Tuesday, December 1, 2015
I'm back! [Finally!]
Wow, it's been awhile since I've been here. Please excuse the dust. I can't say I'll post regularly, but I plan on posting again! Keep your eyes peeled, and your ears and hearts open. Things are about to get rough.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Why don't Kuwait for me? Iraq as soon as I can.
My first post from a foreign country, and when I say foreign, I really mean alien. Being a young man (Please let me keep my illusions) born and living the majority of my life in Utah, this place is... Dead. I know Utah is considered a paradise, but frankly, it is a tropical paradise compared to Kuwait. There is no (and I stress NO) vegetation anywhere in sight. No grass. No trees. There aren't even any weeds! Technically this is my third time here, but somehow I had forgotten what a desolate wasteland this is. Buildings, sand and rock as far as the eye can see (which is pretty far, considering the extreme lack of mountains).
On a brighter note, they just fixed the AC, and I now have power again, so there is something! They also have wi-fi internet that is rather expensive, considering the speeds I am pulling. And even though it is 120 degrees outside, it is a dry heat. I solemnly swear never to complain about the heat again, so long as it is dry. I much prefer the weather outside, to 90 degrees and 80% humidity. Crazy I know, but I prefer to breathe my air, not swim in it. I will never understand why the military thinks it is a great idea to have us train for a desert environment in a humid place. The food is worth the price I paid for it, which is free, but there are other choices, ranging from the likes of KFC and Taco to Baskin Robbins and Starbucks/Green Bean. They also have the most high-class port-o-potties here, complete with tile flooring, and porcelain urinals and toilets, and in this heat, I must say they are a true pleasure to use (To much sarcasm?).
The best part of this short trip through the Devil's backyard, is that even though we will be here for a little over a week, there are only 3 days of training planned, and all of the training could be compressed into 1 day, if not for the heat. Guess I am going to get in a lot of movie time.
Well, the dinner bell is playing (They just played retreat.), so I am going to eat. Take care, all!
On a brighter note, they just fixed the AC, and I now have power again, so there is something! They also have wi-fi internet that is rather expensive, considering the speeds I am pulling. And even though it is 120 degrees outside, it is a dry heat. I solemnly swear never to complain about the heat again, so long as it is dry. I much prefer the weather outside, to 90 degrees and 80% humidity. Crazy I know, but I prefer to breathe my air, not swim in it. I will never understand why the military thinks it is a great idea to have us train for a desert environment in a humid place. The food is worth the price I paid for it, which is free, but there are other choices, ranging from the likes of KFC and Taco to Baskin Robbins and Starbucks/Green Bean. They also have the most high-class port-o-potties here, complete with tile flooring, and porcelain urinals and toilets, and in this heat, I must say they are a true pleasure to use (To much sarcasm?).
The best part of this short trip through the Devil's backyard, is that even though we will be here for a little over a week, there are only 3 days of training planned, and all of the training could be compressed into 1 day, if not for the heat. Guess I am going to get in a lot of movie time.
Well, the dinner bell is playing (They just played retreat.), so I am going to eat. Take care, all!
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Freedom - Poem
Freedom
The crowd gathers, listening,
To those who scream so loud,
About injustice and the war
And how they are not proud
Of the men who went to war
To combat terror's reign.
They sat we have no business there,
That we are all insane.
They burn our Flag, our Banner true,
The symbol of our land,
Not thinking of the millions dead
So that it could stand.
They call our soldiers butchers,
And protest through the night,
Not remembering men have died,
So they could have that right.
They call our country wicked,
And say that we're a shame.
Not thinking that there, people die
For saying Jesus's name.
They call our soldiers evil,
And say they shouldn't fight;
But if everyone had that mindset,
We'd lose our every right.
So think of all the people
Who fought through mud and dust.
And all the unknown soldiers
Who died for “God We Trust”.
You have your freedom easy.
You take it for granted, see,
But remember those who died for you;
Because freedom's never free.
Unknown
The crowd gathers, listening,
To those who scream so loud,
About injustice and the war
And how they are not proud
Of the men who went to war
To combat terror's reign.
They sat we have no business there,
That we are all insane.
They burn our Flag, our Banner true,
The symbol of our land,
Not thinking of the millions dead
So that it could stand.
They call our soldiers butchers,
And protest through the night,
Not remembering men have died,
So they could have that right.
They call our country wicked,
And say that we're a shame.
Not thinking that there, people die
For saying Jesus's name.
They call our soldiers evil,
And say they shouldn't fight;
But if everyone had that mindset,
We'd lose our every right.
So think of all the people
Who fought through mud and dust.
And all the unknown soldiers
Who died for “God We Trust”.
You have your freedom easy.
You take it for granted, see,
But remember those who died for you;
Because freedom's never free.
Unknown
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