It seems that, with all that’s going on in our Government lately and how appologetic our pResident has become to the rest of the world, that a lot of people have forgotten what happened 8 years ago and what has gone on since. The other day was September 11th and there were many ceremonies and reminders that went on around the nation to help us remember the atrocities that occured that day. Well that’s all fine and good. But…
People have forgotten what has happened since then. The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan have been used to promote anti-war groups’ agendas and used to slam the Bush administration. Some people think that because it’s been almost a decade since any type of attack has happened on our soil, that it hasn’t been real; like it’s all been a dream or some scene from a movie. The predominant sentiment is that it’s all just been a media ploy or just some news story that’s happened thousands of miles away. Well, if you think that then I say fuck you. Sometimes it takes a blunt reminder to force people to remember that we are at war.
Well, here’s just a little reminder.
WARNING!!! Some of the images in these videos are extremely graphic. War is REAL. Don’t watch unless you think you can handle it.
In memory to all of the warriors who have fallen in defense of their country.
Nunquam Indulgeo. Nunquam Alieno.
Never Forgive. Never Forget.
Well I spent the day at the Rifle Qualification Range today.
That was fun.
First of all, let me tell you what a dumbass I am. When I got to Ft. Gordon last year, the Central Issue Facility (CIF) told me that I already had all of the equipment that I’m going to need; so they didn’t give me any. Well, turns out that on numerous occasions I’ve needed a pistol belt. So I decide that because I was going to the range today and the required uniform consisted of a Load Bearing Vest (LBV) I would go hit up CIF to pick up an LBV so that I wouldn’t be out of uniform.
My keen situational awareness and superior intelligence once again comes through for me.
Either I must’ve been thinking about how much I would love to stay at the CIF all day and bask in the warm, glowing hospitality and compassion that the wonderful women who work there dish out or I thought that I had a pistol belt lurking somewhere at home . Either way, I leave CIF with an LBV but without a pistol belt. But hey, at least I have a helmet!
We had to meet up in the B Company motor pool at 0500 hrs this morning. We rolled out at 0530 hrs. The range didn’t go “hot” until around 0800 hrs. My job on this range was as a Range Safety. I got to stand out on the firing line all day while rotation after rotation of firers would file their way onto the line to fire. If someone had a problem, I would signal the tower to pause momentarily while we remedied the problem. On the zero range, the firers shot in sets of three. Then we would walk down to the targets 25 meters away to see how they did. If their shot group wasn’t within a prescribed standard, then adjustments would be made to their weapon and they would try again. In order to move from the zero range to the qualifying range they had to “zero” or put 6 shots within a black silhouette.
The morning time wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t that hot and there was a nice fog that moved in once the sun came up. But when the fog burned away and the day dragged on, that’s when it became a pita to be out there on your feet all day. Some of the firers did pretty well. They would zero their weapons in a short amount of time and move out. Others weren’t so lucky skillful. At one point, one soldier came onto the firing line and immediately I knew this one was going to irritate the shit out of me. She wouldn’t listen to me and she had to stop the entire firing line because I had to crawl into her fox hole to kill a spider. Anyways, she gets maybe 5 shots off and at some point the tower instructs the firers to put their weapons on ‘safe’, drop their magazines and clear their weapons. As soon as I go to check the other firers in my area, a shot rings out from her position. Negligent Discharge. Not good.
So, here I am playing the role of a safety on the range and this broad decides to stick her head up her enormous ass and pull off a negligent discharge. Deciding to not think about my own safety, I rush to her postion, confiscate her weapon and apply the appropriate steps to secure the weapon from firing again. Meanwhile, all of the other firers and safeties are gasping their breaths and frozen with fear as I heroically save the entire lot.
Alright, a little far fetched, I know. But no shit, there I was…..and that shit really did happen. I hope she gets the fullest of UCMJ action. Dumbass.
Well, long story short, it takes me three damn times to qualify with a 30 out of a possible 40. It’s not the best score I’ve ever gotten, but I’ll take it. I’m so tired when I get home that I can barely stand up to make dinner. I was so sweaty that my wife said I still stunk of BO even after I had taken a shower and applied deoderant. Now that’s a hard day’s work!
I can’t wait until the next range.
The teachers told all of the students to write letters to the president to explain how he inspires them. Now, unless you’re a narrow minded liberal and have absolutely no sense of humor, then you would know that this particular letter is what we call satire. But what isn’t funny is that this is probably pretty damn close to reality; escpecially since I’ve seen first hand how some people’s offspring are educated in gubmint schools. (props to Jon Sanders over at AT)
dear presadint obama,
how r u? i hope ur ok. thx 4 speaking 2 us in schl 2day. ms smith sed u wanted 2 no how u enspire us. well its alot!
1 thing u enspird me is 2 get better grades. i told ms smith it ain fair some kids get better grades then others. ms smith is cool she just outta collaj so she sed ok whacha gonna do. i sed we need a grade zar. i dont even no what a zar is but i lernt it from u. ms smith sed thats a grate idea an it correc injustis and so on so she axd me who shud be the grade zar an i was like my buddy brian cuz he smart an stuff.
so we got brian 4 grade zar an then we all got bs cuz the smart kids had 2 give the rest of us there xtra points an my mom was proud of me in schl an its all cuz of u mr presadint.
an whats so funny is some smart kids got jellis an all mad an stuff an there parents took em outta schl an we started making cs. ms smith sed there wasnt enuf points 4 bs an thats when u enspird me agin.
i sed ms smith cain we get grade points from someone els an she sed hmmm ok who u mean an i sed i dont no. but me an brian thot an then we was like we need stimulas 4 grades. so we axd ms smith an she sed thats a good idea 2.
so we got this kid owen 4 stimulas zar an he an ms smith talked an they sed we can get grade points from nex month. so then we all got bs agin but ms smith sed we gonna need 2 work harder nex month cuz we gonna all loose points remember but this wud stimalate us 2 do it cuz we ain gonna get discurraj. an this was good cuz my mom was proud agin.
but the nex month we were all making c minas cuz i dont no but it happen. ms smith was upset cuz she thot she ain making a good classrm envirament an so on. an then i was enspird by u agin.
i told ms smith we needed to fix our envirament and dint presadint obama have a fix kinda like 4 that an she sed well u had carbon credits an i sed maybe something like that? so now we got grade credits an my friend natalie is envirament zar an her job is 2 ax everyone if they needed good grades an if they sed no cuz my mom dont care then they give grade credits to me an natalie an brian an owen an a couple more kids an so we got bs agin. an it dont hurt no one cuz no child lef behind right? lol
but after while ms smith was upset an she sed the bad grades was gettin her in trouble an so she sed we needed more stimulas but she sed this time we really gotta start working harder 4 nex month cuz she dont wanna lose her job ok. so then everyone got bs agin for a while but nex month we got ds an ms smith u cud tell been cryin alot an thats when u enspird me agin. see my brother had this job where he had minimum wage an i remember he was all happy 1 day cuz he herd u got it made a lot bigger which wudda been grate cept he was let go cuz of the econimy.
so i told ms smith we shud have a minimum grade an that it shud be big an she hug me real hard an sed why dint i think of that and well GESS WHAT MR PRESADINT? I’M GETTIN ALL A’S!!!!!
It seems nobody does. Nobody knows what lurks inside of me.
While I was in Iraq I saw a terrible side of myself that really pretty much scared the shit out of me. I was fortunate enough, though to find an outlet where I could lose myself and use all of the catalysts that created that person inside of me to push myself into a new being. I’ve found that it hasn’t gone away. No matter what I do there doesn’t seem to be any relief to subside the thoughts and feelings that remind me of who I am every day. The iron is calling.
Using the cold steel and iron of the gym as a conduit for a release keeps that unkown shadow from reappearing. Externally to other people there might not appear to be a change. But inside, there’s a vicious battle going on between my normal self and the unkown person who is fighting to get out. It’s not like I have split personalities or anything but when I find myself in a certain situation I can’t help but feel the surge of pure, dark, unabashed rage. And nobody knows it.
Going to the gym doesn’t put it away and subdue it. On the contrary, it flourishes and flows through my veins and pushes the cold, heavy iron. It’s symbolic. All of you other weaklings might think that it’s just a phase or a hobby but once again, you don’t know me. It’s turning into an obsession to become a chisled freak of nature. Because that’s what I want. That’s what that shadow inside of me wants.
To see the posers in the gym joking and laughing around pushes it more. To feel the excitement of talking about it to someone who doesn’t understand and then hearing them blowing it off or looking at me like I’m crazy pushes it more. To hear someone ask, “Why?” pushes it more. I can’t answer that. I know why inside of me but you wouldn’t understand. You don’t know me.
So for those who don’t know me, continue to keep asking yourself why I do this. Keep asking yourself why I want to devote my life and my money to something that might seem silly to you. Because nothing is going to change. I’ll still have a burning rage inside of me and you will still question me. Because you don’t know me.