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| So happy.
My grandpa gave me his Parachute Regiment Beret. Im really proud
that he would give me it, as its such an honour for him to have given
me it. Im bloody stoked. Its over 50 years old, possibly
even over 60 years old, and has been with him to numerous wars and
conflicts.
My girlfriend is the most wonderful person. She wrote me a letter
and it is absolutlely delightful. She also made me a doll or
something which has no mouth. She also bought 2 toys which
represent her and myself. She is so sweet and lovely. I
like her so much. I really should get off my arse and write her a
letter but I have no idea what to write or anything. I really
wish to make her mother happy, as I know it would make my girlfriend
happy...
So happy....
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| My mate is in Iraq or Kuwait right now, im not sure which. Im really worried for him, as although I have known quite a few men who have gone to the Stan or the Sandbox, he is the closest friend to have gone over. I pray for him and I really hope that he comes home OK. Apparently his base comes under attack often. He is there as part of the United States Air Force.
I am saddened greatly due to the great devastation wrought upon by the recent tsunami. This great loss of life brings me to tears and I feel for those who have perished, those who lost loved ones, those who are unsure of the fates of their loves ones, and others who have been affected by this tragedy.
I am proud that the world has come together and helped these people out, but am saddened that some people demand aid from other countries, even going so far as to call them "stingy", and even picking and choosing what aid they will accept, such as Israeli rescue workers being rejected due to some of them serving in the Israeli Military.
I feel kinda guilty too cos right now im so damn happy.
Im so happy because I am dating a girl now. She is my first girlfriend and she is absolutely wonderful. She is soooooooooo cute and lovely and nice and sweet etc etc etc. I like her so much. Apparently we are quite similar, except for the whole gender thing.
I met her at University and we became friends. Her xanga thingamaboby is on my subscriptions list, but its all in chinese. I translated a heap of it into english but it sounds soooooo weird and doesnt make much sense. We only started dating a week ago and it will be hard because we live far far apart, but we will give it our best shot. I really treasure her friendship and I cant think enough about her.
She is an absolutely wonderful person. She makes me so very happy. I smile so much more now, especially when I think about her, which is most of the time. She is better than...*gasp*...ham :O!
Due to the vast spaces between us, we miss each other alot. I miss her so so so much. Everything reminds me of her...well almost everything. Alot of movies and songs remind me of her, and after listenting/watching them, I find myself yearning for her. I dont even look at other girls anymore, because why would I look at anyone else when I have her. I sometimes find myself comparing her to pretty girls, and she undoubtedly trounces them.
I see her wonderful smile in my dreams all the time. Her laugh is joyous and sweet. I just want to hold her close and look deep into her eyes and not say anything, for my eyes shall speak of how much I missed her and care for her.
Wow im so sappy and lame. I better stop before I need to hand over my man card :P | | |
| This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
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| This is one story of many that people normally don't hear, and one that everyone does. This is just one most don't hear:
A
young Marine and his cover man cautiously enter a room just recently
filled with insurgents armed with Ak-47's and RPG's. There are three
dead, another wailing in pain.
The insurgent can be heard
saying, "Mister, mister! Diktoor, Diktoor(doctor)!" He is badly
wounded, lying in a pool of his own blood.
The Marine and his
cover man slowly walk toward the injured man, scanning to make sure no
enemies come from behind. In a split second, the pressure in the room
greatly exceeds that of the outside, and the concussion seems to be
felt before the blast is heard. Marines outside rush to the room, and
look in horror as the dust gradually settles. The result is a room
filled with the barely recognizable remains of the deceased, caused by
an insurgent setting off several pounds of explosives. The Marines'
remains are gathered by teary eyed comrades, brothers in arms, and
shipped home in a box. The families can only mourn over a casket and a
picture of their loved one, a life cut short by someone who hid behind
a white flag. But no one hears these stories, except those who have
lived to carry remains of a friend, and the families who loved the
dead. No one hears this, so no one cares.
This is the story
everyone hears: A young Marine and his fire team cautiously enter a
room just recently filled with insurgents armed with AK-47's and RPG's.
There are three dead, another wailing in pain. The insurgent can be
heard saying, "Mister, mister! Diktoor, diktoor (doctor)!" He is badly
wounded. Suddenly, he pulls from under his bloody clothes a grenade,
without the pin. The explosion rocks the room, killing one Marine,
wounding the others. The young Marine catches shrapnel in the face. The
next day, same Marine, same type of situation, a different story. The
young Marine and his cover man enter a room with two wounded
insurgents. One lies on the floor in puddle of blood, another against
the wall. A reporter and his camera survey the wreckage inside, and in
the background can be heard the voice of a Marine, "He's moving, he's
moving!" The pop of a rifle is heard, and the insurgent against the
wall is now dead. Minutes, hours later, the scene is aired on national
television, and the Marine is being held for committing a war crime.
Unlawful killing. And now, another Marine has the possibility of being
burned at the stake for protecting the life of his brethren. His family
now wrings their hands in grief, tears streaming down their face.
Brother,
should I have been in your boots, I too would have done the same. For
those of you who don't know, we Marines, Band of Brothers, Jarheads,
Leathernecks, etc., do not fight because we think it is right, or think
it is wrong. We are here for the man to our left, and the man to our
right. We choose to give our lives so that the man or woman next to us
can go home and see their husbands, wives, children, friends and
families. For those of you who sit on your couches in front of your
television, and choose to condemn this man's actions, I have but one
thing to say to you. Get out of you recliner, lace up your boots, pick
up a rifle, leave your family behind and join me. See what I've seen,
walk where I have walked. To those of you who support us, my sincerest
gratitude. You keep us alive. I am a Marine currently doing his second
tour in Iraq. These are my opinions and mine alone. They do not
represent those of the Marine Corps or of the US military, or any other.
Sincerely,
> >
> > LCPL Schmidt, USMC | | |
| Bored again...
My friend isnt in Iraq yet. He is still doing some training and then will be send over to the sand box.
Some of my ARFCOM buddies are in Iraq right now. One of them
earned a Purple Heart when a Rocket Propelled Grenade (RPG) exploded
near him and his buddies. He is fine now but got some shrapnel to
his arm. I have a video of the attack, its pretty crazy.
Captain Chontosh was interviewed by various new agencies while in Fallujah. He is doing us proud.
I chatted to Carol's sister via msn yesterday. She is very nice
and funny and is freakishly similar to Carol, except 2 years younger
than her. She apparently thinks im funny and nice too...
Today I felt like doing shots of Southern Comfort but I couldnt find
any normal shot glasses, but I found these huge ones which werent
standard size so I used them instead. I dont know how much soco I
had but I wasnt drunk or anything, then I had a Heineken, which tasted
like crap cos those damn dutch dont know how to brew beer.
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