Heartless People
Hey guys,
I am writing you guys again...this time i have some news that is a sad but true fact of war.
We got up early, and started our usual routine of doing those things that you cant really talk about, but if you been up on my blog you know what i mean. So we are up in the air and we listen to Eminem's song Toy Soliders(the pilot picked it, and it was a good song in its own sick twisted fucked up kinda way) with our heads bobbing to the music and the hot desert wind blowing within our face and we make it to our point and our PJs fast line it down via rope from our helo and i provide cover. I hate it when we have to remain idle. We are so prone to those damn RPGs that i hate. Once they make it down to the ground we fly off hard and fast, and we get some small arms fire. I return fire with my .50 cal and the shooting ceases and i see two iraqi men slumped over there cover spots. Damn just 30 seconds ago they were full of life, now they are gone or they are on the way to being gone. The pilot says good lookin' out Hawk, and we move on to our next loc. Some marines are pinned down and they need some help so we are quick to offer help to the USMC(our sisters..lol) and there is a hell of a firefight going on, and we dig in from the air. I lay down cover fire for those guys, some gutsy marine goes and drags his wounded comrade to safety only to fall to a hail of bullets himself, but he gets up and drags em both back to safety before collasping himself. This fight lasted about 6 more minutes and it ceased. We circled around looking for more enemy dummies, and as you prolly guessed, we found some. A guy was in a white truck with a machine gun mounted in the bed. He turned and had his gun pointed in our direction, and i fired hitting him. As he fell backwards, a lady pushed him off of her and there she was holding a kid. We radioed back to the marines that were on the ground and advised them of the situation, and they rushed to the scene to find that the bullet that hit that guy with the gun, passed through him and struck the child in the head. All hell broke loose, and they transported the woman and her child back to the FOB and once we landed, we were all briefed and briefed and this high ranking officer yells and tell us how we are gonna have to pay this iraqi family all this money and we were idoits. He never once said a nice word about this family. He was just worried about what the US was shelling out. I am sorry it happened like that..and im kinda hardened to the face of death and destruction, so i feel compassion but war is war, and if i wouldnt have done that, would i be typing this blog right now? I took 2 lives(one cut really short) but i saved for? Whats the rationale within that? FUCK!!! Somethings within life will never be explained.....Heartless people suck and if i didnt fear severe punishment well....you know
see ya
I am writing you guys again...this time i have some news that is a sad but true fact of war.
We got up early, and started our usual routine of doing those things that you cant really talk about, but if you been up on my blog you know what i mean. So we are up in the air and we listen to Eminem's song Toy Soliders(the pilot picked it, and it was a good song in its own sick twisted fucked up kinda way) with our heads bobbing to the music and the hot desert wind blowing within our face and we make it to our point and our PJs fast line it down via rope from our helo and i provide cover. I hate it when we have to remain idle. We are so prone to those damn RPGs that i hate. Once they make it down to the ground we fly off hard and fast, and we get some small arms fire. I return fire with my .50 cal and the shooting ceases and i see two iraqi men slumped over there cover spots. Damn just 30 seconds ago they were full of life, now they are gone or they are on the way to being gone. The pilot says good lookin' out Hawk, and we move on to our next loc. Some marines are pinned down and they need some help so we are quick to offer help to the USMC(our sisters..lol) and there is a hell of a firefight going on, and we dig in from the air. I lay down cover fire for those guys, some gutsy marine goes and drags his wounded comrade to safety only to fall to a hail of bullets himself, but he gets up and drags em both back to safety before collasping himself. This fight lasted about 6 more minutes and it ceased. We circled around looking for more enemy dummies, and as you prolly guessed, we found some. A guy was in a white truck with a machine gun mounted in the bed. He turned and had his gun pointed in our direction, and i fired hitting him. As he fell backwards, a lady pushed him off of her and there she was holding a kid. We radioed back to the marines that were on the ground and advised them of the situation, and they rushed to the scene to find that the bullet that hit that guy with the gun, passed through him and struck the child in the head. All hell broke loose, and they transported the woman and her child back to the FOB and once we landed, we were all briefed and briefed and this high ranking officer yells and tell us how we are gonna have to pay this iraqi family all this money and we were idoits. He never once said a nice word about this family. He was just worried about what the US was shelling out. I am sorry it happened like that..and im kinda hardened to the face of death and destruction, so i feel compassion but war is war, and if i wouldnt have done that, would i be typing this blog right now? I took 2 lives(one cut really short) but i saved for? Whats the rationale within that? FUCK!!! Somethings within life will never be explained.....Heartless people suck and if i didnt fear severe punishment well....you know
see ya
posted by ME at 5:56 PM
2 Comments:
Nah...in the military, you dont ask questions hehe not a good thing to do in certain cases
You did what you had to do, what you went there to do: to defend and protect your country..ultimately yourselves.
It sucks and that's that. I'm sorry it goes like that. But you're there because of whatever reasons you have..and I wish there was something I could say to make it better. But, there really isn't, right... right.
Hope you have a better day tomorrow,
Haley.
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