning that they are not trained as fighters and are most likely going to scramble after being hit.

Now don't get me wrong, I like having my Stryker fixed, my chow warm, and the A/C working and these guys have more stones than the civilian who is protesting only because he's scared to come over regardless of his feigning morality. BUT wars are won by the rifleman. In this man's army you are infantry or infantry support. Even D-boys do their mission in support of our operations (Delta definitely NOT POGues).

I tire of the media saying "You're all heroes, we love you (slurp slurp)". Stop pandering we already watch your damn show. The so-called "soft M.O.S.'s" support us to win the war. As a medic now I really get the ass when I see doctors, nurses, and medics in the CSH (combat support hospital) wearing the Combat Medical Badge when they have never seen the outside of the wire from day one. This is an award for medics who are on the line with the grunts. As an ex-grunt I have nothing but the utmost respect for those baptized by fire. So a frivolous award of something meant to honor those of us who get paid to attract bullets gets me going.

POLITICO-PHILOSOPHICAL NOTE:

This is part of society's egalitarian notion of equality and equal viability. Not everyone contributes to society at the same level. That's why there isn't a "Piece-of-Shit-Crack-dealing-Murderer of the Year" award. If you want the rewards you need to perform to the rewards standards. You are a soldier, isn't that enough. Why must you fight to cheapen the struggle of others so you can get kudos for an award you didn't deserve. Tankers have been fighting since World War II for a combat tanker badge and still haven't received one because the infantry is in the most danger on the battlefield. Don't try to justify your existence by lowering my bar to raise yours. How about just coming up to my level. If you're not willing then be content with what you have. Everyone wants to do the sexy war-guy stuff but no one wants to get dirty.

The country is rich in history so it gives you a respect for what you see, and a sadness. It's in ruin from years of neglect. It's filthy and the smell of human waste is everywhere. Usually you hear gunfire and explosions about 5-10 times a day. The feeling of not coming home never enters your mind, but is always there. The people are nice and friendly but untrustworthy at the same time. Every Kurd you run into introduces himself as such and thanks you for ridding them of Saddam. You quickly learn to hate the American media. Luckily the children have no idea how poor they really are. Dead bodies are not as wierd as they once were. You get Smokes at $.50 a pack. Yes they drink, smoke, and have dozens of porn theaters here. All the children wave and smile, some ask for money. The spirit-crushing 120 degree heat is everywhere even in air-conditioned rooms. Sometimes you feel like you're baking in your clothes. You wear about 70 lbs of gear in this heat and on top of it a weapon. The first time you lock-and-load your weapon and don't get nervous you get scared, you have just become complacent. When your vehicle gets hit by an RPG you have to take a second to realize what happened. Explosions are louder and sound different than in the movies. No matter how far away it is it sounds like it's on top of you, and when it's on top of you you're first impression is shock that you are ok. You'd be surprised what you can sleep through. You'd be surprised what you find funny now and what really pisses you off. You now know how trivial every complaint you ever had is. You know how much you really like or dislike certain people, and how much you love others. Mostly you find out what your made of and many are made of shit. You love America but have contempt for those still there partying and acting like assholes. Shooting at a man is not as hard or traumatic as people make it out to be in movies but you have to train yourself to want to go home alive. You hate your enemy, he is a killer of his own people and has no remorse because "God" told him to do it. You fill your heart with hate so you can kill him and come home to your family, and hope his death will save a family here.

Now you self-righteous civilians who are giving the "I know" and the "You see" or the "What did you expect" speech right now shut up. You don't fucking know and until you man-up and come over here you never will.

Mostly you look at it as a really cool job that every guy who sees a movie thinks he can do but doesn't. You are now a part of history, you want to go home but are proud you were here.

So many things happen that all my time in the military I've wanted to be a part of. Now that I have done them I found out why so many vet's don't talk about their experiences. Mostly it's because they are bored of telling the same story over and over again. People ask me about it and I say I don’t want to talk about it. Their first reaction is that I suffer from PTSD.

Tracer fire is so common that you watch it at night like a fireworks display, you only worry when you hear it and don't see it. That means it's moving horizontally. Car bombs shake the building you're in no matter how far away they are. If you hear it you feel it. You only hang around outside your door for 2 minutes to see if you get called out, if not you go back to your bootleg movie. Mortar rounds go off all day long. Usually two or three at a time and maybe twice a day on a good day. You can tell if you're in danger by the sound. If it whizzes you're good because it's moving laterally; when it's quiet after you hear it leave the tube you get wary but you don't go running off for the bunkers until it hits and then you usually wait for the third one. That means he's walking them in. They mostly miss. It's fun watching the new guys show up, they still think it's a war movie. When someone runs or ducks for cover you will more than likely make fun of him. Here's why, if you hear the explosion you're fine. No matter how fast you move the schrapnel moves faster. Also explosions aren't like, say, a fire; once it blows it's done it doesn’t continue to move. Bullets are the same way unless you're getting sprayed then ducking may not be so bad but most of the time you hear when that's happening.

I was on the internet one day and an explosion went off north of the FOB and not one person in the room stopped typing. We all just looked up to see if the flash was close enough to worry about, it wasn't. Hearing about car bombings where civilians are killed gets tedious since we can't do anything about it until we find who did it and raid their house. The word complacent needs to be changed to comfortable. Most guys still have the training and skill they just know when to switch it on and off. Fire fights aren't as chaotic and dramatic as you see in the movies. Guys don’t run around yelling and panicking. If you really acted like that you would probably get yourself or someone else killed. That is the time to be most professional and level headed, that's when you count on your training, your equipment, and your guys. When it's over you ooh and aah and go into your room to reflect but not when it's happening. No one ever yells medic unless he's seen Platoon one to many times. We use radio's.

Oh and by the way, there are atheists in combat. Me, and yes I have been shot at A LOT.

Too many people have been complaining about the situation here without realizing that all of us are volunteers in this war. Stop loss is nothing more than your inactive reserve commitment being fulfilled. When John Kerry talks about the back door draft of the National Guard and stop lossed soldiers he fails to realize that this is not the same military as Vietnam. We are all here of our own accord and were advised of the commitment requirements. All soldiers have to give a total of 8 years in a combination of active duty and reserve time. That reserve time can be inactive or active reserve, or National Guard. Where does this lie of soldiers being "involuntarily" extended come from. The fact is that most of the soldiers complaining aren't up to par with the game anyway. Many of the ones [complaining] I personally know are not the kind of guy you want around you in combat but the fact is that they are trained for this job and are needed now. Doesn’t change the fact that we all think it’s unfair.

I have noticed some things in the media, including film and television, that give all soldiers a bad face as cowards. According to every war film you see the "sensitive soldier" is hurt by what he has seen in war and those who have not been affected by it are war-mongering lunatics unfit to walk in decent society. The fact is that 90% of soldiers in this new military are willing volunteers that see the combat role they play as important and to some point heroic. Not everyman will cry and wake up in cold sweats for 50 years until he has wrestled the demons from his psychological battlefield. Just look back at WWII vets; they saw their role as a duty as Americans. Many were affected by what they experienced but carried on with their lives knowing they must. Battle fatigue is a real issue but what the media has shown you is a distorted and almost cowardly view of the soldier. I have looked through my sights and sent bullets towards another man. I also realize that that man has killed others and will kill me if given the chance.

This seems to me that it comes down to the cowardly nature of the left and the empowering of the coward. Showing every soldier as having a significant emotional event when exposed to battle gives them the easy way out. When they are in a similar situation they can say hey look that's a normal response, it's not. When you have a case of battle stress it is a legitimate problem and must be addressed for the soldier's and the Army's health. The issue is not that but true cowardice, and that is what I have seen in almost every case of soldiers either complaining about the war or suffering from "battle stress" in this conflict.

When you have a serious mental condition that leads to a mental health evaluation or a real case of battle stress I, as Doc, have nothing but sympathy. But if you are one of the people that the press and films have been pushing as normal or common I wish nothing but death on you because you volunteered and you're letting your brothers down. One may die one day because you couldn't "man-up."

If this isn't your game and you wish a peaceful, rested life, I applaud you because that's what I fight for. Not everyone is cut out for this life and that's what makes us and you special. But don't try to get the world to believe that cowardice is common just because you can't do this job and don't understand why we do it. Please stop speaking for us, we'll do just fine without your false sympathy.

Men that have been shot, whether alive or dead, go limp instantly. Like pulling the cord out of the wall while using the vacuum. Hajji must have two thimbles of blood in him because he goes pale at the mention of bleeding. Looking at a man before shooting at him is the most exciting thing I have experienced while at the same time feeling stranger than anything I have ever done. People would serve me tea out of their front door as I pulled security on a corner next to their house. They always tasted it first as if I was Caesar or something. Children will flip you off then wave to you and smile obviously not knowing what it means. It was taught to them by other units. I'm sure the guys did it and the kids saw it as a greeting. Children draw you pictures of Americans smiling and fighting for them. Raiding someone's house and searching it makes you feel guilty while you destroy their possessions; then you find the stash of RPG's and $10,000. Fresh pomegranate juice is really good. Kurds are a real nationality, Palestinians are not. Just like Kuwaiti's. You are a part of history but since it is the present you don't fully appreciate it.

Outside of the war zone (yes, you Kuwait and Camp Victory) they think they're in the theater but they aren't. They play silly ass games, drills, exercises for readiness and play soldier. The "soft MOS's" like the moniker war hero but really they are as safe as most of you back home. Sergeant Majors who have nothing to do but ask soldiers what side of an NCO you should walk on and why the boonie hat is not the uniform. Combat awards should involve gunfire being leveled at you and not just around you. Just because you can hear it doesn't mean you're in danger. Civilians shouldn't be here outside the wire. We saved their asses one to many times. Burger King should be for the Joe's in combat not in a small military city in Baghdad or Kuwait. Internet should always be free and chow needs to be open 24 hours a day since some of us have a combat schedule and not bankers hours.

Other than that everything's fine.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Alien Abduction and Talking to God or I'm Special and You're Not.

NPR's Day to Day had a short piece about alien abductions yesterday and it reminded me about a guy in my unit that was recently kicked out for being a drunkard. He and I discussed religion for HOURS if not what totalled to days. That's not the point though; he claimed that more than once God came to him directly and spoke to him in the flesh. That Christ came down one day and had dinner with him, and another time he was attacked by a mass of serpents and God sent down a flaming sword to vanquish them with. The "Lord" said that the serpents were people he had not forgiven and the only way to defeat them was to forgive each person and that would allow him to kill the snakes. The point is that not only did he claim all this, he claimed that it happened while WIDE AWAKE!!!

This reminded me of alien abduction claims by the same manner of folks. One thing all these "claimers" have in common, they are the lonliest, most distant, and detached people I have ever met.

This gives them a claim to fame, (insert alien or god here) chose me, not you but me. I am special and all of you meanie heads who make fun of me at work or school are nobodys and they chose me.

Whose fault is this...ours. We shun these people because they're wierd or geeky or just damn "crazy." If we give attention to those who are the lonliest or what we call most pathetic we may bring this abduction/god contact claims down to half. These people want attention and they should get it from other humans not the aliens from Stargate.

The rest are just crazy...sorry, some just have a screw missing.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Better to Deserve Them AND Have Them or Your God Damn Right It's Sour Grapes!

I think the worst part of the Army Awards System is the fact that anyone can put anyone in for an award. In Iraq we all received a "blanket" commendation with the same citation. I was put in for 2 ARCOMs one with "V" and both were kicked back. Most of us in Iraq were turned down for at least one real decoration for actions in combat. The sad part is that this week we had a battalion awards ceremony and about 120 awards were given out. About one third were ARCOMs and for all but about 10 achievement medals were given out.

The point of this bitter rant is that none of these guys did anything in a play-play exercise that we didn't do FOR REAL in combat.

Yes, I am pissed that I wasn't put in for an award, but my squad leader and I come from an older Army where you weren't given an award for doing your job.

I know guys who literally saved a life but weren't put in for an award because it was said that's the medic's job. Yet an E-2 11B gets an AAM for clearing a room well in a play-play exercise.

I know what you're all saying, but when you really look at it if we didn't get decorated in no shit combat then these kids shouldn't get an award for showing up to the game just because this is an unpopular war and we want to inspire them to stay in.

By the way, it's NOT better to deserve them and not get them.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Personal Iraq Diary: 14-23 July 2004.

14 July 2004

Today while wasting my usual 4 hours at the Hajji internet I was loading a blog entry about what goes on here and with perfect timing a mortar round went off near the gym. You can always tell who has really been in the shit and who is playing war. Not one single 1-23 guy ran while the reserve engineers all ran for the bunkers. The good part was it freed up some computers for the 1-23 guys waiting. Later we found out that the BSB watched them launch and did nothing. Some of the guys were on tower guard and heard the whole thing on the radio. They kept calling up sit-reps and didn't fire at them while watching them hang rounds. We asked one of the Frontline Yankee officers why they don't put us on the wire near the main gate. He said that we would shoot everything and ruin the relationship with the locals. Well maybe killing the bad guys would improve the relationship a little more. Well the blog is going well.

21 July 2004

Incredibly boring few days. A mortar landed near the AO about an hour ago. SFC H...... almost had a fit. I have been recommended for a 3rd ARCOM. Also the 3rd mayor has been killed in Mosul. I've been lazy. I should write more often.

23 July 2004.

Went on a counter-rocket mission last night from 01 to 03. We heard this good-sized firefight right up the street and set up waiting for it to come our way. Nothing more exciting than waiting for the shit to come to you so you can lay waste to it. We waited for about 15 minutes when we heard on the net that it was IP in a shootout with some bad guys and they didn't call for help. Good, maybe they wont need us soon. Sounded like about 4 or 5 guys on each side at most.

UPDATE:

A few days later I had to go home on emergency leave because my dad was really sick. I wound up missing the 4 August firefight and felt guilty as hell. I was on Yahoo IM with one of my guys literally an hour after it happened. I know you all have read about all the firefights and attacks we were in but missing that one hurt because several were wounded and I wasn't there. I have to carry that forever, especially since Dad turned out fine.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

So Are They Children or Not or What's Good for the Goose...Blah Blah Blah.

I have been seeing many anti-war protests here in the People's Republic of Washington. Many of them have a recurring theme; don't send more children to die in your war.

I have no problems with protests in and of itself. America and any good democracy MUST have rational debate. Now I set you up for failure so just wait.

If the service members going over to Iraq are children and they are dying for nothing why is it that a 15 year-old can get an abortion without parental consent. When are they children and when is it no longer convenient for your politics. You want to teach about "alternatives" to abstinence because they are mature enough but the 20 year-old grown-ass men and women dying are children. You want to give rights to what truly are children but when the Michael Moore's and Al Franken's call for dissent they are children and 15 year-olds can make a rational adult decision about abortion.

I have no issue against legal abortion though I don't agree with it and feel it is a personal responsibility issue. I also have major issues with the war I fought in. But fair is fair.

Stop using ridiculous analogy for your political expediency. If a child is 20 then a 15 year-old needs parental consent. If a 15 year-old can have a parent free abortion then an 18 year-old can willingly join the Army and go to war.

I am sick of guys dying in Iraq and I would love us out, but your arguments will only cause people like me to find ways to make you look even dumber than you do yourselves.

In the end the facts will help more than rhetoric.
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