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here's a few quotes from theSam!!'s leadership on even finding theSoldier in the first place!! -"like searching for a needle in a haystack, during platoon downtime, then I remembered that he's losing weight w/ forced PT, therefore, he's not food restricted anymore, so we headed straight to burgerKing at theWagonWheel foodcourt!!" -as we could plainly see from his dismal PT test scores, Recruiting had a hard time finding Quality!! -"a lot of clicking around!!, then we remembered to take his cigarette lighter, his chapstick and his on-lanyard-to-his-beltloop CHU keys out of his pocket and voila!! It was just the Whif-whif-whif of his of his on-lanyard-to-beltloop Wallet in his OTHER pants pocket!!" -easy to find INformation yet hard to find inFORMATION, and that's just cause he's so damn big yet he'll literally melt away, evaporate, just disappear literally right in front of you when you need volunteers to do work details-yet he'll neve...

MemorialDay 2010 Weekend Yesterday our 2nd Platoon got together for a few hours in the late afternoon to early evening for a cookout, to eat burgers, steak, hotdogs and to drink nearBeer, smoke cigarettes, cigars and pull from theHooka!! As of late, I'm re-assigned to theMayorsCell on FOB WARRIOR, and MayorsCell sent me across base to theAirForceVillage MWR Rec Center. It seems that ever since I came here to Iraq, things haven't gone as expected for me. I find myself being treated like shit for the last 6 months and it affects me negatively, You'd think that such hazing, harassment and bullshit would stop after Basic/BootCamp, but it didn't really begin until I got sent to B Company. I never set out to be a shitbag soldier, I never became one either. I got written up so many times that eventually it all lead to my getting an Article 15 write up, So far, I haven't been judged by the Company Capt guilty or not, but so far, that's what is next is my informal hearin...

"The War Prayer" by Mark Twain It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory which stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts, and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country, and invoked the God of Battles be...