<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779</id><updated>2011-11-13T20:36:56.542+03:00</updated><title type='text'>USAF in iraq</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-116861050125308050</id><published>2007-01-12T16:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:01:41.286+03:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY GUYS</title><content type='html'>Well hello to everyone that checks up on me. I am still alive..lol I have just been really busy and i love every minute of it. MY dog is getting really big and i have a girlfriend who hates video games and that sucks becuase i love video games. The air force life is going great and christmas and new years was awesome. CAP and his daughter are doing great. SHe is gonna get tested to see if she should skip a few grades because she is excelling so well in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend is awesome. We have so much fun together and i think that this is the happiest that i have been in a long time. I have gotten to do some fishing and ive kinda gotten use to this place around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i just was checkin in ill try to post more often.. see ya round&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-116861050125308050?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/116861050125308050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=116861050125308050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/116861050125308050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/116861050125308050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-guys.html' title='HEY GUYS'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-115945504084990055</id><published>2006-09-28T18:36:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T18:50:40.953+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know where to start...its been a really long time.</title><content type='html'>Well, i dont reall know how to start. I have gotten lots of emails wondering where i am or if everything is ok and it is. It is awesome.  I have a girlfriend that i care for and love very much who wants to marry me and well i have a dilemma with that. It isnt that i dont want to marry her, it is im not sure if i wanna give her the life that i live. She is ok with it and she is ok with the job and Iraq and me being gone away from her at the drop of a dime, but i dont know if it is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm lets see. I have been playing video games yapping on the phone a usual and being busy. My family is great and healthy and my bad ass dog is ok too. I did get a cat that died and that was pretty sad, but other than that everything is great. Well i gotta run i will blog tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-115945504084990055?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/115945504084990055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=115945504084990055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/115945504084990055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/115945504084990055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-know-where-to-startits-been.html' title='I dont know where to start...its been a really long time.'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-115379777180285348</id><published>2006-07-25T07:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T07:22:51.836+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>Well i havent posted in ages... I have been really busy. I am now in AZ moving to Alaska soon and that is gonna give us some good training. I have a new girlfriend(yet again)...her name is Stephanie and i hope that she will do good. The general has gotten so big. It kinda sucks that he moves everywhere, but i think he is ok with it. Cap and his daughter are great. She starts school in Alaska soon and and i think she will be happy. Her mother has gotten counseling and she is trying to make a true turn around in life.  UMMM lets see.. My grandma is great and still visiting in the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also we are watching the Israeli/Lebanon conflict closely and hoping and praying that we dont have to go over there. That is not a situation that we want to get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well i gotta run ill try to update more often.. see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-115379777180285348?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/115379777180285348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=115379777180285348' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/115379777180285348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/115379777180285348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/07/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-115087027096132513</id><published>2006-06-21T10:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:11:10.990+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>Its a sad day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Pray for the two Privates who died in Iraq. Americans need to come together and realize that this war that we face and the enemy that we face is real. This is new age war.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-115087027096132513?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/115087027096132513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=115087027096132513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/115087027096132513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/115087027096132513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/06/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-115079969949908113</id><published>2006-06-20T14:33:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:34:59.546+04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Soliders Missing In Iraq*</title><content type='html'>Heya guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Just Stepping in here before work... Please say a prayer for the two soliders who are captured or missing in Iraq! They need all the love and support and im happy to see that the media isnt running it into the ground.. Welll gotta go bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-115079969949908113?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/115079969949908113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=115079969949908113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/115079969949908113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/115079969949908113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/06/soliders-missing-in-iraq.html' title='*Soliders Missing In Iraq*'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114990889970562635</id><published>2006-06-10T06:52:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T07:08:19.743+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a long time</title><content type='html'>Hey guys how are you... It has been a long time. I was on a training out of the country. I had the opportunity to train with the Navy Seals and the Army Delta conducting the last phases of drug counter ops in South America. WOW is all i can say. Without giving too much info, i was out there for quite along time. I got the chance to be apart of seizing about 7 million dollars worth of drugs from entering the United States. It was a awesome ride. I have pics that i will get developed and put up, but it was a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that i wanna talk about is the child prostitution. This is sad and ridicoulous. I did not know that child prostitution occured in so many countries and they all arent third world countries. I had the unfortunate occurance of having a young child under 13 ask me for sex for money. I was sooooo mad, yet hurt. This young girls life has been taken away. Her childhood gone. I asked her through a Army Interpretor why she was doing it, and she said it was too feed her family. I gave her 200.00 and told her that she didnt have to do anything. She ran away and told all of the other kids that were involved in that kinda stuff that i was the American who gave free money away. Kids should just be kids... They should not have to live like that.  There goverments dont do a damn thing.  They actually turn there heads. It is sad and sick and it would have been a end to my military career if i would have seen some old fuck picking up a kid for sex.  Oh man it just boils my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I came back home the other day and i saw my grandma whos birthday is tomorrow and i visited with my family and friends. My granny is a trip. At almost 80 years old and the only living child left she still is in good spirits. I hope if i make it to 80 then ill be like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i was very happy that the Air Force dropped those 500lb bombs and got Al Zarqawi! It is Awesome! I hear from people in iraq that he wasnt dead and he tried to run and just died. Now his ass is wondering where the 40 virgins and the mule is. DUMMY! He killed people, beheaded them, raped women and now it is his turn to answer. I was told from a guy who went to the bomb site that he had fear in his eyes when he died. I truly believe that the guy repented for all of his sins before he died. It was that split second that may be the difference between heaven and hell for this guy. However people dont think soo. They think that  i have lost my mind.. I at least hope he did. He was brainwashed however and we will never know, but for him to have fear in his eyes was a good feeling in a odd...sick...twisted..messed up kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i would encourage everyone to write there senators and congressmen regarding this church full of family memebers who send hate messages to military persons who come back home KIA. I better not ever seen those heartless assholes protesting at a military funeral while i am near. That is wrong immoral and they should be dealt with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will see you guys tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114990889970562635?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114990889970562635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114990889970562635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114990889970562635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114990889970562635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/06/been-long-time.html' title='Been a long time'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114757936785558600</id><published>2006-05-14T08:02:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T08:02:47.913+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Just letting everyone know im up and alive and running... ill blog when i get more time thanks for your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114757936785558600?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114757936785558600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114757936785558600' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114757936785558600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114757936785558600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114671288752882567</id><published>2006-05-04T07:01:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T07:21:27.566+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral</title><content type='html'>Well i had the pleasure and the sadness of going to a funeral today. Another kid under 25 dies in Iraq. I worked with the Kid once or twice. He...just like many more people start to make a family..make babies..and live life. These people that have come into the military(the last 20,000) came in the military with the assumption that America was the biggest and baddest fucking country on earth and no one would ever touch us.. not with a 100 foot pole. Well I tell ya what..they were wrong. They are paying for it, and we are kicking ass but the enemy is handing us a fight. A fight that we may be ready for, and a fight that we may not be ready for mentally. Sigh... Sometimes i get off track, but i went to a funeral today. Another kid under 25 with a new wife...a  unborn baby and now a dead husband. So i am at this funeral because he was there... it could have been me.. and well its just the right thing to do. On the way there,  this group of people(protestors to be nice) that held up signs and literature saying that they were happy that a solider died in Iraq and it was gods will. Well first i am angered..then im like why? how? Why lock up Zacarias Moussai and let these fools run free. To interrupt a funeral of someone who has given you the freedom to speak, write, and protest what you feel. A group has the balls  and the gumption to disrespect his family should be dealt with. It just urkes me. I pictured myself i nthat casket with people less than 100 yards away from my body saying i deserved to die, but hating terrorists while promoting terrorism.. hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its jsut crazy...&lt;br /&gt; Also i have gotten numerous emails about letting anon users comment on my blog because people dont want to sign in.. well I will try it again and we will see what happens..nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114671288752882567?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114671288752882567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114671288752882567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114671288752882567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114671288752882567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/05/funeral.html' title='Funeral'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114609841265422557</id><published>2006-04-27T04:39:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T04:40:12.770+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers For Suz</title><content type='html'>This is a post for Suz. I hope that she gets better and all is well with her. I heard that she broke a few bones, was rushed into surgery and is doing quite well now. Everyone please pray for her and her speedy recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114609841265422557?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114609841265422557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114609841265422557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114609841265422557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114609841265422557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/04/prayers-for-suz.html' title='Prayers For Suz'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114601175512311009</id><published>2006-04-26T04:13:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T04:39:18.080+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work..and the joy of it</title><content type='html'>Well today was just another day in the life of an airman i guess. I woke up at 5ish put my uniform on, ate a bowl of captain crunch, fed the dog, fed the cat, and headed in. We got there and theres the new guy. Now let me tell ya about the new guy. This dummy is straight out of the academy(military) and he has only been in the military for about 6 months. Now here is the thing. I went into the military years ago, and some others close to me were in wayyyy before that, and this kid who is 21 damn years old tries to come in and brandish his bars and im supposed to be scared! HA! Heres where the i dont like assholes attitude comes in! I'll give ya just a bit of our convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt: Good morning everyone&lt;br /&gt;US: Morning Sir'&lt;br /&gt;LT: Well we really are gonna have to make some changes around here...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whats wrong sir?&lt;br /&gt;LT: Well when an officer comes into the room with 8 enlisted men and 2 enlisted women, and an officer is greeted like i just was, there is room for change.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did someone say something wrong Sir?&lt;br /&gt;Lt: Boy everything was wrong with you and this crew. You all are supposed to be the cream of the crop of the Air Force and and you all look like you outta be in the Merchant Marines!&lt;br /&gt;TIMEOUT! BOY! WOW! That struck a nerve&lt;br /&gt;Me: With all due respect Sir, we are a tight knit group. We have been a tight knit group for awhile sir and im sorry if we acted out of turn.&lt;br /&gt;Lt: Thats what comes with being told that youre the cream of the crop. They didnt teach us about this in the academy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stands up*&lt;br /&gt;Msgt: Lt.! I suggest you get that academy wire out of your ass before you have one of these men or women jump on your ass and im gonna turn my head! These guys are your lifeline if you havent noticied. I think you need to understand where you are. SO before you open your mouth to anyone of us in a disrestful way, i suggest you go to war, shoot at something living and not take a bath for a week is that understood!&lt;br /&gt;Lt: I beg your pardon, im the Officer here.&lt;br /&gt;Msgt: Im the MSgt who has been in 30 years. Youre walking a thin line young man and youre in way over your head. I sugesst you think about that. Also son, when you go to the Maj. and the Capt. and tell them about me, you will see how much weight the academy has given you. At this stage of the game, you are a replacement. A mere body who is a supervisor who needs the workers to teach him how the game is played. LEarn something Lt.&lt;br /&gt;US: WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say this guy tried to go up the Chain and report the Master Sgt. and he got his ass reamed big time by the real big wigs. Dumb damn kid... Hes the kinda motherfucker who will get me and someone i care alot about coming home in a flag draped casket. When will they learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the dog got into my Mac and cheese that was left over from last nite and apparently dogs like mac and cheese! IS it healthy for them? HMMM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its off to workout... See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114601175512311009?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114601175512311009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114601175512311009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114601175512311009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114601175512311009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/04/workand-joy-of-it.html' title='Work..and the joy of it'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114567887790962663</id><published>2006-04-22T07:55:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T08:07:57.940+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys how are you? Life is good in Tornado Alley:? I think id rather survive a hurricane or get scared by one, rather than worry about twisters and what they could do to you. While up in the midwest, the newscaasters always talked about the possibilites. It was just a uneasy feeling. Me and the animals have been ok. They are finally adjusting to moving and being in a new place, but it will be time to shift off again and move again. I have been on the go now for over 15 days with no more than 5 hours of sleep. I am in crash mode, but i never make it there. I keep runnin but i never stop and catch my breath. Man we are making so many damn enemies in this world until it is gonna be thing in 2008 when we get a new Prez.  I think that the 08 Prez is gonna be a woman and bring change, but i also think that with all of these enemies that we dont have the resources or people to police the world like we used. Sometimes i think this damn military may just be the death of me. I wont get out.. I wont leave.. Im here. Stuck running and not catchin my breath. Im not complaining, just stating a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Also i would like to thank Marv, Pilot Mom and Wegrit for the kind words and emails that were sent. They are awesome. I also have a blogger who wants to make world famous cookies and ship them to the base, but the world famous recipe would be better.. Then i could make them whenever i want! J/k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is late and i have to get to bed. I would post more but i just cant. I can only see how my friends blogged my every word in Iraq. This is work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well until i write againnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114567887790962663?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114567887790962663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114567887790962663' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114567887790962663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114567887790962663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-guys-how-are-you-life-is-good-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114482963563670735</id><published>2006-04-12T11:35:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:13:55.666+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelming Support</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I would like to thank you all for your overwhelming support with my last blog..on and off the blog. It meant alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had the chance to meet up with some other military bloggers and i think we are gonna have some good stories and photos to share coming up real soon. We are a dedicated group of people who arent in it for movies(which will come out soon) money or fame. It is just the real life story of  men, women and dogs who have been to war and how it has changed there life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as work goes, it went well! I have been having fun...ive been enjoying the midwest polluted air and the crazy drivers and massive people with road rage.  I also have had the chance to take the general to a military vet and he didnt like that much. That was the first time that i have seen him growl... I mean hes all bark and no bite but it was funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His health is good my health is good and life is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The "new chick" and i are going sloooooooooooooow but good at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its 0315 so i gotta runn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114482963563670735?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114482963563670735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114482963563670735' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114482963563670735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114482963563670735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/04/overwhelming-support.html' title='Overwhelming Support'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114437849988727569</id><published>2006-04-07T06:37:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T06:54:59.943+04:00</updated><title type='text'>()()()()()()()()()()</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, sorry that i have been posting alot. I have had a psycho ex blogger from back in the day filling my email with nothing but bullshit hate messages and it got to the point where i had to take it to the next level and actually act a complete ass! I mean i love women to death and i think women are the most precious gift on earth, but when i have to contact civilian law enforcement to get people to just leave me alone it just sucks.. but im glad its over. This particular person disrespected me, the blog, this country and everything. Sometimes it takes a while for people to show there true colors. This particular person took me off of there blog, and had her followers(blog groupies) follow with her, but she continues to look at my blog on a daily basis and email me with disrespectful and distasteful comments. Its sad, but people are people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i had some buddies from Washington come over to the midwest and we went out tonite and had some drinks and steaks. The bill was 156 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i would like to say thank you bunches to Wegrit for the email that was sent. It was a sad case but true. Alot of people get out of the military after war and they dont get the treatment that they recieve for the things that they have seen or heard or witnessed in war. They keep them bottled up inside and things just go ape shit. I know vets who cant get jobs now, but have served there country and they turn to drugs and alcohol and pills. I can only hope to wegrit that this guy that she ran across gets help and he deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that i have been working in the warly mornings and i have been coming home late at night. I wish that i could be around the General more and spend more time with him and it kinda sucks well..thats life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well see ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To all of the shit starters who continue to read my blog and email me with dumb stuff, just stop. You have a choice..read the blog or dont read the blog. Its a choice. If you dont like it, dont read it...It makes no sense to read it and hate the blog.. Save yourself and save me some trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114437849988727569?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114437849988727569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114437849988727569' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114437849988727569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114437849988727569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='()()()()()()()()()()'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114369572601722341</id><published>2006-03-30T08:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T08:15:26.126+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MARV</title><content type='html'>Hey guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to MARV! She was awesome... I imed Marv the other day and i told her about a emergency problem that i had dealing with creating a website for a church... Well Marv going into it blind, created a awesome website..put up tabs on the website, posted a message board.. and she still isnt through! I told Marv that im gonna pay her, but she doesnt want anything but she deserves it, and she is gonna get it. MArv is awesome with the camera and the web design. She is great!!! If anyone hasnt taken a look at Marv and her pics please do so and have your friends look too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Big Thanks to MArv!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114369572601722341?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114369572601722341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114369572601722341' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114369572601722341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114369572601722341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/03/marv.html' title='MARV'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114351719369967570</id><published>2006-03-28T06:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T06:39:59.626+03:00</updated><title type='text'>posting has been hard</title><content type='html'>Hey guys how are you... posting has been hard lately. The goverment has had me stretched in 99 differnt directions and my grandma recently made it out of surgery and well i even had a little bit of romance in my life. Now that just mixes it all up if ya ask me. How do i start.... Well lets see.. the goverment has had me going from place to place. I was on the west coast for about 2weeks..then i was in the midwest...then back to louisiana, but my stuff is up in Indiana where i am now. My poor doggie has been all over the United States and i think that my doggie is getting used to living the rock star life. Yea we call it the rock star life when we move so much.  I have been doing everything from paperwork, to admin work to knock down drag out desert field ops. Honestly, i am tired. I am rough, rugged and raw. Tonite i slept in the damn tub up here in Indy for about a hour and a half and i didnt even know i was sleep. I am just exhausted.  I am past exhausted. I am running on empty two tanks ago. I sleep very little and i work alot. I am not a coffee drinker, so the people around Indy are wondering how im still standing. Maybe its just one of those things ya know. Kinda unexplained. I look at Iraq and the shape that we are in, and im just amazed at how i made it out alive. People like Holli and Suz and Mamma Erin now how it was. I ran on little energy and i made it. Even though Holli dislikes me and Erin and the crew doesnt respond to me anymore due to the things that happened a while ago between Holli and i, they are a part of my life.  Well they were from the start, but they departed for there own reasons. I sit back and reflect and look at the fact that some true hard core friends are there. Man i have never ever ever met Suz, Wegrit or Mamma...and even Pilot Mom before, but just seeing there name on aemail is like having a piece of chocloate cake when your on a diet. It just makes you feel good. I thank them for that. Suz, Wegrit and Mamma can never be repaid for the debt that i owe them. They trully brought me home. Home in one piece. Just like a rock star, we military people have tons of friends or so called friends that come and go, but people like those three that i just named have been there through it all and i can never thank them enough. I wish that one day that i could just meet em and tell them thank you. Without them, i wouldnt be able to write this here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as granny goes, she is doing awesome. Man shes a trooper. She bounces back from anything. I hope she lives to be a hundred. One of the true things that i want, is to give her a grandbaby. I know she wont be around for long, but i hope and i pray that i can give her that. I mean she is my grandma.  I would do anything for her. She is just awesome. For the people who read my blog(some respond on the blog and some respond email) you know how she was. *smile* She is just awesome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the love life romance goes...well it goes... I thought for a little while that i would get back with the girl who kinda sorta lied to me about valentines, but i just realized that you cant make people want what you want. They have to want it because it is what they want. So i gave up on that. I mean she is cute and sexy and her body is just....*drools* but if she dont want what i want then its all null and void. So i went out on a couple of dates and i found this chic by the name of elizabeth to be pretty intresting. I am tired of being hurt, and well i guess we will see what happens from here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all of your support&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114351719369967570?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114351719369967570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114351719369967570' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114351719369967570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114351719369967570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/03/posting-has-been-hard.html' title='posting has been hard'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114239519450292829</id><published>2006-03-15T06:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T07:02:19.173+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for not posting, imma get back to normal</title><content type='html'>Hey guys how are you... I am back and my grandma was great thru surgery and she is still kickin at 76ish!  i hope i have the energy like that when i am that old.&lt;br /&gt;The General is fine too..growing up! I am dreadking this training in Phoenix Az so much til it just buggs me, but i gotta go... Well ill be back tomorrow and ill blow more, but i need a haircut im hungry and i smell bad..hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114239519450292829?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114239519450292829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114239519450292829' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114239519450292829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114239519450292829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorry-for-not-posting-imma-get-back-to.html' title='Sorry for not posting, imma get back to normal'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114196747268736345</id><published>2006-03-10T08:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T08:11:12.733+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, i am here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Man i gotta blog more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just giving a update.. my grandma was supposed to have knee replacement surgery on tomorrow, but they moved it to Tue.  I hope all goes well.. I am in the process of moving to a new base up North, i gotta head to Arizona next week for a training with the Coast Guard and Navy for a week and a half and fill it in with my grandma eating, sleeping and just doing normal stuff... Welll see you guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114196747268736345?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114196747268736345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114196747268736345' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114196747268736345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114196747268736345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/03/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114179511868821541</id><published>2006-03-08T08:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:19:36.716+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Roughin It</title><content type='html'>hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is WOW! The overwhelming emails and stuff was just WOW! You guys care alot and i should pay more attention to you guys via the blog. I must say.. i love you guys like family. Thank you more than i can ever say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to me and what i have been doing... Well i have been moving to another base. I was initially supposed to be going to the Ga area, but i took a assignment in the midwest. It was a move that i made in error, but im gonna take it. It isnt gonna be that long, so i guess ill brave it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been visiting with my grandma.. she is gonna have knee replacements this friday. Wow i can remember when she was taking care of me...now im taking care of her. Life is just precious i guess... i ca remember fishing with her, and getting on her nerves and all the love. Now the love is getting returned and she deserves it. I remember christmas...new years... birthdays. I get sad when i think that one day she wont be there. She will be up in heavan...she will be gone. I cant see life without granny. She is the one who can say any and everything and its alright. She is almost 80 years old. Thats a long time.. she has been through a host of presidents, the civil rights area...many wars...equal rights for women and now here we are in 2006 and shes kickin like shes 20. I get teary eyed just watching her cook and clean and just be a granny. I sat with her the other day for about 2 hours and i just listened. I need to buy a tape recorder... This new generation of kids.. i dunno what they have, but its differnt. Grannies are like 30 years old now.. What do they know.? I dunno thats a whole nother blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are great and i think you should know it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114179511868821541?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114179511868821541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114179511868821541' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114179511868821541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114179511868821541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/03/roughin-it.html' title='Roughin It'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114066813700371007</id><published>2006-02-23T07:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T07:15:37.096+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The General got into the Toilet Paper</title><content type='html'>Today... i am mad. The General has gotten into the Toilet paper and i came home from a long day at work and had toilet paper strewed everywhere! WHY! Why didnt the cat protect the precious toilet paper? Not only did he tear up the TP(toilet paper) but he ripped it into shreds. Sigh... Damn dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today, i ran like hell! I ran until i threw up and ran some more. Thats always good.  There was this new kid by the name of Crotz that ran with us today. Well he was a ex marine and i must say that he disgraced the ever populous reputation of the marines today. He was so out of shape to be fresh out of basic training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life is good and im blessed...catch you guys later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114066813700371007?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114066813700371007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114066813700371007' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114066813700371007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114066813700371007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/02/general-got-into-toilet-paper.html' title='The General got into the Toilet Paper'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-114030614802453409</id><published>2006-02-19T02:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T02:42:28.026+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow things have changed....</title><content type='html'>So how are you guys doing... i havent posted in ages.  I am back now. Hmm lets see i am blessed. I am happy to be here and my life looks pretty good! Valentines day was crappy because (we wont say her name) just bold faced lied to me about sending a gift when i didnt ask for one, and i sent her a really nice gift. So i just let that one go.. Hmm i am really starting to see what the women go through with crappy men. I mean why lie? Most people lie about something that has a meaning...but to lie for no reason! It is just stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the general is fine.. he is growing and he is a happy pup and the cat continues to let him know who is boss. I had this really cute chic from Germany find intrest in me. I LOOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEE German women. They are so cool. Nothing against american women, but whoo. It gives me chill bumps. I am very aprehensive about talking to a women. I was sort of withdrawn with talking to "the valentines day massacaer" but i did it anyway. I am a guy who steps out on faith and tries things. Sometimes i fall on my face, and sometimes i make it. Its all leraning lessons in life. Also i have stopped my chik fil a run!  Ok im joking but hey! Still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that things are good. I am gonna get back to blogging and im gonna try to work less and less. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im back and i missed you guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-114030614802453409?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/114030614802453409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=114030614802453409' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114030614802453409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/114030614802453409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/02/wow-things-have-changed.html' title='Wow things have changed....'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113978208554577136</id><published>2006-02-13T01:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:08:14.340+03:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>Hey guys how are you. I had a very boring weekend! I was supposed t ogo fishing, but the wind was too high and it was bitterly cold. ON sunday i attended a church that a friend asked me to go to and that was that. I havent had a boring weekend like that in ages. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya round&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113978208554577136?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113978208554577136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113978208554577136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113978208554577136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113978208554577136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113946239168736384</id><published>2006-02-09T08:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T08:19:51.756+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In response to everyone</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all of your posts on and off the blog. Ya know you guys are awesome! I know you guys are awaiting the results of the h2h combat against the women. Well i am proud to say that she hits really hard, but i prevailed! I kicked her arse. She was a trooper though. She hit me with a swift kick to the side of the neck, a stomp to the back and 3 to the face. :/ I was able to overcome it and subdue her, restrain her and simulate a fatal move. It was classic! People at work had bets going on with other people that i would get my arse kicked... i guess some lost and some won.. The lesson learned was never underestimate the power of a women.. She gave me the look before we started which was pretty intimiadating..but hey im Hawk~ i won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i took CAPS kid to the imax discovery center and she had a blast. we watched 3d fighter jets which she loved, and we also watched a rainforest movie in 3d which was awesome! she had a blast. I took the general out for a walk today and hes finnaly lifting his leg! YESSSSS! Hes a man :) well ill post pics asap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love u guys.. u make fighting for a country worth it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113946239168736384?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113946239168736384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113946239168736384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113946239168736384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113946239168736384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-response-to-everyone.html' title='In response to everyone'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113936850671874931</id><published>2006-02-08T05:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T06:15:06.946+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A intresting day</title><content type='html'>Hey guys whats up! How are you guys..good i hope! I went to work today, dropped off my uniforms in the cleaners to immediately get dirty, and i got a call on my cell phone. It was CAPS daughter. She wanted to spend the nite with me and the General. I agreed and she came over about 6pm and we watched T.V. and she said she wanted to talk. So she looked at me with those pretty eyes and said Uncle Hawk, how come i cant have a momma like everyone else has? I said what do you mean baby? She said why cant my momma be like my daddy? I explained to her that everyone is differnt and her momma loves her alot.  So she shrugged it off and went to play with the General. Now i have had his ass for weeks now and he listens when he wants to, but when she talks to him, he never disobeys a command. How that happens ill never understand. So she said she and the general wanted to make a pallet and lay on the floor. I was cool with that until she asked me. She took the remote and turned to scooby doo. Now i like scooby doo. So i had her laying on my chest and the general up my arse. Then she said something that was kinda differnt. She said i love you uncle hawk.. youre the best. I said what do you men sweetie. She said.. im the only girl who has a uncle who bought me a dog, and a trampoline...and will go to chukie cheese with me. We always talk abot anything and i have even seen you cry... Daddy says it takes a real mans man for a man to cry in public uncle hawk. I love you and my daddy. I love my daddy more thoguh uncle hawk but i still love you too ok. I laughed and said ok sweetie.  she laid there about 30 mins and her and the general were asleep. I picked her up and put her in my bed, and with the way that her, the General and the cat(who may be preggers) took over the bed i may have to find another place to sleep.  I sat here as i was restoring my desktop comp because it wanted to suck..i was like wow. I cant wait til i have kids. I mean i could do without throw up that suz has dealt with for like a month, or other peopel that i know..but i love kids to death. To have a kid of my own with my own dna running around would be heavan in a sense. I would be like super dad. Not the kinda dad who embarrasses but the cool dad. You know the one who is hip to all the music and the clothes and stuff.. SUPER DAD. Thats my dream. one day with a beer in one hand and story coming out of my mouth about the past, it will be a great day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in other news, i watched the funeral of Coretta Scott King and the funeral even with it political agendas was awesome. I think she is the supermom. To raise for kids, fight for womens rights and eqaulity is just awesome. She will be greatly missed and her daughter was brilliant at her euology today. RIP Coretta Scott King!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh one more note.. i go to a "refresher course" thats voulntary in hand to hand combat, and ironically it will be against a woman. Now this isnt a ordianry woman, this is a woman who is advanced in alof ot techniques and martial arts.  Hopefully she will take it easy on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113936850671874931?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113936850671874931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113936850671874931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113936850671874931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113936850671874931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/02/intresting-day.html' title='A intresting day'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113925037336506480</id><published>2006-02-06T20:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:26:13.910+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Im BACKKKKKKk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey guys how are you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First off id like to say thanks for all the emails asking if everything was ok because i wasnt on the blog and email. That was nice. Things have been hetic but great with me.  I have been working 12+ hours a day, fishing and going to to court with CAP. For people that dont know,  family court mixed with divorce court is freakin hectic. The judges did not want to give CAP custody at first, but the finally turned it around after overwhelming evidence against the mom. I mean shouldnt neglect and being naked on webcam be enough to let the dad have custody? The legal system here is crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Also i am glad that the judge in Vermont changed the sexual rapists sentence from 60 days to 3 to 10 years. He will prolly only get 3 years for it, but at least it aint 60 days. I feel so bad for the little girl. I heard that the girl was poor and that it was one of the motivating factors that contributed to the severity of the case! That sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Also i have been fishing alot lately when i get a free moment..do any of you guys eat crappie, white perch or stripped bass?  Ill send em to ya, because i have wayyy too many and i dont eat fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh.. the General is great too. We had to have a discussion about chewing on toilet paper and shoes! The cat helps me keep him in line :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ahhh as for the woman news... Now this is where i need help from all the women of the blog. Ok.. I mentioned SC before in the blog, and i just have some issues.  Ok so she is older than me.. she has been married before and she has a kid. I have no problem with that, but i have noticed that a women who has been married before is and acts totally differnt than a woman who has never been married.. Why is that? Its not a bad thing, but defienatly something that i have never experienced before.  Like for instance, if we want to go somewhere or do something we have to talk about it instead of being spontaneous all the time. I mean i guess i understand her point, but in the military  i have been spontaneous for a long time. I guess its a part of my life.  I asked a Commander abotu this and this is how it went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Maj can i talk to you for a second?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: Sure hawk whats up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Well Sir, theres this lady..(then i get off cut off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: Sit down Hawk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: yes Sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: whats the problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Well sir, im having a bit of trouble.. I have been all over the world using force ranging from love to deadly force. Ive had to investigate and problem solve and do all of the things neccessary to get things right, but i cant understand the workings of a woman. I am stumped Sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj; Son that secret will never ever ever come to light. I have been married for over 18 years and i dont know yet. I am not even close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Sir did you try to find out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: I did son,  but i quit 23 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Did you give up sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: I didnt give up son.. you just get confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Confused sir? :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: Confused. About as confused as a bloodhound on the trail of a esacped prisoner who loses the scent with clues on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: So what do you do Sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: Son you stop fighting it. Any man knows after time that the women run shit. When ever you go to a married couples house, thats her domain! Thats the real military and you are just a solider in her Army. You need to get with the program son! Women run this damn world and there isnt anything that you can say do or research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Umm..Sir..you feeling ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: Never could be better son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Soooo basically just roll with the flow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj you have no choice son. Hell my wife is mad at me and she yells at me without talking. She looks at me with those eyes, and i feel like im staring down the barrel of a .50 cal with nowhere to run. Shit ive been tip toeing around the house for days, and bringing flowers and candy. Hell after about 6 years that stopped. She just eats the candy and still yells at me without speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Sir how does someone yell at you without speaking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: Son as men, we will screw up with the women. All married men do. In my case i forgot to do something and she tore me a new asshole and im on the silent treatment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;me: Silent treatment Sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maj: yup. These are the times that i dont forget to take out the trash, i get this feeling to just wash dishes and  i always say extra sweet nothings to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: So how do you get out of it Sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: Well sonyou never get out of it, you just roll with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: With all due respect Sir im confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj; Son this lady is 4 years older than you and its gonna be harder. She will always expect something more than what you have done regardless of if you done all you can do or not. The only advice that i can tell you is to make sure that you cross all t's and dot all i's. It isnt a fun thing to be in the crosshairs of a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Sounds like some scary stuff Sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: *listening as phone is ringing on speaker phone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: Hi hunny, how is your day going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj-Wife: I am good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: Yes i was thinking of you sweetie and i just wanted to tell you that i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj-wife: I love you too, but all this sucking up isnt gonna work. However the box of chocolates you just sent hit the spot darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj; So how about..*cut off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maj-wife: Outback steakhouse is fine... ill meet you there at 6pm and then we will go to the water park after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: I love you hunny. You took the words right out of my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj-wife: well i gotta go i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: love you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: See son! i didnt even have to say anything and she knew what my "fixes" were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Fixes sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: yes flowers, candy, dinner, romantic walks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Ohhhh, but how did she know? Do you often go down this road?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: Oh no son, this is worse than survial school in Washington.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me; Oh jesus that is rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Sir can i help you in your situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: im ok son, just remember... any woman that can yell at you with out talking, or can cut you down with those eyes at times as if they were razor blades is a women who can be there with you through thick and thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: ok sir, ill try to remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maj: son please rememebr that. I dont think you can takea beating like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: sir i dont think i can..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maj: see ya later son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me; Good day sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So i leave outta there confused as hell! Im like who wears the freggin pants? Is it interchangeable? I mean outback flowers candy is alot..but she already knew it before he said it! WOW i think she should be working for the goverment with those kinda skills! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So here are my questions for you married, divorced,Long termers or anyone who knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) Can you really yell at a guy without saying a thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2) How do you cut someone down with your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3) are you willing to share this secret?&lt;br /&gt;4) How come guys cant give the stare of death or yell without saying a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5) If any of you ladies do 1 of the 4, im now afraid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; See ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113925037336506480?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113925037336506480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113925037336506480' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113925037336506480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113925037336506480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-backkkkkkk.html' title='Im BACKKKKKKk'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113834505153605820</id><published>2006-01-27T09:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T09:57:31.730+03:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy friday with a twist</title><content type='html'>hey guys.. i went into work around 3am and didnt get off officially until after 12midnight. I am beat. My day tomorrow is officially supposed to be my weekend. I hope that SC and i can have fun... The general is getting big! I love him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is the post for crazy friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start this post, I vow I will not make any jokes using the word &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060126/ap_on_fe_st/fake_passenger;_ylt=Avk6cp3vMORtiWOyPIFBi1DtiBIF;_ylu=X3oDMTA5aHJvMDdwBHNlYwN5bmNhdA--" target="new"&gt;“dummy.”&lt;/a&gt; It is the most overused pun since “Poker? I hardly know her!”.&lt;br /&gt;WESTMINSTER, Colo. (AP) - A motorist was arrested Thursday for driving in a high-occupancy vehicle lane with a mannequin dressed to look like a passenger, police said.&lt;br /&gt;Investigators said Greg Allen Pringle, 53, was the only human in the car. HOV lanes are open only to buses, motorcycles, vehicles carrying two or more people or hybrid vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;Officer Mark Watters said Pringle was southbound on U.S. 36 between Boulder and Denver. Watters said the mannequin was dressed in a gray sweat shirt and a baseball cap.&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be another first. The one and only time that a man has been arrested for using a dummy in public and he WASN’T caught having sex with it.&lt;br /&gt;For his crimes, Pringle got slapped with a $115 fine, public humiliation and a weekend in beautiful Guantanamo Bay! Bon voyage, enemy combatant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113834505153605820?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113834505153605820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113834505153605820' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113834505153605820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113834505153605820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/01/crazy-friday-with-twist.html' title='crazy friday with a twist'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113825121855195886</id><published>2006-01-26T07:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:53:38.666+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Been vacationing and stuff</title><content type='html'>hey guys..its only like 1 day left until i meet with SC! Iam excited. I took the general to the store with me, and he was a good boy. I think that the at is pregnant which is not good but i guess i will manage. I think i am gonna have a damn zoo around here if i dont get stuff snipped zipped and tied... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i just had a general questions for every one that was presented to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you remember your first love? If so have you seen them once you got older, and how was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What did you envision your life to be in 2006 about 10 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Does anyone want a kitty on the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113825121855195886?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113825121855195886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113825121855195886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113825121855195886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113825121855195886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/01/been-vacationing-and-stuff.html' title='Been vacationing and stuff'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113799335683902984</id><published>2006-01-23T08:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T08:15:56.913+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Life</title><content type='html'>Well im here and i made it another weekend, thanks be to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed. I sat here and a show came on msnbc about  7 guys who went to iraq and one died and 4 were disfigured. Wow! I came back from iraq without a scratch. A whole lot of close calls, but not a scratch. Not a surgery...not a broken bone...nothing. It was something... to actually take a life. To see bullets and traser fire liteerally cut people in half and they live and ask you to shoot them because of the pain and agony and you dont because you dont want to be cruel, but in a way you are is just...well speechless. Times are tuff. I did alot in iraq. I wore alot of hats. I wasa investigator, a coroner, a Dr.Phil kinda guy..hell  i was everything. I have a guy like CAP who breaks all military rules and laws about enlisted guy hanging out with officers and it means something.  High Rankers are hinting about another stint in Iraq or Afghanistan. Boy i love my job, but i often wonder. I had people like Suz, Holli,haley,Erin...they helped me out while in iraq. Although Suz is the only one from that bunch who still blogs, i often wonder about thr toll and effect that it takes on you true bloggers. I watched the news today about the two mines who died. I felt compelled to do something. I only can imagine what you went through. Now i have whislter, Suz, Marv, Pilot Mom... and i dont want any disgrace or sadness in your life, but it happens. I wanna thank you for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, i have like 5 days til ivacation with SC! She is cool, but demanding. She is cute, but she wants alot. Not that i cant do it, it is just differnt. it is one of those things. She is a bit older than me, and i guess she is settled in her ways! Well i hope things go well! See ya laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113799335683902984?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113799335683902984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113799335683902984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113799335683902984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113799335683902984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/01/real-life.html' title='Real Life'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113777384516722244</id><published>2006-01-20T19:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:17:25.250+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok..crazy post friday and please pray for those miners who are trapped</title><content type='html'>hey guys i decides to post again..fir two reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) we need to pray for those 2 miners that are trapped and hope we have a better outcome than the sago mine tradegy. These guys are heros and there work keeps this country running :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i figured that most ppl do half naked thur(which i wont do) or soemthing like that so i decided to do crazy story friday... i was reading a article and this is what i came across.. what a idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRINGFIELD, Ill. - Bad idea: fleeing from police in a stolen car. Terrible idea: fleeing in a stolen lawn mower. But that’s what police say a “happy drunk” did, a decision that landed the suspect back in prison for violating his parole. Police say they got a tip about a stolen riding lawnmower. When they investigated, they spotted a man driving across a cornfield near Springfield. “I happened to be driving south when the call went out, and lo and behold, off to the west there was this man bouncing through the cornfield with his ponytail flopping in the breeze,” said Kurt Taraba, a police officer in the suburb of Southern View. Sangamon County Sheriff’s Deputy Jim Tapscott said authorities set up a perimeter while he and another deputy drove into the field to talk to the lawnmower driver. They identified themselves and told him to stop, but he allegedly tried to drive off. “I thought, ‘You’re on a riding mower, and we’re in a car,’” Tapscott said with a laugh. “He was only going four or five miles per hour, so I got out and jogged alongside him.” The driver finally stopped when police threatened to stun him with a Taser. Police arrested Charles H. Carter, 45, and returned him to the Illinois Department of Corrections. Carter was wearing an ankle monitor because he’d been on home confinement. The Prisoner Review Board will decide whether he goes back on parole or remains in prison to serve the rest of his two-year sentence for theft. Deputies have been unable to determine who owns the Craftsman mower. They said Carter had a handwritten bill of sale for it, but was unable to tell them where it was purchased or provide any other details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113777384516722244?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113777384516722244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113777384516722244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113777384516722244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113777384516722244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/01/okcrazy-post-friday-and-please-pray.html' title='Ok..crazy post friday and please pray for those miners who are trapped'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113776581441665730</id><published>2006-01-20T16:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T17:03:36.450+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin</title><content type='html'>hey guys how are you.. The General and i have been just having fun. I took him to the flight line yesterday and the B-52's scared the hell out of him, but i think he will get used to it. I have 7 days until i go on a vacation and me and SC are gonna go have some fun! I also figured that since Suz ordered CAP to throw a nice heap of ice cold water on me while i was in iraq dreaming of the States.  I figured that maybe if igrew enough balls, that i would have Suz order me t odo it to SC! That way i can say Suz told me to do it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think i may go fishing this weekend and have some fun.. well i gotta run see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113776581441665730?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113776581441665730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113776581441665730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113776581441665730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113776581441665730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/01/chillin.html' title='Chillin'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113742699282120968</id><published>2006-01-16T18:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:56:33.380+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Day not going good</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! My day isnt going good this morning. I dropped my cell phone in the sink(waste of taxpayers dollars), but im ok. I have so much to do today! I need to clean the house, give the cat and dog a bath... clean my car go to the Martin Luther King Ceremony and hopefully by then my day will start to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess the cell phone was no longer meant for me. In other news, if you guys havent used turbotax online for your taxes do it! It is so good. I have used them for years and i love them. They check for errors and they directly deposit the cash into your account for about 40 bucks! Better than a hundred or two for rapid refun or whatever... So use them! I am going to get a nice refund ya know because of all of the donations and stuff i do during the year and i think ill donate some more when i get it. I also have to go and get the General a Air Force Flight Uniform. IF anyone comes across one for a dog let me know! :) AHHH the power of writing i feel better already! Now only if the air force will take it that i have dropped another cell phone in water that costs over 600 smackers! HMMM Now for all the people who signed a petition trying to get the blog shut down, i urge you to pick up your pens and petition that i am a nice guy and i dont need to be bitched out because i dropped a 600 dollar phone in the water! We have one signature.... ME!!!!!!! LOL Sorry... I can never stay in a sour mood for long...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess i will go hop in the shower and take apart my phone while im in there. Maybe my manly skills will be able to fix it! Well i know it wont happen but im taking it apart anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yall later and the General says Hi too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113742699282120968?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113742699282120968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113742699282120968' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113742699282120968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113742699282120968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-not-going-good.html' title='Day not going good'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113737533505562829</id><published>2006-01-16T03:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T04:35:35.230+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Comes To A End</title><content type='html'>Hey guys how are you.I hope your weekend went well. I went a picked the General up from CAPS house and he is home and the cat had to welcome him home with a few whacks about the face. Just to let him know whos boss! So after that, i went to the store picked up some groceries and i had to stop by chik fil a. I am a lean mean fighting machine now, but i think when i get 40 all of this eating is gonna catch up to me. I have a high metabloism and it is just reaking havoc right now. Sometimes i go through these spurts. Well after that i grilled some awesome pork chops and drank a ice cold bud light. Oh... the friend taht was gonna come down didnt come down because of the cat..hahahaha Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i have been sitting here getting my clothes ready for tomorrow. I have been invited to a Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial Service and i think it will be cool. Dr.King was a awesome guy who stood up for alot and each year it is a learning experience. About 5 years ago i had the opportunity to meet Dr.Kings Family. It was a humbling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this week... i also went to church. That was a...a... well experience. I grew up going to church when i was a kid, but after coming back home and going there and just closing my eyes and praying... I felt better. Ya know out of all of the times that i have been to iraq and abroad, i have yet to cry.  Some docs say it is normal and some say it isnt. I guess i just can handle extreme circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the general and i are here chilling out drinking beer watching tv typing on the computer andjust having a good time! Well i guess i will get back to you tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya and thanks for being supportive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113737533505562829?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113737533505562829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113737533505562829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113737533505562829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113737533505562829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend-comes-to-end.html' title='Weekend Comes To A End'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113726774531844277</id><published>2006-01-14T22:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:42:25.446+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing..The Homeless Guy and the General is gone</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.. well the General and I woke up around 630 and i decided to go fishing. On the way to the lake, i dropped the General off at CAPS kids house and then i had to go and eat some breakfast and on to the lake. Well i stayed there until about 1230 and i only caught two fish so i decided to come back home. I jumped in the shower started to clean and then i realized that i needed to go out to get some cleaning supplies for the bathroom. Well as i was driving, i saw this old guy with one arm holding a sign that said Hungry God Bless. That really kills me. I mean in this country we can help other countries and give money and aid to them, but we cant even help our own homeless people. So i detoured off to Burger King grabbed the guy a 5 piece chicken nugget and a water and i circled back around and gave it to him. Now this guy was really hungry. He walked over to me took the food, told me thank you, and by the time he got back on the sidewalk, he was through with the chicken nuggets. I said that i would go back and check on the guy tomorrow. I told CAP about it and he wants to try to help the guy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In other news, i am having a friend come down from New Orleans today and we are gonna go out and proabaly catch a movie and or sports bar or something. She is really cool and we have been friends for a long time, but she hates cats! SO now my cat and her will bump heads..lol&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing for the animal lovers. I guess its a question rather than a thing, but i have a problem. I live in a apartment now, and this unit seems to be lovers lane for cats. I have to hear cats well you know.. making babies all night long and it is anooying with all of the screaming and cat fights! IS there anythign taht i can do to fix this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113726774531844277?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113726774531844277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113726774531844277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113726774531844277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113726774531844277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/01/fishingthe-homeless-guy-and-general-is.html' title='Fishing..The Homeless Guy and the General is gone'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113695049770751407</id><published>2006-01-11T06:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T06:34:57.856+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was Rough</title><content type='html'>Heya guys, today was rough!  We got up around 445 ran for 7 miles then headed to a army base about 2 hours away and worked with some TACP guys. I met an old friend named Eric there and we laughed and talked.  Then we had to run 3 miles again and whew did i need that. I was so close to hurling while running, and when you do that you know your in shape :P After that we made it back to the base i went home took the General out for walk and we sat outside and watched the stars. He is actually a prettycool dog. Oh and speaking of the General. There was another yet controversial person who decides to leave arguementative comments on the blog(when will people learn that if you make a smart remark to me, then you will get one back!) about the General and us not keeping the dog and CAPS kid being a brat. Well ill tell you one thing. For a young girl being so young and tender and full of love, she deserves a dog. If i 100 dogs named General i would give them to military kids. Military kids and kids who have a parent gone all of the time can relate to it. They make a scarifice and as a loved one or a parent, there are some things that certain kids deserv. Not only kids, but families in General. So until you walk in a kids shoes in this generation who has a dad that has been to iraq and has had to read the papers and watch the news about soliders getting killed daily, then you should make a comment on being spoiled.  As far as the dog goes, he is just the opposite of what you said. The dog has been very well mannerd, and he is friendly and he interacts well with kids. Now that this is out of the way, i took the General to the nursing home today and i took him to the VA hospital and we stayed for a bit. The elderly people really liked him. I wish that is country did more for veterans and the elderly people. I guess politicians think that they may never get old..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its off to bed now and i gotta take the General out for a Territory issue and we ar&lt;br /&gt;crashing.. see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113695049770751407?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113695049770751407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113695049770751407' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113695049770751407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113695049770751407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-was-rough.html' title='Today was Rough'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113675854912296558</id><published>2006-01-09T00:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T01:21:02.820+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally moved in... I hate Moving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3076/1400/1600/General.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3076/1400/320/General.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys.. I am in Louisiana with all of the stuff moved, including the damn taco bell dog, then my buddies mom said that she wanted the dog.. So i took it to her and she was happy. Well low and behold when i get rid of one dog, i see some mini schauzers for sell right down the road from. So CAPs kids is like oooh uncle Hawk lets go see. I am like ok hunny, but we arent getting one ok. She looks at me with those i have just tricked your ass eys...we are getting a dog and we really equals you. So we get out and the family sees us. I am in uniform and we talk to the lady and her daughter starts to talk to me. She is like ohh i like military men. I am like oh god help me. Now the girl was hot! She was whooooooooooooooooo hoooooooooooooo, but we werent here for that. So once i gave her damn near all of the information except my phone number and social security number and i had to deal with her touching me, CAPS kid says can yall stop flirting and lets see the doggies! I am like I didnt even flirt!!! So i said yes maam. We get to the doggies and she runs to this win little puppy. She is like ohhh uncle Hawk he is so cute. Then in some kinda way the dog starts whimpering and licking. I am like doggone it. I knew i was in trouble. So i say precious we gotta go! Your dad is waiting. She replies... Oh he can wait. Sigh... So she asks the lady how much are the dogs maam. The lady is like they are 300, but since he is military you can have him for 250.00. So then im like baby i need to check my budget. I dont know if i have that kind of money(which wasnt true but hey i didnt want this dog!) So then she says oh my dad will give yo uthe rest! So after negoitaiting back and forth as if we were two countries fighting over oil or something, here i go shelling out two one hundred dollar bills and a fifty. So the lady is like whatg are you gonna call him hunny? She replies we will call him General. So as we head out and meet up with CAP and the guys, here is his daughter running with general in her arms and she says look what uncle hawk got daddy! Im like oh i got it huh! CAP whispers in my ear and said your such a freaking PUSS when it comes to her. She has you wrapped around her finger you damn fairy. LOL SO with my chest poked out, i say that i am not. I am a man, but the truth is, when i do have kids... I think i am in trouble. So when make the trek to louisiana from mckinney with all of our trinkets and general and CAPs daughter in the car with me. So while she is sleep with general in her arms, i say General i hope you are a good dog, and he barks twice. Now for people with dogs, is that a good bark, or is that a im gonna cause you hell for years bark? So we make it home and now i had a cat got rid of a dog and in 20 minutes had a cat and a dog. What a damn pus i am. Nevertheless General has been good so far. He likes pictures too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the news we heard that a blackhawk helo went down. I am saddened. I know and im aware that at any point and time that this could have been me. From those damn RPGs to mechanical failure to small arms fire. I hear that 12 people on board died including the crew. I remember when we had trouble(read in the previous posts0 with our helo and we had to land it while the Crew Chief fixed some stuff and we had to engage the enemy without radio contact. That by far was the scariest point in my life. It wasnt being out manned, because are always outmanned. We are trained to fight 1 of me to 8 of them, so that didnt bother me. It was the fact that being on foreign soil and seeing your life flash before you eyes and actually having to take on so many people and see them fall or get cut in half was just horrific. I pray for the families. FOr those guys to go down and the Spec Ops units to get to them and they are were dead was something. I know that if we have one or two more like that im going back. I dont mind going back really, but i just...I dont know. I have grown up soo much. I was already told that i was mature, but mature makes you like you like a guy with so much potential , but not old enough to reach the potential but has past the potential that he/she has reached and doesnt know potential just yet. Maybe someone knows what i am talking about. I mean we have Saddam, and shit is crazy than it wwas before he was hiding in damn foxholes. I guess its all war in war. There are no rules. We as a sane and democratic country have tried to make rules to this war, but in reality, there are no rules. There is no sane way to kill someone. Hell if i cut him down with a hail of bullets from a .50 cal or if i had one of the maj.'s shoot missles and bullets from a jet. Shit dead is dead. Alot of people dont know really how blessed they. Alot of people think they have it bad and they complain. Complain because there jobs suck, or because they drive a raggedy car or just complain about dumb stuff. We..including me do it, but iraq makes you just realize thatstuff just aint that bad. Now we have 12 military personel's families that are gonna get that fateful knock on the door. The knock on the door that will change there lives forever. The knock that will forever play in there minds. The phone call that wil make them never ever wanna answer the phone again. I gotta run... sorry if i offended some people but i call it like i see it... love you guys see ya from me and the General&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113675854912296558?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113675854912296558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113675854912296558' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113675854912296558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113675854912296558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/01/finally-moved-in-i-hate-moving.html' title='Finally moved in... I hate Moving...'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113649881491119645</id><published>2006-01-06T00:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T01:06:55.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the Delay in Posting.bad news</title><content type='html'>I got the word about two hours ago that the other squadron is heading back to iraq and we arent. WOW...That would have been four times that my feet have touched down in iraq. I am glad that i didnt go, but im.... sad that im not going. Its a mixed emotion. Iraq has a part of me. In a sick and twisted kinda way iraq is/ and was home. I will never ever be able to get the time in iraq back. So we(squadron) look at it like it was a home. Now some guys will be going home today to tell there families that they will be gone for at least 180 days so that the other guys who havent had a break will at least have a six month break from iraq. Even the best of the best get bogged down. We also get tired..People think that we are military robots. We are people too. Just trained to do the unthinkable sometimes.  When i think about it, i have done alot for this country. Not just me, but alot of people. I can remember that i was in a relationship with someone once, and  the conversation was like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey i have some news to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Her: What? You bought me a present!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not exactly. I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Where are you going? Whats going on?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I cant say where im going.&lt;br /&gt;Her: When will you be back?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I cant say that either. I will call you when i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes alot to just make it through that. alot of people dont understand that military families and friends go through alot. they are warriors too. They have to keep families running, take care of kids, deal with fights. They are single parents in a one parent household. If it wasnt for them, we couldnt do our job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in other news, my friend the Pararescue Trooper is going through turmoil. His mother has disowned him in a way because his last two girlfriends have been non white. He has the sweetest girlfriend in the world. She is about 5'7 pretty brown skin and some very mystical eyes. She has a set of eyes that are hazel like but they are so pretty that you just cant quit looking at them. She is corn bread fed as he likes to call her. She cooks, cleans, she has a degree or two..she is involved in church and his mother doesnt like the girl because she isnt white. So he and his mother got into a very heated arguement and he stood his ground. He defended his actions and he defended his girlfriend. he told her that he was not gonna leave her unless he wanted to. The sad part of this is that his father and the rest of the family is ok with it. So now you have a guy who cherished his mother as a kid not even speaking to her. I have to say that i admire him for standing up for what he believes in, and i guess sometimes you have to pay a price to stand up for what you beliueve in. I guess that is what makes him such an avid guy to have next to your side in a firefight or just a guy thats cool enough to sit down with and have alot of drinks and beer.  Life is a bitch... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wel we are heading back to Louisiana with all of our stuff packed soon. We are gonna get some more training and then i think we are going Georgia!!!! I cant wait!  We are gonna be going to Valdosta Ga. Its gonna be awesome... Well if everything goes ok it will. Our outcome of what we do depends on if Aerial Sharon Pulls through or not. If he doesnt pull through, the outcome of the U.S. will change forever and well... i cant say what i want to say, but if you guys know anything about the Israelis and Palestinins then you know what i mean..if you dont, please google it and you will understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i gotta head out we are going shop in mckinney. I have become the Gift Card KING!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA See ya laters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113649881491119645?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113649881491119645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113649881491119645' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113649881491119645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113649881491119645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/01/sorry-for-delay-in-postingbad-news.html' title='Sorry for the Delay in Posting.bad news'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113612915386137780</id><published>2006-01-01T18:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T18:25:53.903+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Im In NY....having a blast..whooohoo</title><content type='html'>hey guys, I was in New York to see the ball drop! It was awesome We yelled and screamed and of course drank. I loved it. I heard that there was over a million people in times square. They had this rule that once you made it onto times square that you were sectioned off and you could not leave under any circumstances. That kinda sucked but it was for security reason. I had apple martinis and beer and some other drinks. I partied until 645am and it is 1018am  now. I am kinda tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for everything, and im so glad to be here. There are so many people and families that i know that arent so happy. There were guys and girls that were lost in iraq. I made it. I guess i still have a purpose. There are so many guys that i know that had babies while i was in iraq and they are so quit and squishy! I love babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful foreverything.... i guess i will get some sleepcatch you guys later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113612915386137780?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113612915386137780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113612915386137780' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113612915386137780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113612915386137780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-in-nyhaving-blastwhooohoo.html' title='Im In NY....having a blast..whooohoo'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113586773645414820</id><published>2005-12-29T17:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T17:48:58.130+03:00</updated><title type='text'>After christmas</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, i have been on leave and things have been great. I am in Louisiana and i think that i will go to new orleans or we may even go to new york for the new year. This is great. I also told Katie about just being friends and she was sad, but i think she took it ok. Things have been ok and i guess as long as they are ok things are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i will talk to you guys later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113586773645414820?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113586773645414820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113586773645414820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113586773645414820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113586773645414820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-christmas.html' title='After christmas'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113571946471208375</id><published>2005-12-28T00:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T00:37:44.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas was great. I had fun, and i even spent it with Katie. Things were ok and she wants to take things further. I decided that(but havent told her) that it would be best to keep things as friends because we have a awesome friendship. I dont want to hurt her but i must do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aslo... two U.S. Apache helicopters collided in iraq over the holidays and one was dead. CAP said that he would find out who the pilots were and let us know. We all fly together and know each other well even if we are in differnt branches of the military. I hope that there families can be strong during this time of grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i will see you guys later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113571946471208375?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113571946471208375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113571946471208375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113571946471208375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113571946471208375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113536907273571654</id><published>2005-12-23T23:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:17:53.100+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Off Early</title><content type='html'>hey guys, sorry that i havent been online to post much. I was kinda under the weather and it has been really bad. I only get sick once or twice a year. When it hits me, it hits be good. So i guess i will go to see my Grandmother and my mom and folks for x-mas and that will be that. I am so ready for the new year to come in i cant wait. Hopefully i can do something fun for the new year. Like fly to new york or paris...well maybe not but it sounded good! Well i gotta getto packing hope you guys have a merry x-mas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113536907273571654?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113536907273571654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113536907273571654' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113536907273571654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113536907273571654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/12/got-off-early.html' title='Got Off Early'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113517857162335233</id><published>2005-12-21T17:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:22:51.716+03:00</updated><title type='text'>We will be leaving Soon.. YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,  how is it going. We will be leaving Ft Carswell NAS soon for Barksdale AFB. Its great..Mckinney has been good to me, but im ready to leave for more reasons than one. I decided go back over some of my emails and answer some questions in the blog that i have neglected to answer for whatever reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First- Mr. Ops-opt: My mission to help iraqi kids is not with the toys for tots. A group of dedicated bloggers, civilians and other special ops  personel have given there time, money and toys to help the kids have some happy holiday. Also the reason why i dont give too much information about some things(such as the hospital that i visited) and i give a whollllle lot of information like(being in starbucks in mckinney) is because the military has just trained me to do that, and second of all..if you read earlier people or should i say bloggers tried to get me punished because of my blog. I would also like to say that i dont write about the horror of iraq. I think that people everyday know about the horror of iraq if they use common sense and keep up with it. I write about everyday occurences that happen in iraq that the media refused to cover. I would however like to know more about you. To be honest with you, i know nothing about you. You seem mystical. I have even had some of my military buddies claim that you are close or that you have ties to the person(s) in Mckinney Tx who "started" the whole letters sent to the Special Operations command... Frankly i dont know. You are however very mystical and you are weird but your private. I apologize if you think that i should be differnt, but im not. I am me. I would never tell or write something about war that i saw or heard about that would make people have life altering experiences on my blog. If you were in Special Operations, then you should know about the CODEC. I am a straight forward guy who believes that all women, men, and children are equal. I have a women friend who can out shoot me with a .50 cal. SHe is awesome and i respect her for that. I think that women can do anyting that i man can do. Merry x-mas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr: Canada- You asked me via email what did i want for x-mas and would i do the iraq thing over again. The answer is yes. I love being in iraq. I lovedhelping people. The hard or difficult part was seeing suffering from poor and innocent people. It just hurts to see that. But i would do it again. I just want fishing stuff for x-mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy:  you asked about katie.. well we are coool but we havent taken that step yet. I want to but im scared. I guess we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow up doll lady: you have been a true supporter of me and you tried countless times to send me a blow up doll in iraq and i refused with laughter every time. Now that i am home i will refuse again. I am sure that you and your "novelty" business are doing great, but that isnt my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gateway: You wanted to know how my grandmother is doing. Well she is going to be a great grandmother again so she is happy and she is in Houston right now. That lady travels sooo much. I dont think she will ever slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen in Austin: I did forward your email to CAP. You seem pretty cool. CAP is here and things are good. We are glad that our buddies are doing well in iraq and no birds have been shot out of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Heya kid. Thanks for all of your support. If you truly want to join the air force, do it. I did it with my parents consent at 17. I went to MEPS and i did it. You dont have to fly behind helos or jump out of air planes. The air force has so much to offer man. You can do any job you want without worries of war by joining the air force, and you will still get medals and stuff for being 6k miles away. When you get ready, let me know and i will set up a time for one of my buddies or friends that they know to take you on the base near you and show you about any job(within reason) that you want. Goodluck and i hope you do good on your finals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well now that im caught up i will quit wasting tax payers dollars and get back to work..seasons greetings and im sorry about the first post pilot mom...i hope you come back and read it. It was a error with the wireless internet connection :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113517857162335233?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113517857162335233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113517857162335233' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113517857162335233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113517857162335233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-will-be-leaving-soon-yes.html' title='We will be leaving Soon.. YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113511465697379101</id><published>2005-12-21T00:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T05:43:31.120+03:00</updated><title type='text'>On This Day</title><content type='html'>On this day on the second xmas of the Iraq war, I was in a HMMV in a convoy hating every minute of it. It was cold, wet and the enemy didn't stop because Christmas was near. So we set out from our FOB and the heaters in the hummv where doing the best that they could. I can remember it like it was yesterday. We were sent out to set up surveillance on a particular area of Iraq, and if needed we could use an Iraq's house as a lookout point for insurgents or bombs. We hated doing that, but sometimes it needed to be done...Hopefully not this time. So as we stroll along, a guy named Kevin asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I replied that I wanted some testicle warmers and wife some kids and a dog. We all laughed and then we rolled on. As we made it to one area of town that was known for violent acts of insurgency, we set up a check point. When this happens, you dismount the vehicle and everyone spreads out and you have people in the front, the middle and the rear protecting you while checking cars for things that they shouldn't have. Well that went ok, and we don't ever stay any longer than a few minutes because then you get ambushed..So we hop back into the vehicle and try to get warm again. We move on down the roadway watching out for craters from previous blasts and we come upon a neighborhood. I remember that something was wrong... It was too quiet. Kids were running home, fires were burning but unattended and Kevin said check your weapons, its showtime. We radioed to the other to be on the lookout for unfriendlies and posers. The Guys in the turrets scan looking any chance to save our ass. The streets were quiet. We ride for about a quarter mile and we pass the IP(Iraqi Police) and they wave and have flashing lights.  We all say almost at the same time that the IP are no good. We go on and the IP are out of sight and then BOOM! A rpg hits the truck in front of us and we get ready to form a dismount. One vehicle is on fire and we dont know the casualties. We return fire from within the HMMV while other vehicles dismount and return fire and tend to the burning vehicle. We finally dismount and i tell a guy by the name of pike to open fire on a lone car. I told him that it may be a car bomb and he did. Nothing. I guess someone just got there car riddeled with bullet holes for nothing. Back to the action We continue to fire into the direction of the rpgs and i call in for air assests. After about 4 minutes of firing, there is no enemy to return fire. We set up a perimeter and look at the bird(helicopters and jets) as they fly over head giving us air to ground info on the insurgency. All  is clear says one pilot. He radioes back and makes the comment that he was too late to have a little fun with the "ragheads" and he is flying back to the air craft carrier. I didnt agree with them being called ragheads but i bit my tounge and continued on the ground. Well like clock work, a few Iraqis come out to survey the damage and Kevin tells them in there native langauge to go back inside and they do.... All except for one kid. he refuses to listen. he is a teen with short hair, nicely dressed and dark. When i mean dark, i mean that he is dark, i mean his soul is dark. It is one of those things that i guess you have to be witness too. I could tell that his hatred runs deep. I radio to the Lt. to ask for permission to take a clean head shot. Permission denied. I ask again, and permission is denied with agression in his voice. I keep my sights on him and he wont listen to commands. Warning shots are fired and they dont phase him. One last time, he is warned...then he raises his head and screams allah akbar and then boom. he detonates a strap with explosives taped to his body and i remember being hit with shrapnel. The flak jackets that we used at the time were very poor. It was standard army issue equipment and i shouldnt have been wearing them, but i damaged my air force issue one. I can remember the hot pieces of fire hitting me all on my back and torso. Burning my flesh. I was down, ears ringing, damaged but not wounded. I mustered up the strength to stand up after tellling the medics that i was ok and they needed to tend to the other guys. Blood was all over my uniform. I had pieces of this young kids flesh on arms and head. I wiped my face and secured the area. Another kid comes out, and goes into his shirt and i burst twice into him. He falls. His mother comes out crying over his body and stands up and runs toward us. She gets a burst into her. She falls. A young girl is standing there. Looking and staring at us and then them, and back to us and to them. I turn and fix my sights on the young girl. She is about 5 or six years old. I dont trust her. Her whole family just came close to killing me and there is a part of me that wants her to go back inside. I know that if she makes a sudden move, that i wont hesistate. I wont hesistate to come home.  A older girl pulls her back inside. The marines come. The adrealine wears off. I have blood dripping from my body like sweat. I hurt... i sting... i collapse. I get flown out of the area...then to germany to recover from flesh wounds. Wounds that will stay with me forever. People ask me now..hey where did you get those scars on your chest and back from. I tell them. Saddam. They look at me funny. They ask if im iraqi.. i tell them im an american. This day i will never forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113511465697379101?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113511465697379101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113511465697379101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113511465697379101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113511465697379101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-this-day.html' title='On This Day'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113485958579850936</id><published>2005-12-18T01:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T01:46:25.830+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I read Marv's post and i had to write about this too</title><content type='html'>Ok i read marvs post and i decided to write about this. First off i would like to say that Marv is cool and you guys should check out her blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok to the story... I went into best buy to buy a laptop for my mom for christmas. I told the best buy guy that i was looking for a laptop around 1800 bucks and  i dont want to do rebates or any of that stuff. The last time that i sent a rebate check off from a company it bounced so i dont do rebates..and whats the point anyway? Rebates are a legal way to launder money. Anyhoo, so the guy asks me if im ready to buy today and i say yes if i can find what im looking for. So the guy proceeds to tell me that if i buy a computer then i can get a best buy gift card for free worth 300.00 dollars. I was like is this a rebate or what? He said no, this is just for buying from us and not buying from the other guys. SO i asked him to let me talk to the manager who said the same thing. So i got the computer spent the gift card on x-mas trinkets and left. Well i was in the process of taking the crazy stuff off of a new computer that slows it down and boggs it down and then it kept on powering off. So i got ticked and took the computer back to the store to get a new one. Well when i went in there, i had to talk to the "geek squad" and they looked at the computer and they said that there was nothing wrong with the computer. So i ask the guy what tests did he run? he stated that he used the broken comp to run a test on itself to fix the computer. I was like wth! I told him to run a real test on the comp using a differnt machine..well they wouldnt so i wanted to ask for a refund for the 1800 bucks because of poor service. Then they wanted to charge me for a recyling fee of like 245 bucks because of the product that they the "trained" professionals looked at but didnt test. I got loud after repeated requests of being nice. Then some customer svc mgr came over and made it worse and i asked him who the general mgr was \...he lied and toldh me that he was the main guy there. I called the cust svc center(corporate) and they were no help, and then they said that  the gift card was a rebate. thats when i blew a lid and i told them that i explained to the guys that i hate rebates and i was told that the gift card was a gift for not going to the compeitior.  They went back on there word then so i left..went back to mckinney then called the cust svc ctr yet againa and nothing happened. So i called the best buy back in louisiana and they agreed that if i would drive back to louisiana and give them the equipment or fedex it to them that they would give me any comp of equal value plus a gift card for the shipping! I will never ever ever shopt at best buy again. Not online or in the store. I wont do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well thats my story..if you guys have stories please share them... SIGH I feel better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113485958579850936?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113485958579850936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113485958579850936' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113485958579850936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113485958579850936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-read-marvs-post-and-i-had-to-write.html' title='I read Marv&apos;s post and i had to write about this too'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113478893549043902</id><published>2005-12-17T06:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T06:08:55.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'>back from the field</title><content type='html'>hey guys hows it going? Sorry i havent posted in a while, but i would like you guys to know that everything is ok.  I had to go out in the field to work (joint) with the military forces and it was great! We actually all got along and even though it was cold and rainy sometimes, it was great! We left out of texas and headed to the northwest part of the country and we had a blast. We beefed up our skills on living off of the earth and it was great. I didnt get a chance to talk to Katie like i wanted to but when i did it was awesome. I HOPE EVERYONE IS OK AND I WILL BE WRITING BACK SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113478893549043902?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113478893549043902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113478893549043902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113478893549043902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113478893549043902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-from-field.html' title='back from the field'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113431844375131802</id><published>2005-12-11T19:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:27:23.956+03:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Post and Fun In the Cold.</title><content type='html'>Well this is my 1ooth post and i cant believe it. Thats a lot of posting in such a short time. Mac who is still in iraq has helped me alot and i couldnt have done it without her. This weekend has been fun quite intresting.  We went fishing, to the mall, to eat and to see horses run at this guys ranch and there was the time that we just went out and drove aimlessly around to talk about things from the world to what she wants to do with her life, to Iraq and its situation. We also talked to CAP and his kiddo too. Fishing was fun. It was at this park and well i didnt catch anything but it was fun. She told me about her friend who was getting treated bad by her bf and she "loved" him so much. WTF is up with that? There aint enough love in the world for me to let someone continue to screw me over and treat me bad. I mean once i get screwed over and realize it and reailize that someone actually was aware of there actions then i am gone. I figure that i can do bad by myself.  We also went to visit some sick kids in a hospital and that was sad but rewarding. I think i will give them  a christmas gift or something. They deserve it. Kids with cancer or something like that deserve to at least have a good christmas. I cant imagine being cooped up in a hospital for christmas. Today will be the day i guess that we will go to OK and explore stuff there since it isnt too far away. All in all things are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i would like to thank all of the ladies and gents that like to pick and make fun of some of the things that people like me are afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also to mr. ops-out :&lt;br /&gt; I just wanted you to know that Katie wouldnt be the Katie that i know if we werent playing pranks and jokes on each  other. Throwing water baloons at her and popping her with towels are things that we have done to each other for quite awhile now, and if we stopped that then something would be wrong with us. We wouldnt be acting like us. For example.. earlier when i was sleeping, CAPS daughter and katie decided tht while i was sleeping that they would spray my face with whipcream. :) It was funny yummy and fun, but thats her. In retalition, CAPS daughter and i pushed her off the bed(not hard, and shes a damn marine so she is tough anyway but  a girlie girl) and she laughed. We are friends first and then if something else develops then we will be friends first plus more. I value her friendship and i would never do anything to hurt her. So you and Mrs.OPS-OUT can be worry free, but thanks for the advice. Oh and by the way...everyone wants to know about you. You dont have a blog thats accessable :( and we wanna know about you. I only think that its fair for us to know about you, and im sure your life or your past is intresting and i wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch ya guys later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113431844375131802?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113431844375131802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113431844375131802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113431844375131802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113431844375131802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/12/100th-post-and-fun-in-cold.html' title='100th Post and Fun In the Cold.'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113416851614460009</id><published>2005-12-10T01:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T01:48:36.180+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, katie wont arrive now until 8pm because of some delays at the airport. I am sitting here patiently waiting on time to pass. I think  i will clean..maybe that will make the time go bye. Also ops-out is correct. The horse drawn carriage is in a place called chicashee OK not OK City, so thanks for that correction. I will update a post as soon as she gets here and i hope that she will let me takes pictures of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113416851614460009?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113416851614460009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113416851614460009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113416851614460009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113416851614460009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113414037856048787</id><published>2005-12-09T17:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T18:03:37.090+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog full of women with a few sprinkles of manhood is just well priceless</title><content type='html'>First off i would like to say that each and every one of you ladies that are true supporters to what i do and write(even if you dont agree with it) and i would just like to thank you. I did some research on the depression after baby thing and i was flabber gasted. In a situation like that, you will actually need tons and tons and tons of support. That condition doesnt discriminate. It can take on any women, even if she has never expereinced depression. I have even more respect for women and how they work. I have often posted that i would like to know the secrets of women and what makes them tick, and of course all women and there sisterhood or alliance or pact or whatever yall have wont let me in. DAMN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank the guys who are prior service, retired or just supportive of what i write(even if you like it) I would like to also say that without you guys paving the way for me, i wouldnt be able to do what i do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the juice..lol I always have to give thannks to you guys because you are awesome. As you know from my previous post, Katie likes me and well i like her too. I am afraid that it may ruin the friendship if it doesnt work, but hell i was also afraid when that military officer fresh out of west point screwed our coordiantes up in iraq and well we were outnumberd and i had to call in a airstrike on my on position(check the blog for that one) but hey i guess life is about chances. So i tell her that we should just talk openly and see how things go. She was receptive to that and so far it has been going ok. Then i asked her what she was doing this weekend, and she said nothing. She asked me what i was doing, and i said oh nothing but working and thinking about doing something romantic this weekend, and she was like what do you mean? I told her that if she could be here this weekend, i would drive her up to Oklahoma City with CAP and his daughter and we would look at the christmas lights while in a horse carriage with blankets. She told me to hold on, and i heard click click click click really fast, and she said ok Mr.Romance pick me up at the airport at 4pm. My mouth dropped! I couldnt belive it. I got butterflies and more butterflies and i think that for the first time i got morning sickness in the afternoon. Then she goes and says this will be fun because i just got off of my period! UGHHHHHHH PUKE PUKE PUKE No more butterflies, now i feel qweezy. Sick..Check that post as well to get that info. I told her for like the 10 thousandth time that she doesnt have to disclose her days of discomfort to me. Sigh I think that she along with SUZ likes to terrorize me with the word. I was talking to suz one day and she decided to see how many times she could say "the word" and ugh! If only the iraq terrorists knew that all they had to do was wave a box of tampons within a 50 yard radius of me that it would adversly affect my shot behind a .50 cal. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i will keep ya guys updated on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113414037856048787?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113414037856048787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113414037856048787' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113414037856048787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113414037856048787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-full-of-women-with-few-sprinkles.html' title='A blog full of women with a few sprinkles of manhood is just well priceless'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113395101549305232</id><published>2005-12-07T12:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:28:22.683+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on CC Girl and other things</title><content type='html'>Ok yesterday started off as a good day. One of the pararescueman had abirthday today and we decided to let him go where he wanted to go for his birthday and we would pay for it. Well he decided that he wanted to go to the SaltGrass steakhouse and well we went there. We had to dress today in our desert BDU's and people assumed that we were fresh out of iraq, and we told them that we were fresh, but not freaking i still have the iraqi sand in my eyes fresh. Well anyway we were talking and the managers decided to give us all of our meals for free and we said whoo hoo. Now we usually dont accept free stuff, but this guy was persistent. He even pulled up a chair and wanted to know about iraq, and so did a few other tables. It was like we were Kevin Costner or Leonardio Di Caprio..lol Anyhow the manager finally left us and we ate and talked and drank some beer. Well since we didnt pay for anything, we decided to take him out elsewhere. So we were like hmm..where do we go, where do we go. So we decided to take him to the outlet mall which was ages away and he got some really cool stuff, and so did i. It was fun. While we rode back home, we got to thinking about the time he farted in the helo and with massive amounts of stinky air we could still smell his rotten ass, and how CAP threw water on me while i was sleeping.. :D Those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to CAP he is going through a time with his wife and the divorce and it is getting crazy! For all of you guys who have been reading, and for the ones who havent.. i encourage you to read so you can understand this. A while back i told you guys about our trip home and how CAP didnt tell anyone that he was coming home, and he walked through the door to find his wife naked on webcam doing somethings..LOL. Well since they are going through the divorce and apparantly he took a picture of her naked with his Camera Phone for evidence, she says that she was looking up female problems online and she was checking herself just as a woman does for lumps in her breast. Now i dont mean to get gross on here, but i doubt that women check there vaginal region while on webcam for health reasons with a big sex toy lingering close by. UGH! I feel so sorry for CAP's daughter. She is the sweetest baby and her mom does and says the craziest things. There are some people who cant have kids, and she has kids and doesnt want them! WoW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to CC girl... Well CC girl and I are still friends and i chose to keep it that way because she lied to me about some things, and well this goes back to reading my blog from the beginning... I hate being lied to, and especially by a woman. SOrry ladies who read this but its true. I can brag and say that i am a good man(one of the few left) who doesnt hit,cheat,steal,disrespect and i still like flowers and mushy stuff too. I asked her if she had ever been married, and she told me no, and in reality she was going through a divorce, which makes her MARRIED and i dont do the MARRIED thing. I would feel horrible right now if we did the big thing!!! So i told her that we will remain friends and that was that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news i have a friend that i constantly keep in contact with by the name of Katie. Her whole name is mary kate, but she hates that lol. Anyhoo we have been friends since 7th grade. I can remember while we were in highschool and she was really short then(not now she has grown some inches) i got on my knees and danced with her at her prom because she was listening to my belly sounds when we slow danced. She has been a great friend. She is somewht affliated with the military and she has been there with me through thick and thin. Because i am in special operations and im on the go so much, i have given her power of attorney attimes, and she has taken care of my bills and i was there for her when she had a miscarriage at 7 months. It was a really hard time for her and she suffered from that depression after baby thing. I never understood that, and i would like some personal input on it if it has happened to you. Now she is over(for the lack of better words) the depression and she has been trying to tell me something for like 6 years now, and she could never muster up enough balls to just say it. I would always hound her about saying it, and she would never give in until recently. She  just told me that she has had a crush on me for years but she was too afraid to tell me. She told me that she is happy when she is around me or when i just call her and she wants to take it further. :/ For what felt like an eternity, i just held the phone.... and i said oooooooooooook. She told me that she was embarrassed, and this was the first time that she has ever been embarrassed in front of me and i was like yeah... hell i have seen you in your bra and undies before when you were like really sick and i took care of you. She said well get back to me and let me know what you think....&lt;br /&gt;now i am confused like hell, but i like her as well and she does make me feel great and all of that good stuff, and i love her too. I have the kinda love for her that would allow me too sleep i nthe same bed without anything sexual going on, or to buy her flowers and candy(which i have sent for absoloutly no reason) for many years. Speaking of flowers and candy i tallied up the total amount of money spent on her since i have known her and it was freaking out of this world. I am not ashamed of it, but i have bought alot of gifts and trinkets for her. It is somewhere near 4 grand. From bracelets in germany to little hats from pakistan to cards and letters and stamps and clothes. She was the only girl that i ever picked out clothes for and i got cursed out because i got her like clothes that were too big for her hehehe... well if you have any suggestions please let me know.. see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113395101549305232?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113395101549305232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113395101549305232' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113395101549305232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113395101549305232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/12/update-on-cc-girl-and-other-things.html' title='Update on CC Girl and other things'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113395098129724847</id><published>2005-12-07T12:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:23:32.110+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on CC Girl and other things</title><content type='html'>Ok yesterday started off as a good day. One of the pararescueman had abirthday today and we decided to let him go where he wanted to go for his birthday and we would pay for it. Well he decided that he wanted to go to the SaltGrass steakhouse and well we went there. We had to dress today in our desert BDU's and people assumed that we were fresh out of iraq, and we told them that we were fresh, but not freaking i still have the iraqi sand in my eyes fresh. Well anyway we were talking and the managers decided to give us all of our meals for free and we said whoo hoo. Now we usually dont accept free stuff, but this guy was persistent. He even pulled up a chair and wanted to know about iraq, and so did a few other tables. It was like we were Kevin Costner or Leonardio Di Caprio..lol Anyhow the manager finally left us and we ate and talked and drank some beer. Well since we didnt pay for anything, we decided to take him out elsewhere. So we were like hmm..where do we go, where do we go. So we decided to take him to the outlet mall which was ages away and he got some really cool stuff, and so did i. It was fun. While we rode back home, we got to thinking about the time he farted in the helo and with massive amounts of stinky air we could still smell his rotten ass, and how CAP threw water on me while i was sleeping.. :D Those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now on to CAP he is going through a time with his wife and the divorce and it is getting crazy! For all of you guys who have been reading, and for the ones who havent.. i encourage you to read so you can understand this. A while back i told you guys about our trip home and how CAP didnt tell anyone that he was coming home, and he walked through the door to find his wife naked on webcam doing somethings..LOL. Well since they are going through the divorce and apparantly he took a picture of her naked with his Camera Phone for evidence, she says that she was looking up female problems online and she was checking herself just as a woman does for lumps in her breast. Now i dont mean to get gross on here, but i doubt that women check there vaginal region while on webcam for health reasons with a big sex toy lingering close by. UGH!  I feel so sorry for CAP's daughter. She is the sweetest baby and her mom does and says the craziest things. There are some people who cant have kids, and she has kids and doesnt want them! WoW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to CC girl... Well CC girl and I are still friends and i chose to keep it that way because she lied to me about some things, and well this goes back to reading my blog from the beginning... I hate being lied to, and especially by a woman. SOrry ladies who read this but its true. I can brag and say that i am a good man(one of the few left) who doesnt hit,cheat,steal,disrespect and i still like flowers and mushy stuff too. I asked her if she had ever been married, and she told me no, and in reality she was going through a divorce, which makes her MARRIED and i dont do the MARRIED thing. I would feel horrible right now if we did the big thing!!! So i told her that we will remain friends and that was that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news i have a friend that i constantly keep in contact with by the name of Katie. Her whole name is mary kate, but she hates that lol. Anyhoo we have been friends since 7th grade.  I can remember while we were in highschool and she was really short then(not now she has grown some inches) i got on my knees and danced with her at her prom because she was listening to my belly sounds when we slow danced. She has been a great friend. She is somewht affliated with the military and she has been there with me through thick and thin.  Because i am in special operations and im on the go so much, i have given her power of attorney attimes, and she has taken care of my bills and i was there for her when she had a miscarriage at 7 months. It was a really hard time for her and she suffered from that depression after baby thing. I never understood that, and i would like some personal input on it if it has happened to you. Now she is over(for the lack of better words) the depression and she has been trying to tell me something for like 6 years now, and she could never muster up enough balls to just say it. I would always hound her about saying it, and she would never give in until recently. I just told me that she has had a crush on me for years but she was too afraid to tell me. She told me that she is happy when she is around me or when i just call her and she wants to take it further. :/  For what felt like an eternity, i just held the phone.... and i said oooooooooooook. She told me that she was embarrassed, and this was the first time that she has ever been embarrassed in front of me and i was like yeah... hell i have seen you in your bra and undies before when you were like really sick and i took care of you. She said well get back to me and let me know what you think....&lt;br /&gt;now i am confused like hell, but i like her as well and she does make me feel great and all of that good stuff, and i love her too. I have the kinda love for her that would allow me too sleep i nthe same bed without anything sexual going on, or to buy her flowers and candy(which i have sent for absoloutly no reason) for many years. Speaking of flowers and candy i tallied up the total amount of money spent on her since i have known her and it was freaking out of this world. I am not ashamed of it, but i have bought alot of gifts and trinkets for her. It is somewhere near 4 grand. From bracelets in germany to little hats from pakistan to cards and letters and stamps and clothes. She was the only girl that i ever picked out clothes for and i got cursed out because i got her like clothes that were too big for her hehehe... well if you have any suggestions please let me know.. see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113395098129724847?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113395098129724847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113395098129724847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113395098129724847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113395098129724847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/12/update-on-cc-girl-and-other-things_07.html' title='Update on CC Girl and other things'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113387527850959901</id><published>2005-12-06T16:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:21:19.640+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Hey guy how are you.. sorry that i havent wrote you guys in a while... I have been super busy here in this little bitty town of mckinney.  I am working 15+ hours and well the instructers are giving the classroom what if you were in iraq situations, and we are telling these navy guy(because we are on a joint military base) that were were in iraq and this is what we did..lol its kinda funny. We the students are teaching the instructors. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this is a bittersweet time of the year because i had about 8 friends die kinda back to back from dec to jan 5 so it brings back alot of memories. I was in high school then, but it brings back memories. Ironically i was either the last person to talk to them,hold a personal possession orsomething like that. It is hard but i have gotten better over the past few years. We also may be going to Alaska after we leave here. Hopefully not, because im gonna freeze my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is doing good, and i hear that iraq is well...iraq. I listen to the news casters and i just shake my head at them telling us that we need to back out of iraq. I wont state my position about iraq and if we are right or wrong, but we are in there now, and we cant g out running now. If we did that, you guys that go to work and play in parks and just have family day and night will no longer have that. The terrorists and current "sleepers" that are in our country will activate themselves and the USA will be a iraq. So we gotta stay and get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i wanna get some of you good guys who have posted to my blog, and some of you who havent posted but emailed me daily a christmas gift. I think you deserve it. You made Iraq a hapier place to be. With the South park DVDs :P the candy, clothes for the iraqi kids, hats for the kids, shoes for them... it was great! I just wanna repay you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i got a email from an iraqi kid today telling me that iraq is getting better on his side of baghdad, but he wishes that i was there because he felt safer. He says that noone gives him USA CDs, and the current guy gives him british CDS. He is happy because the guys that come around now buy "freaky freaky" and i didnt! In case you dont know, in iraq the kids and women and children sell freaky freaky or porn. I just wasnt into that... i never would buy it..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i gotta head to work see ya laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113387527850959901?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113387527850959901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113387527850959901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113387527850959901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113387527850959901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/12/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113350169074027977</id><published>2005-12-02T08:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T08:34:50.960+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting At Carswell</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, yes i am stationed at carswell NAS and there was a shooting. Some Naval guy decided that he wanted to kill himself, and while trying to do so he managed to get his supervisor shot and a second guy who tried to save a life. We heard the shot(s) and found it odd to have gunfire coming from a facility indoors and next thing you know you have af cops marine cops and navy cops doing everything. Poor guy..life isnt bad enough to kill yourself..thats a one way ticket to hell.. We are ok though... see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113350169074027977?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113350169074027977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113350169074027977' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113350169074027977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113350169074027977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/12/shooting-at-carswell.html' title='Shooting At Carswell'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113332680561427813</id><published>2005-11-30T07:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:45:46.753+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Nights</title><content type='html'>Well its a cold night in Mckinney. IT is wild. I am here in Mckinney, not in iraq... and im tired. I always see my self looking at the cars as we ride by them. I had the privledge of standing in line behind a middle eastern guy. I found myself checking him out for explosives while in a line in te USA. That is something. Suz told me today that the hostages were killed or some news service said that they were killed. When i was in iraq i tried to tell people that force feeding democray to the iraqis is like trying to keep a suicide bomber from blowing up innocent people. It just wont happen. Iraq is just a place that wont be violence free for at least 15 years. *disclaimer* That previous statement doesnt reflect the views of the United States Air Force. Its sad that i have to put a disclaimer up, but i have too. I contemplated blogging about it, but i decided that it correlates with Cold Nights. Well some bloggers decided to get together and ban together to attempt to get me punished due to my writings opn my blog because ppl said that i was too graphic and the "american people" werent ready for what i was saying. These person(s) got enough people to stop reading my blog(which is bullshit) and they sent a petition to the Special Operations Command In Florida. Well of course a staff sgt got it and he passed it on to a Tech Sgt who Passed it on to a Lt who passed it on to a Maj who passed it on to a Lt. COl who passed it on to the three star general. They called me today and they thanked me for my service as a Combat Controller, and they told me about the persons and showed me the email of the lady who originated it. I laughed and the General laughed and called the woman a crazed woman out to disrupt the freedoms of americans. So i didnt get in trouble, but all the peopel who used to blog on my blog have stopped because they listened to one lady who lied and has them all fooled. I guess thats just how it is. Actually i got a praise from the General for doing a good job and following the protocol as far as blogging goes... So lady(you know who you are) KISSS MY FUCKING ASS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a goood person, and i love what i do and noone will make me stop performing my job for my country. It especially wont be some overly paranoid woman who tried to attack my Career. It is not only the lady its every ass who signed(e-signed) there name on the "petition". Yall can kiss my ass too! Now go and tell that to the General.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i got a number to the animal rights ppl and i should start working a a local animal shelter(volunteer) heling animals find homes!! YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i gotta head to bed..nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113332680561427813?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113332680561427813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113332680561427813' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113332680561427813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113332680561427813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/cold-nights.html' title='Cold Nights'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113327367681892204</id><published>2005-11-29T17:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:14:37.043+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Work</title><content type='html'>Well my first day back on the job went as planned. Lots of work, lots of people and very little breaks and time to relax. I ate at jack in the box, worked and got briefed on what to expect at Carswell NAS. I got some other news that my buddies in Iraq are doing fine and noone has been hurt or injured. I know that they keep this up that maybe i can survive the whole cold days at home and not at war. I also heard that an american was kidnapped in Iraq. That makes me wanna kinda be there to volunteer to try and find this person. If it is a male, he will be beat and tortured and killed, and if it a female it will be worse. I pray for them and i hope that they have a speedy recovery. Well i hope that you guys can find some time for pray for all of them, not jjust the Americans. Well i gotta run... talk to ya laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113327367681892204?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113327367681892204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113327367681892204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113327367681892204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113327367681892204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-to-work.html' title='Back To Work'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113313794698771233</id><published>2005-11-28T03:29:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T03:32:31.423+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Tx/Leave Over</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, sorry for not writing in such a long time... I have been really busy and i had to move all of my things from barksdale afb to mckinney texas for this tdy. Things have been ok though. I have spoken with my grandma who is doing fine, and i have also been able to figure out if and when we will be back in La. It appears that after ft.worth, we will go back to barksdale. I guess i will blog later. see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113313794698771233?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113313794698771233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113313794698771233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113313794698771233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113313794698771233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-in-txleave-over_28.html' title='Back in Tx/Leave Over'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113313795009419558</id><published>2005-11-28T03:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T03:32:31.343+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Tx/Leave Over</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, sorry for not writing in such a long time... I have been really busy and i had to move all of my things from barksdale afb to mckinney texas for this tdy. Things have been ok though. I have spoken with my grandma who is doing fine, and i have also been able to figure out if and when we will be back in La. It appears that after ft.worth, we will go back to barksdale. I guess i will blog later. see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113313795009419558?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113313795009419558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113313795009419558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113313795009419558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113313795009419558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-in-txleave-over.html' title='Back in Tx/Leave Over'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113285243385859783</id><published>2005-11-24T19:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:13:53.966+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! Happy turkey day.   I hope everyone is doing well. CC and I are ready to go out. I Cant understand some things though. I have a lady that has taken over my hotel room "house" and i have makeup bags everywhere, blow dryers, combs, brushes, make up stuff and clothes galore! I am going nuts. She is in the bathroom as we speak and she just continues to run the blow dryer until the fuse blows(lol) and she has to reset the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So on to last night. I decided that i would take a hot towel and twist it up and pop her on her but while she was in her PJs. Oh god..why did i do that.. A wrestle commenced and i must say...for her to be 5'4 135 pounds, she is stronnnnnng. If i didnt have AF SPEC OPS training, i think she would have kicked my ass or given me a good damn fight. LOL! From now on i will never ever underestimate the power of short women. :D  All in all we had fun. Oh yeah i almost forgot...she tried to get me to get a manicure. I told her no because thats too fruity for me. I am too much of a man. I did watch her though. While i was in there, the chinese lady told me that i should get her toes done so that i could suck them tonite. PUKE!! I dont suck toes, and although i laughed, i declined. We both laughed and it was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She did however tell me that this was gonna be her first holiday season without her parents and that hit home. We talked about it and im gonna do my best to help her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well i hope you guys have a happy turkey day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113285243385859783?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113285243385859783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113285243385859783' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113285243385859783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113285243385859783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-everyone-happy-turkey-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113280928306919570</id><published>2005-11-24T08:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T08:14:43.170+03:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, sorry that i havent posted lately. CC girl and I have been spending a lot of time together. Now these times are especially hard for me, and they are hard for her. Her parents are gone, and well when i was a teen i had some troubling times.  Around this  time when i was about 16 or so, i had about 8 good friends die from Nov to Jan 1.  The irnoic part about it was that i always had the last thing that they had touched before they died. It was a hard time for me. My girlfriend at the time when iwas 16 was shot by her step father who mistaked her for a robber. These are ok times, but not ok times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well me and CC went to the mall today, and she tried to get me to get a manicure and a pedicure, and i think thats a little fruity so i declined. Then the lady at the nail shop asked me if i sucked toes! EWWW I told her no and she called me a bad boyfriend..lmfao Then we drove around and held hands and tonite was the first night that we kissed.  She looked at me and i looked at her and she said you looked into my eyes as i loooked into yours. I said yea, and we both said it feels funny. That was bizaree.  SO we talked and laughed and i came up with the idea that she shuldnt sit at home on turkey day alone, that she should come with me and my family on turkey day. So we are leaving in the morning and she decided to spend the nite. She told me that she was sad and depressed before she met me, and now she is just happy. She told me that she wants me to hold her be there if she needs someone throughout the nite. I told her that i would do that, and im gonna hold her til she falls asleep and me and the cat are gonna crash on the couch once she crashes. Well  I will try to post tomorrow... See ya and happy turkey day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113280928306919570?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113280928306919570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113280928306919570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113280928306919570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113280928306919570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113263861533085647</id><published>2005-11-22T08:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T08:50:15.376+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Today felt good but was exhausting</title><content type='html'>Well today was a good day but a ver y exhausting one. I got up early thanks to CC waking me up because i  would have over slept. I went to the airport accompanied by my friends from the FBI,Secret Service, and the DIA(Defense Intelligence Agency)...(yes there is a CIA and a DIA).  We went to the airport and picked up some ministers who brought in 50k dollars in donations and turkeys from a well known processing plant(145 to be exact, and i wont give the name of the company because certain peta freaks will flood my email with damn peta videos and i dont need that crap from her) and they were to be given out to the hurricane Katrina and Rita Evacuees.  So we went to eat early breakfast which i ate like a pig, and  then i called a few probation officers to keep a few people from going to jail during the holidays and hopefully i can get them on the path to doing right and turning around there lives. Well before i knew it, it was after 1pm and well what do you know..it was time to eat again. I went to the Golden Coral and we ate and i stuffed myself again...then it was back to work and then the evacuees started pouring in. We gave each person that was there 120 dollars and some thanksgiving baskets. I also had some people on hand from the news and papers and they interviewed people and we were able t o secure employment for some people due to FEMA being BROKE and kicking these people out. In the defense of FEMA(which they shouldnt get any) the evacuees should have known that the day was coming and that they needed to get off there asses and make something happen for them. Well after the Cermony was over we went to picadillys and yes i stuffed my face again... i feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then i came home and i called CC and we talked for a long time and she came over to tell me that she was happy that i came into her life and we talked about the loss of her parents. I think that this is a hard pull to swallow and she will never get over it, but i think that it is theraputic to talk about it.. well hopefully tomorrow i wont each so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eya laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113263861533085647?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113263861533085647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113263861533085647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113263861533085647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113263861533085647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-felt-good-but-was-exhausting.html' title='Today felt good but was exhausting'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113255325874971181</id><published>2005-11-21T08:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:07:38.793+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>I got a call from my grandma today and she told me that she wanted to leave from the west coast. I was dumbfounded. She wanted to leave her husband, her friends..her everything. She wanted out. She told me that the enviroment in L.A. was just getting out of hand, and some of my cousins and shit were living lives that werent good for her health or innocent people. I told her to tell me who they were and what they were doing, and she refused.  I guess she knew that i would be on my to Cali to clean house In-Iraq style. Maybe it was good that i didnt know, maybe it wasnt. My granny takes Nitro and doesnt need that stupid stuff in her life. She has lived her life and all she needs to do is have fun stress free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I other news, i went to have a nice time with Chukie Cheese LAdy aka CC lady and we laughed and had fun. I always tell people that i will bust them in the head with a water balloon and today i did! I hit CC lady smack in the head with a water balloon and we had a water fight. I had so much fun! I dont think we are a couple or anything but we sure enjoy each others company.  While i was with her, i got a call from my cousins brother which is my cousin also who told me that her brother is gonna do 10 years in jail at 24 years old behind a damn charge that took a blow to me and my family and they requested my help. I dont know.  I konw he wants to get out..shit he is a felon already and i can get him out, but i know he wont do right. It may just give him the feeling that he is invisible. I said that once i make it to mckinney that  i would see what i could do. I am sure that i could get him out without any jail time, but he needs to pay for his crime. Stealing cars from dealerships and sending them to chop shops isnt the 9 to 5 kinda job he should have ya know.  Hell i guess i cant save the world.  I try but i cant. When i was in iraq i didnt trust anyone but the guys that i came over there with. I didnt trust the women...the kids..or the old people. I hated when i had to ride on convoy missions and i would have those beggin ass kids saying mister mister choc o late mister mister give me give me. Yea i called em beggin ass kids because within those beggin ass kids, theres some women or little kid with explosives strapped to them trying to kill me. The hell with that.  People have told me that i am cold and heartless for pointing my weapons at kids. PFFFT!!! I came home the same way that i left. If i would have trusted those fuckers over there then i wouldnt have come back the same way. I rode in a helo behind a .50 or i was lowered from the helo into hostile territory and i made it so people who call me cold and heartless...go screw yourself!!! CAP's daughter told me that she wanted us to go back to iraq to keep other men and women from dying. She called us protecters. It was a good feeling. She was willing to scarifice her time with her dad and me just to keep others from dying. Damm shes gonna be president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank pilot mom, Me, Suz, Haley, Wegrit, mama, kristen, whistler  and all the rest of you guys for sticking by me through iraq and everything. I know some people were swayed by a certain persons views and perceptions on things but throughout it all, you guys have stayed.  I am open minded Hawk, and i will be forever. Thanks for sticking by me. You are the real troopers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113255325874971181?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113255325874971181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113255325874971181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113255325874971181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113255325874971181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113249822017731619</id><published>2005-11-20T17:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T17:50:20.280+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well my weekend was great. I went to the shooting range. I went fishing and the girl from chukie cheese accompanied me on all of it. We went out to eat at picadillys. It was the first all around meal all day.  I called and checked on my nephew who is doing better and in KY now.  I also went to the IMAX thingy which was cool. I am supposed to go to Ft.Polk La to welcome some air force guys home from Iraq.  My weekend is going great! I hope things keep going well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Check ya laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113249822017731619?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113249822017731619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113249822017731619' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113249822017731619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113249822017731619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113232569301604963</id><published>2005-11-18T17:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:54:53.016+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Of Chukie Cheese</title><content type='html'>Well i was at chukie cheese's the other day grabbing pizza because i think that they have the best pizza in town, and this cute lady starts talking to me and before you know it we are sitting down at CC's eating our pizza's together. She told me about her life and i told her about my life and the military and we had alot of fun. So we exchanged numbers and as soon as she got off, she called me and we talked for hours. She is a really cool person, and she has been through alot in her life but she calls it gods will. Her mom died back in september and her dad died on the way to her moms funeral in a car wreck. I was shocked, but she was uplifting. God can give you strength in any situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i went to the lake last night andi caught 4 fish! Woo-hoo Well i gotta hop in the shower see ya later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113232569301604963?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113232569301604963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113232569301604963' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113232569301604963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113232569301604963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/power-of-chukie-cheese.html' title='The Power Of Chukie Cheese'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113223768496457862</id><published>2005-11-17T17:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:28:05.100+03:00</updated><title type='text'>One Chance</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well i have some news about drugs and just how they break up a family and destroy a person. I got an email from a group of people that i used to work with while i was stationed in Fla about a young lady's mother that i used to help and counsel with when i was there. The email told me that this lady who was 36 years old and had 4 kids overdosed on crack cocaine and her death was possibly  a homicide. She was found by her 4 year old daughter and all of her kids were just strewn out and about the country now. This just breaks my heart. Drugs just suck. From marijuana to crack to heroin to acid to LSD to pills, it all just destroys familiies.  This particular lady was using drugs at the age of 15.  Thats a long time to be addicted to something. They say that she was 5'2 and 70lbs. :( Thats sad. She was a very beautiful lady. She had blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and now she is dead from an overdose or maybe more.  Now there are kids who are motherless. Theere is a mother who doesnt have a daughter anymore. If you know anyone who has a problem with that stuff, stop them help them do whatever you can no matter how much they resist. It could be your one chance to save there lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113223768496457862?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113223768496457862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113223768496457862' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113223768496457862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113223768496457862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-chance.html' title='One Chance'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113215378931360262</id><published>2005-11-16T18:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T18:09:49.313+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping the homeless dogs and cats</title><content type='html'>Today i decided to go out and help people  at the local petstore host a animal adoption day, and find some really nice pets some good homes. There were alot of biiiiiiiiiiiig doggies and a really tiny teenie taco bell dog. There was a cat with 3 legs and a cat that weighed 17 pounds. BIIIIIG Kitty. All in all it was a very very fun day and i look forward to doing it again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Leave is almost over and it is going faster than ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113215378931360262?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113215378931360262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113215378931360262' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113215378931360262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113215378931360262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/helping-homeless-dogs-and-cats.html' title='Helping the homeless dogs and cats'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113200736723607913</id><published>2005-11-15T01:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T01:29:27.280+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing On The Dam</title><content type='html'>Hey guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had a lot of fun today. For starters, i fished on the dam today and although i did not catch a thing, i helped a guy reel in a 35 lb catfish. I was like wow! He was freaking huge. He fins on the side were so old that they didnt even hurt when you touched them. I could have put two grown men's fists down his arm. He was huge. After that, i went to the base and decided to shop and then i ran into my friend Holly who is a girl mechanic on B-52 Bomber planes. Now this chic doesnt even look like she likes dirt, but i heard that she is one of the best. I guess thats why they say dont judge a book by its cover. Anyhow, we chatted and she told me that she is gonna try and go into another field within the air force and that she had recently gotten out of a bad relationship and she was going to get a yorkie that they called pickles, and she wanted to know if i wanted to join her. So i did, and we went to get pickles.:/ Now yorkies can be coool dog, but pickles was very hyper and her soon to be former owner said that she hated to be talked about in a negative way, and if pickles heard you say that she had fleas, she would get mean..lol So you know me... i had to try. So here is pickles and i put her in my lap. So i say..pickles it looks like you have a flea or two on you... and what do you know... Rooooooooooooooooof Rooooooooooooooof Roooooooooof Yap yap yap yap with her little teefies showing. So i say sorry sorry you dont have fleas. LOL i was crying. So i decided to do it again and what do you know... yap yap yap yap roooooooooof rooooooooooooof with teefies showing..LOL So no pickles and fleas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well thats it for now i how to talk to you laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113200736723607913?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113200736723607913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113200736723607913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113200736723607913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113200736723607913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/fishing-on-dam.html' title='Fishing On The Dam'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113190569154100902</id><published>2005-11-13T21:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:14:51.576+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Texas</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had fun in Mckinney Tx even though i thought that i wouldnt. My buddy's family has a house that isnt being used in Mckinney and we could stay there rent free, but it would be a pain to drive to Ft.Worth everyday. I also went out to eat at some resturants here and i also tried starbucks for the first time and it was nassssssty. puke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we will be leaving here soon, and my nephew woke up about 30 minutes ago and they are gonna run more tests on him and see if there was any perm damage. If not, they are gonna move him to Kentucky :/. Thats far but i guess if that is best then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also went to Chukie Cheese(they have good pizza) and passed the zoo this weekend and i really wann go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i will post later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a good weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113190569154100902?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113190569154100902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113190569154100902' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113190569154100902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113190569154100902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/leaving-texas.html' title='Leaving Texas'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113176491955113054</id><published>2005-11-12T06:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T06:08:39.593+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas</title><content type='html'>Heya guys.. i made it to mckinney tx and we are going to look at apartments tomorrow. My newphews condtion is still improving but slowly:( It is about 9pm and my buddies parents have stuffed shrimp and grilled shrimp for us to eat and it smells yummy! Tonite we are supposed to go out after grub and see the town of mckinney:/ I told them there isnt a thing to see here but they insist so we will go. We also run in the morning about 5am as a part of exercise. I will post again. I hope everyone has a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113176491955113054?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113176491955113054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113176491955113054' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113176491955113054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113176491955113054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/texas.html' title='Texas'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113159408872575449</id><published>2005-11-10T06:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T06:41:28.756+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, how are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanna know a simple answer to a simple question..well maybe it isnt simple but i would like to know more about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The question is What would your life be like if you had made a change in the way your life panned out today. What would be differnt? Would it be the same? Would it be worse? Would it be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Be honest.. i wanna know heeh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113159408872575449?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113159408872575449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113159408872575449' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113159408872575449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113159408872575449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113150896981245064</id><published>2005-11-09T06:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T07:02:49.840+03:00</updated><title type='text'>War</title><content type='html'>War..yea war. I had a talk with some people today and they wanted to know about iraq. I gave the blog adress. They wanted to know what job(s) i did in the military. I told them. They then asked me if i was some war junkie. An adrealine junkie. I sat there..in silence. Then i replied. I am in Special Operations. You wouldnt understand. They looked at me as if i insulted them. I didnt.  It is the truth. Unless you have been in special ops and in war, you wont understand. All of the things that i have written on the blog dont even scratch the surface. I am in the military inside a military. I intially tried out for this all volunteer job because i wanted to attract chics( i was 17) but i realized that it was more than that. Some ask if i would go back to iraq. Yeah i would. I would go out..sit behind a .50 cal, call in airstrikes on the ground, miss meals for days, not shower for weeks and yet the average person wouldnt understand. It is more than just serving your country. It is more than chics. I guess thats why we have a 95% divorce rate within our job field. When i was a kid,  i always wanted to be in special ops. To sneak in under the cover of darkness undeteced with night vision goggles on with six guys who have a mission to secure an airfield and take out communications within the area. Its six versus 75 men. They are at such a disadvantage. The squad moves, people act, and we leave undeteced and when it is time, shit starts to blow up and the airfield is secure from any threat. Misson complete..well for now. Or to be in a firefight with bullets whizzing by your head as you call in coordiantes to blow up the assholes who are shooting at you. People dont understand. Most people would think it is cold and heartless...blood thirsty, but it isnt. People wouldnt understand. I train for war. That is my primary objective.  To complete missions and come home alive. Most people ask how do i run on little sleep. Honestly i cant tell you. The Air Force Pararescue Motto is So that others may live..now we work close with these guys but it is a combat controllers second motto. So others may live... Live to laugh, bitch,gripe,complain...we do it. All of the military does. Ya know alot of people just dont understand what they have until its gone. Wiped out. I have a uncle in Slidell La and he lost everything but the exterior of his house and hes as happy as can be. I like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also people have told me that i should go and talk to the military shrinks if i feel i need to. I cant. There is no need to. War is War and i have a 90% wartime mission and a 10% peacetime misson. I dont want it to go into my personel file for one and for two i dont need a guy/girl telling me the textbook answers to my problems. They dont know. They werent there. I mean there is no solution if you will to seeing a woman getting stoned to death because she didnt clean the house. It doesnt matter how much "therapy" happens...it wont go away. It wont go away that with me behind a .50 cal, a grown man decided to point a rgp in the air towards me..i fired and the bullets went through him and took a young kids life. Therapy doesnt do anything for that. What about the time that i have spent over there. Thereapy cant bring that back. I respect and admire you guys for telling me about therapy but i just dont think it will help...maybe i will try one session off base and see but i doubt it will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...as far as the couple who thought that i should kiss my dads ass because he brought me into this world... it aint gonna happen. As some people on here know i stand up for what i believe in, and neglecting  your kids for money and women is not right and i wont accept that as being correct because i was brought into this world due to an act of sex sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i gotta run..nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113150896981245064?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113150896981245064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113150896981245064' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113150896981245064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113150896981245064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/war.html' title='War'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113141420838190798</id><published>2005-11-08T03:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T04:43:28.596+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well i have few intresting things to post about. Well my newphew and he is doing better..a whole lot better. My sperm donor(father) and the things that he did. The crazy girl that works at the store with 6 kids that wants me to support her and her 6 kids. No chic fil a, but there is a place called Krystal Burger..Umm Umm. Also the texas death row escapee was captured in the town where i am stationed and his stupidity. And last but not least i will be moving to Ft.Worth Texas to the Naval Air Station for a few. Yaaa :(  Oh and i almost forgot Brad from 3 Doors down called to see how my nephew was. Hes a good guy and we have been friends for a good bit. I will tell you how things really are in the Gulf States. He lives there and told me some pretty disturbing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is the nephew news that im proud about. Well he is out of icu, swelling is going down rapidly. He had to have surgery on his back(spine) and his spline was removed and all other organs were checked and cleared. WHOO HOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to Sperm Donor adventures. Also i will say that if you are a sensitive person, PLEASE STOP READING NOW. There youve been warned :D&lt;br /&gt;Well i knew that my bio dad was gonna come here and i was like great, this will be fun. Well he called me and said that he had landed. So i went to go and get him and since i did not have any other clothes besides my 4 pair of military uniforms, i put that on and went to the airport in the goverment car that i drove down here in. I stopped at the local gas station, and i was harrassed but i got a twix and some new jalepno dorritos..man they are good. Well i left and i headed to the Airport. Well when i get there i see him and heres how my time with him has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Sperm Donor: I am ok son, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am great.&lt;br /&gt;SD: Son i need to go to the counter and make some changes on my itenerary.&lt;br /&gt;Me: K.&lt;br /&gt;SD: Well cmon its over here.&lt;br /&gt;Me: k. Do you need some help with those bags.&lt;br /&gt;SD: Wow shes a cutie huh&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea shes cute&lt;br /&gt;SD: Hi I need to make some changes to my itenarary&lt;br /&gt;Airlines Lady: Ok Sir, and whats your name?&lt;br /&gt;SD: Perry.&lt;br /&gt;Airlines Lady: Are yall together?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes Maam&lt;br /&gt;AL: Wow you too look alike.&lt;br /&gt;SD: This is my son&lt;br /&gt;AL: Cool, Did you just get back from Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes Maam&lt;br /&gt;Sd: Yea my son is in the Army. He has been in for quite some time. I think that he will make it a career.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Maam I am in the United States Air Force.&lt;br /&gt;Sd: I told him that he needs to get kids.&lt;br /&gt;AL: Maybe one day huh&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes maam one day&lt;br /&gt;AL: My son is 22 and he has been in the Army since he was 17.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am 25.&lt;br /&gt;AL: *confused look*&lt;br /&gt;SD: inaudible as i walk away&lt;br /&gt;AL: Thanks. See you later Mr. Air Force&lt;br /&gt;ME: *waves*&lt;br /&gt;SD:  So which way&lt;br /&gt;Me: this way.&lt;br /&gt;SD: So how is your mom? Is she seeing anybody.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Look man. You dont have to seem as if you know alot about me or that we are big buddies. Its ok. I am not mad. Just be yourself. Also my mom is fine and what she does is her business unless she wants to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;SD: So what base are you at.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Barksdale Air Force Base&lt;br /&gt;SD: Do you like it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;SD: So where does your mom live now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: In the Southern US.&lt;br /&gt;SD: Oh ok.&lt;br /&gt;SD: wow a goverment car.&lt;br /&gt;Me: yup its a means of transportation&lt;br /&gt;SD: Nice.&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea its ok&lt;br /&gt;Me: The  trunk is open&lt;br /&gt;SD: Alright. So do you have a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;SD: You should get one. you were raised good son.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes i know. My grandmother and my auntie and my mother did a wonderful job.&lt;br /&gt;SD: How is your granny.&lt;br /&gt;Me: She is ok,  my mother is in cali visiting her now&lt;br /&gt;SD: So what kinda work is your mother doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did you not hear anything that i was saying? Ya know what big man, do you what her number?&lt;br /&gt;SD: Hell no! I dont want her to rip me a new asshole for calling her.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well then quit talking about her.&lt;br /&gt;SD: So i hear that Army Life is hard.&lt;br /&gt;Me: maybe it is. I dont know, I am in the Air Force&lt;br /&gt;SD: Oh yeah i keep forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;SD: *makes phone call to call his friends*&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am going to meet Sis's husband for some food. You hungry?&lt;br /&gt;SD: YEa where are you going.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bennigans or somewhere like that.&lt;br /&gt;Sd: mind if my friends come along?&lt;br /&gt;Me: nope&lt;br /&gt;Sd: So how is my grandson?&lt;br /&gt;Me: So you finally decide to ask now huh? He is doing better&lt;br /&gt;SD: Good i knew he would be a trooper. Do you know that i am losing 300.00 per day being here.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good for you&lt;br /&gt;SD: *tells friends where we will be*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can you call Sis's husband to tell him where we are going&lt;br /&gt;SD: Sure son.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *getting aggravated by the son thing*&lt;br /&gt;SD: *makes call*&lt;br /&gt;Sd: Ya know son, i thought about  you alot over there. I know more about you kids than you think.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ....&lt;br /&gt;Sd: Why are you looking like that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Sd: cmon. quiz me&lt;br /&gt;Me: no thanks&lt;br /&gt;Sd: Cmon&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sit back and enjoy the ride man.&lt;br /&gt;Sd: Seriously son. Quiz me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *pissed now* Ok. WHen is my birthday? What college did i go to? How many times have i been to war?&lt;br /&gt;SD: Son your birthday is April 27th and you went to University of Texas and you went to afganistan once and iraq once.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry man. My birthday is Aug 27 and i went to Louisiana State University and Tennesse State. I  have been to iraq and afghanistan more than once.&lt;br /&gt;Sd: hmm why did i think that&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because you didnt know so stop faking like you do. This isnt about you and i, its about my little buddy.&lt;br /&gt;SD: There is sis's husband&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *walks into resturant and his friends are there*&lt;br /&gt;Me: greeets everyone&lt;br /&gt; So as we sit down at the table the conversation comes up about me once again&lt;br /&gt;SD: Guys i have a 2003 Checy Z71  that i have been dying to give to a Army Guy, if any of you guys know of one personally, then let me know. I think this person deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *grabbs cell phone* Rinnnnnnnnnnnng. Hey Sgt. Walker.&lt;br /&gt;Walker: Hey Hawk whats up&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have my dad over here and he wants to give some Army Personel a Chevy Z71, are you intrested.&lt;br /&gt;Walker: YEA!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: hold on. Hands him phone&lt;br /&gt;SD: ERR Umm hello.&lt;br /&gt;Walker: inaudible&lt;br /&gt;SD: I meant for my son, im sorry guy. *hands me back phone*&lt;br /&gt;Me: see ya walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh I wont go into it anymore, but thats the kinda shit i dealt with him since he has been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the crazy girl at the store who has 6 kids and wants a sugar daddy to take care of her. Just because i have military  written all over me, does that mean that i want to do that. Thats crazy. I think people should just be themselves and dont worry about trying to gold dig. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the phone last nite with someone when it came across the news that the texas death row inmate was in the town where im stationed. WTH? SO the guy breaks out of jail or walks out just to go to a liquor store to get messed up? Well i am glad that they caught him, but i dont know why he thoguht that he could go into the "hood" and not have a thing to worry about. Hell he had a 10k bounty on his head...lol wat a retard. Well im glad noone was hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i am going to Carwell NAS in Fort Worth. *shakes head*  Now what am i gonna do there! Cap isnt too worried about it, but i dont wanna be out there doing "medical training". We are supposed to offically go on leave on wed. After that its on too Fort Worth Texas. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, my friend Brad from 3 doors down called me and told me that he heard about my nephew and he wanted to know if we needed anything like blood donations or anything. I told him no and i asked him about how the hurricane cleanup was coming. He said that the goverment was giving people a hard time and they still wont admit fault. He told me that if the band wasnt well off that they would be in trouble. He also said that the goverment is hiring illegal aliens to rebuild the Gulf States to save money :/ Thats crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i gotta runn..see ya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113141420838190798?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113141420838190798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113141420838190798' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113141420838190798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113141420838190798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-guys-well-i-have-few-intresting.html' title=''/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113120558972528980</id><published>2005-11-05T18:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:46:29.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little  Sweet Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3076/1400/1600/capkidsmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3076/1400/320/capkidsmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys i just got call from CAP and he said that his daughter wanted to talk to me. So now im like uh oh...cheetos and saddam was the last conversation, and now what. She told me that she was hoping that i was ok, and she wanted her daddy to take her to PetsMart to see the dogs that were waiting on people to adopt them? She also told me that her daddy embarrassed her by dancing to Christina Auglera in front of her friends..CAP DONT DO THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i found a pic of here when we were about to deploy a while back. She was a part of a kids and understanding deployment mission. She is a cutie.. She is on the bottom right with the brown hair..she always Cheeses when the camera is on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kids like her that make this whole air force thing worth it :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113120558972528980?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113120558972528980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113120558972528980' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113120558972528980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113120558972528980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-little-sweet-heart.html' title='My Little  Sweet Heart'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113117296788767925</id><published>2005-11-05T09:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T09:44:04.736+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Well today was a day to be thankful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid that lost his parents was released or is soon to be released and he has a funeral to attend for his parents. My nephew is being a little solider. He is doing great...fighting infection and they are gonna stick a tube  down his throat and look inside. Now why didnt they do that before? Doctors are so smart they are stupid i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that they should also make hospital couches for people who are over 5'8.&lt;br /&gt;Also right now about 15 minutes ago was the first time that i have cried in a long time. I can save people in iraq, but i cant save my own family. "/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as i went to get a half dozen doughnuts, i saw two homeless men arguing over a piece of tin. Its cold here...and that will go well on someones house. His cardboard box. I saw two old guys box over a piece of tin. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that im ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch ya laters thanks for your support&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113117296788767925?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113117296788767925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113117296788767925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113117296788767925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113117296788767925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113105935420885754</id><published>2005-11-04T01:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T02:11:22.650+03:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>Today i got up grabbed something to eat, booked a hotel room on base, and i fell asleep in the shower. Yes i said i fell asleep in the shower standing up. I was tired. After that power nap, i decided check on my nephew...He was on alot of meds. His blood pressure was lowering to a stable level. They cleaned his face up and we saw some cuts and brusies. I spoke with the doctor who is awesome and she said that they believe that he has alot of brusied organs and until the swelling goes down around his brain, they wont really know anything. They have all said that he is lucky to be alive. So with his condition as it is, i left to get away from the hospital and i tried to get my sister and her husband to come back to the hotel room and rest and i would stand watch at the hospital. Well my sister said no, but her husband said yes and i escorted him back on base and he crashed. Then i was driving around checking out the eating places in this new town and i saw some evacuees still in a shelter. So i stopped and talked to some of them, and i saw the kids looking so sad. So i decided to go and get gifts cards(certificates) to mcdonalds for all 20 of the kids, and well it didnt go so well. Then i tried wendys, subway, and then there was burger king. Well i thought that i could get a3 gift card for all of the kids, and well it was a 5.oo min limit on the card. So i spent a hundred bucks at Burger King and the kids were happy. Alot of them want to go back home to New Orleans. :( Then i told them what i was doing here and one little girl decided to get her friends together to do a card for my cousin. I will pick that up tomorrow and i hope that my cousin will like it when he sees it. I know he will get better. I would also like to thank everyone for there prayers and there support and the support of me and how my blog is run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hubby&amp;Wife duo sent e-cards that i printed out and alot of people who opposed and liked some of the things that i write banded together to help in this time of need. IF there is anything that i can ever do to repay you guys i will. Thanks alot from the bottom of my heart. Well im gonna run and check out you guys blogs and reply to them and i hope you guys have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113105935420885754?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113105935420885754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113105935420885754' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113105935420885754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113105935420885754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113102659964699930</id><published>2005-11-03T16:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T17:03:19.693+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Times</title><content type='html'>Well with things going on all around it me, i get more bad news.  My half sisters son was in a car with his friends mom and dad as they were coming back from some kids party or game or something and they were hit by a drunk driver. The mother and Father of his friend were killed and i rushed to be by there side. I am here now and will post and update later. My nephew is is serious condition and i know that he was in surgery when i arrived at 330am this morning. I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113102659964699930?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113102659964699930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113102659964699930' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113102659964699930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113102659964699930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/bad-times.html' title='Bad Times'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113098615937888413</id><published>2005-11-03T05:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T05:49:19.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well i can say that the response to the emails from my last post were..well they were good and bad. I can however say that i am not a bad person. I am very outspoken. I try to understand everyones feelings. I am not rude or anything... I just feel that everyone has an opnion and people should respect it as long as it doesnt disrespect them.... I tell people all the time that i speak from my heart...some people may like it and some people may hate it... I dont write to make other people happy or mad. I write so that i may look back on this one day when im old and sitting in rocking chair showing this to my grandkids. I am sorry if any of you were offended by any of my posts and even to the person who said that even though im home, im still too vivid and graphic. I didnt mean to do anything. This is the life that i live.  I am not perfect. I accept you guys criticism. It makes me stronger. It makes me able to go out and live life and so better each and every day. There was a guy and his wife that were aggravated or pissed off because i said that i was proud of myself because i wasnt like i was years ago. Well i am. When i was 15 years old, i was thinking that i was invisible.  I thoguht that death couldnt happen to me. I have lived and learned and in the words of a good friend, i have learned to pick and choose my battles.&lt;br /&gt;I owe the bloggers and the rest of my friends and family alot. You guys helped me come home from iraq and if i had to do it again i would, but not without "smurf" the guy who reads my blog and sends the joke of the day and the latina lady who likes curry, or erin and her kids and suz, and holli and nathan being the human-dog that he is, or mamma with her cute kids and hurricanes, or holli and her beer stories, or wegrit and her sports and beer, or AliAliALi..hell the list goes on... All that i can say is before you get mad or read on impluse...reread and try to understand where im coming from :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for the things that have hapened to me today..well they were intresting. I got up this morning to CAP banging on the door saying that i needed t o turn on the news. SO i got up scratching and yawning and i let him in. HE grabbed the remote and he said a helo went down in ramadi! I immediatly woke up. This is big news... The helo that went down CAP knew those guys but not well. This was the first time that i actually saw CAP cry. CAP is alot like me. He doesnt cry unless it is at a funeral of someone really close or something drastic prior to a funeral going on. Reality set in at that point. I was like how do i console this guy who has aligator tears coming down his cheeks.  I am just there..in my scooby doo boxers wrapped in a comforter in utter confusion. Not confused about the helo going down, but confused about the guy known as CAP.. the best dancer in all of the world crying. He didnt even cry when his wife was naked on webcam as he walked in the house unannounced. He didnt cry when others things moved him, but he cried now. I musterd up the guts to say im sorry man....  Man we did all we can do. Ya know alot of people dont know this, but i went through the first ever depression when i was in flight back home. Holli asked me if the military provided us with counseling or anything. Well its available, but i didnt go. I just dealt with it on my own. As i sit back and think about it, we prolly would have been there, but there was nothing that could have been done. Hell we obviously came back in one piece for a reason. I tried to tell CAP that, but i think that his wife and kids and unknown career path is really getting to him..Hell i cant even watch the news. When i log on to yahoo they have AP news streaming and it always has some news about a solider who has died or been severely injured in iraq. I didnt know that the media actually kept up so closeley with the number of deaths in iraq. I saw the video tonite about the helo going down and i saw the wreckage. Now why would someone do that in a time of war. Show footage of a crashed attack helo when there are many many families out there that have family members who fly in this type of helo. Alot of families got scares, but someone got the reality today. Someone got two marine officers knocking on there door telling them that there loved ones were dead. Ya know i actually had a dream while in iraq that we were shot down. My dream was so real. I could actually remmeber the helo falling. CAp and the Co pilolt screaming commands and then the impact! Ironically i survived the impact...all the crew were dead and well.. i died a violent death.  That was a wakeup call.  Today was a bad day for ppl who fly...whethere they are in the cockpit or abroad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also i got wind that Tony Romas a reaturant was closing down here in the area. I got with the manager and he gave me gobs and gobs of steak, shrimp, tony roma sauce and may other things. If you guys want some sauce..please let me know. I will try to fed ex you some sauce. I have too much to to store. All of the proceeds went to the organization that i work for as my  second job...if you want some of that or some of the sauce or potato soup stuff let me know i wil ship it on dry ice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im off too work..see ya laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113098615937888413?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113098615937888413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113098615937888413' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113098615937888413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113098615937888413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-i-can-say-that-response-to-emails.html' title=''/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113093640304785042</id><published>2005-11-02T15:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T16:00:03.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been a day....A day to rejoice...A day to be thankfulA day feel happy that i saw rain againAnd a day to get the biggest ass chewing by someone who didnt have any reason to do so, and i was just the first victim that they came across i presume.Now, a little about me. I am a guy that isnt hard to understand. I just cant really deal with lies, cheaters and people who make massive amounts of excuses that arent needed. Now some may say that these words come from a hardened military guy who is strictly military all the time, and they may be the case but i am a a gentlemen. I was raised not to disrespect women. My ma and my granny always told me that women were precious. They were the things that actually kept this world together. I truly live by that day after day. This ass chewing of course was by a women, and i really think that if it wasnt for those values learned over the years that i probably would have said some things that shouldnt be said to a women. I am happy...I didnt even think them. I was just like man i wonder what Dr.Phil would say. I bet he couldnt get out of this.. :D I am here in the states and the problems of Iraq have vanished. The problems of the USA and life in its normal ways has begun to surface. Wow....shit i bet iraq would have been better for getting cursed at and insulted for something that you didnt do say or cause. I sat there like a trooper. It reminded me of the time that i was in Tech School. There was this guy by the name of Airman Sonday. He was on the verge of getting kicked out of the Air Force and he of course screwed up again, and i decided to try and be the bigger man by taking the blame for this guy and saving him from being discharged from the military. Well i got my ass chewed and spit out and chewed and spit some more and wowzers. It was bad. I guess those are the way cards are dealt in life. Mac Called me this evening and she told me that she was going home in Dec. and we talked about iraq and stuff and then i asked her if she could help me with a question. Hell its more than a question.. It is the million dollar question. How does a woman work? IS there any college on earth that offers courses in womanology? If it is i need to go. Hell if i knew what made a woman tick, i would be a very wealthy guy and i would have the answer than every man over the age of 15 years of age wants to know. Woman are very very very strange people in there own beautiful way. Well thats how that is. It is what it is. I am a good guy. That is the one thing that i can brag on. I am a good guy. I know that if all of the normal women are married or abducted by aliens or somewhere amist the crazy psycho women, if i find one im set. Hell i was just playing around on the net last night and there was a police department online and i decided to to just email the Chief Of Police not thinking that iwould hear from him and i told him about my qualifications and what i have acomplished and this guy has emailed me about 10 times. He wants me to come to him asap. Hell it feels good being wanted. One day i want kids like my buddy CAP has. Kids that hate cheetos because Saddam eats them, or ones that call me like they did today and ask me what mountain oysters were. :/ It was funny as hell, and i had to create a kid friendly way to tell them what they were but i like that. I am good with kids and they love me. I cant understand why people dont take care of there kids. I was one of those kids that didnt get taken care of by my bio dad, but i just dont get it. Being a father to me wouldnt be a burden, it would be a privledge. Its the best way to see yourself walking or running around. A chance to actually see what your parents went through with our bad asses :P I also went to the Air Force base and i saw a guys wife shopping at thr BX. Her husband was injured in Iraq and is paralyzed. I look and i think. Now thats a wife. Some people would have ducked there tail and they would have just run away, but she stuck by him. Thats love. She was telling me about the house and how it had to be reconstructed to fit to his needs. She is going back to school to be a doctor so that she can take care of him. Thats sacrifice. I also was in a meeting today at my second job, and i found out that a guy who runs a homeless shelter that based on rigorus religion on a daily basis has fathered kids within this shelter with girls 15 and 16 years old. *shakes head* No charges have been filed and this guy freely walks around and he can preach the word of god, but he doesnt live it. He tried to test the water with me today and well i stood my ground and he was not pleased. I guess that is just a part of me being me. I am straight forward, but loving. Well i that i can do is hope that tomorrow will be better. IT was better than iraq, but i hope it will be better all the way around. Also......If you ladies are willing to tell me the secret of a woman i would love to know. :DNite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113093640304785042?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113093640304785042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113093640304785042' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113093640304785042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113093640304785042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-has-been-day_02.html' title=''/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113081178534193449</id><published>2005-11-01T05:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T05:23:05.376+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Day Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>Well here is crazy day part two. I rode with CAP to Tx with his kids. I think we sang 99 bottles of root beer on the wall like 99 times and i cant get that crazy song out of my head. I wanna grab the .50 cal and shoot that guy for keeping that stupid song going for so long..lol Well we went to court regarding CAP and his divorce and then we set out for family day in the park. I want kids sooooooo bad. I wanna play with them in the park. CAP's kids love me. We played on the swing and we threw rocks in the park and we chased the little duckies that went quack quack quack quack..lol We ate food in the park and had a picnic. One of CAP's kids asked me if i talked to Saddam? I was like umm no baby i didnt, but i saw him once. She said he looks like the Grinch Uncle Perry. Is he mean. I said hunny he is just differnt, but he does like cheetos. Then she said Uncle Perry i dont like cheetos anymore then. :/ HAHAHAHAHa Kids are something else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we drove back and i ate at jack in the box! I ordered 6 tacos... a chicken sandwhich and some potato wedges...umm umm umm umm um..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113081178534193449?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113081178534193449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113081178534193449' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113081178534193449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113081178534193449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/crazy-day-pt-2.html' title='Crazy Day Pt. 2'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113080202177447101</id><published>2005-11-01T02:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T02:40:21.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Day Pt 1</title><content type='html'>Today while at job number two i got a call from the District Attorney &lt;a href="http://www.26thda.org/"&gt;http://www.26thda.org/&lt;/a&gt; and i was like hmmm. Well if you guys remember per my previous post, i work extensively in the inner city as a casemanager and im known throughout the Southwest US quite well for my work. Well he called and he told me that he had a case that he wanted to me to look at and see if i could help this guy. I said sure and he gave me the demographics of the case, and well i told him that i could help the guy, but i could only help him from a distance because he was a sex offender and the place that i work for doesnt accept sex offenders because they have a daycare and all of the liability. He thanked me for this and about 20 minutes later i get a call from the Public Defenders office and she proceeds to tell me about the case even more. So she tells me that there was a mother who had 7 kids and one day she just got tired for caring for all of her kids, and she plotted a way to get "rid" of her kids. Well after careful planning on her part she decided to convince her younger son to say that her older son sexually abused her. Well as procedure calls, the police were called and so was CPS. The guy was arrested while the investigation was ongoing and they kid said that the brother sexually abused him . Well there was a rape kit done on the kid, and nothing was found. No penetration, no brusies, no cuts, nothing. There was no physical evidence, no dna..nothing. Well the kid was given a Public defender and the case was assigned to the District Attorney. So the Public Defender told me that the D.A. told her that this was out of his hands and that the guy who was 17 at the time needed to take a plea of sexual batter by incest which would make him a sex offender for life, or get the life in prison at Angola State Pen. Well i asked the Public Defender why she chose to take the plea instead of going to trial because there was no evidence, and she stated that the kid was black and would most definately get life in prison because of the area and the parish that he was in, and that she couldnt get a hold to the victim who was in custody by the state and the mother would not appear in court and by law she didnt have to talk to the defender because she had a son who was the victim and the alleged offender. So i asked the denfender what happened. She said that the kid got a year in jail and probation and he gets out sometime next month. He also has to register as a sex offender for a crime that they know he didnt commit, and he needs an address to go to if he wants to get out on his release date. Well i make a few calls and noone in this area takes sex offenders. I am at odds over this. Here we have a kid who is 18, doesnt have anyone in the world to go to, no car, no job and within the first 21 days of his release he must register as a sex offender and pay the 200.00 fee but he doesnt have the money. If he doesnt come up with the money he goes back to jail for revoking his probation. Damn... for a mother to set her own son up like that is just plain cruel. Also now the mother has decided that she wants her kids back, and the state of louisiana is giving her the option to go through parenting classes and life skills classes to get her kis back. WOW! After all of this she still gets all 7 of her kids back if she keeps herself free from trouble...Today was a hard day..I still never found a place for the kid.....Sometimes you just cant help everyone...See ya I will post later about my trip to TX with cap which has been rather exciting. When i have time and my wireless connection stays up for more than 10 minutes i will post about the trip with the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113080202177447101?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113080202177447101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113080202177447101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113080202177447101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113080202177447101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/11/crazy-day-pt-1.html' title='Crazy Day Pt 1'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113072319416408485</id><published>2005-10-31T04:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T04:46:34.286+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Skydiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hey guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I went Skydiving today. I was bored and some guys wanted to know if wanted to go. I said sure. I have my jump wings with the USAF so idecided to have some fun. We jumped from 15k feet and went out to outback steakhouse.  Yes in that Order.  I am here in the good ole USA and well im here and i love it and all, but its like part of me misses protecting freedom in a way. I spoke with the crew today and they said the same thing. We are a military inside a military and i guess that just how it will be. Thats just the way it is. Overall i am happy to be home. Food, Fun, People...and hopefully a official girlfriend one day.  Dayum just two weeks ago i was flying in the helo with AliAliAli's picture taped up there laminated to prevent the sand grains from runining it, and today im here at barksdale air force base. I guess i made it out better than most. That was my second tour in Iraq, and my third visit to Afghanistan. I have been in every major conflict known to civilians and some that werent know to civilians.  Life can be cruel. People can be harsh. I look at my buddy CAP who is going through rough times now. He has two beautiful babies who love there daddy and he has custody of them now, but there was another kid that wasnt his that he was forced to leave with there mother. Now im not a judgemental person, and hell people make mistakes and act selfish and foolish at times but kids and the elderly need us. They need the people who can do for them. I guess it just sucks to be in position to leave someone. CAP told me today that he feels like he left a airmen behind for the enemy to capture, torture and kill when he had to leave his stepdaughter.  Hell while we over there we had our own problems, but back home there are many problems as well. I guess we never thought about it like that. When i think about it, life is like a skydive. In life we must make choices and rely on faith and ourselves to make sure that things come to a positive end, but...Faith is a big one.  Hell i was shot with a Flak Jacket on in iraq, stabbed, hit by a bus, dropped in the wrong spot courtesy of the dumb ass officer from westpoint, and shot at on random. I mean i was at apoint where i couldnt go to sleep unless there was gunfire and choas around me. That was the most peaceful sleep.  Hell i went out today and i was at the airstrip checking over my chute and everything for the flight when there was a loud bang! It was like POW POW..hell before i knew it i had dove for cover and the whole room of about 30 people were looking at me like WTF is his deal..lol I must admit it was funny, but i guess that iraqnaphobia. The fear of coming home in a body bag. I cant even watch the news. I look at these little snipets of the roads, streets, people that i used to see in iraq with a backround of carnage, violence and pure hell. Why cant we have a form of media that just speaks the truth. One that isnt worried about the awards or anything like that. One that just tells it how it is. Hell Foxnews(&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com"&gt;www.foxnews.com&lt;/a&gt;) aka Al Jazeera are like one in the same.  Both tell lies. How many times have they told stories about the schools that were built, the jobs created for women, the houses built for the homeless. Ya know the good stuff. Why must people make money off of death. Death isnt wonderful for anyone regardless of who it is. I look at Rosa Parks. She died and the nation has lost an icon. Back in those days she had to have more than big balls to do what she did. Here in 2005 soon to be 2006 we have so much corruption, so many people fucking up and so many people just doing the wrong thing for the "right" reason.   Ya know we only live once! One time. You either can make the best out of it or you can skydive without a parachute.  I correspond with some of you that have a generally good life and you have alot too be thankful for, but there are some people who just complain. Complain just to complain. You complain because youre broke and cant go out and buy Kenny Cole Watches or Dooney&amp; Burke purses or whatever you like, and you think that the world has just gone to shit in a handbasket, but when you think about it you actually have it made. You have a family, and if you dont have that you have a baby who adores you and hell you are healthhy for the most part and you have a job...even though you may hate it, someone out there wants your POS job that doesnt pay enough, or you have this car, but who cares that it isnt a 2006 Mercedes Benz 500 series? Hell i am in the USAF and i drive a POS Kia and im happy. i think people take so many things for granted and they dont figure that they can lose them. But im living proof tHat you can. If you arent careful, you can lose them. You can lose it all. That why you have to be thankful for everything that you have in life.  Life is full of chances and opportunities and we must all take them.... Everyday is a Skydiving expedition..So the next time you skydive will it be with a parachute or without one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113072319416408485?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113072319416408485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113072319416408485' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113072319416408485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113072319416408485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/skydiving.html' title='Skydiving'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113068033406288987</id><published>2005-10-30T16:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T16:59:04.206+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Clip :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.big-boys.com/articles/iraqnews.html"&gt;http://www.big-boys.com/articles/iraqnews.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.big-boys.com/articles/camelspider.html"&gt;http://www.big-boys.com/articles/camelspider.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you guys should check out this clip :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went fishing again yesterday and IGKYAH or Im gonna kick your ass Holli once again put the curse on us and we didnt catch a single dag gum(is that a word) fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also CAP was awarded Temporary custody of his kids due to his ex wife doing some very nasty things...&lt;br /&gt;Umm if you guys remeber, she was one of the divorce filers while he was in iraq. She also tried to UP his insurance policy to a very very very comfortable amount in the event that he would have been killed. Also when he came back home(she was unaware that he was coming home) he walked into his house to find his wife(soon to be ex wife) well...just doing some things that she shouldnt have been doing on a computer without clothes on. So the divorce is gonna start and i have to get subpoenad to court which will be fun im sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in other news this morning while going to Grandys, i ran over a rabbit. :( I didnt mean to, but i couldnt avoid him. I stopped to see if he was ok, but he was dead. :/ Well I guess i will talk to you guys a little later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113068033406288987?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113068033406288987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113068033406288987' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113068033406288987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113068033406288987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/funny-clip-d.html' title='Funny Clip :D'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113057318445927702</id><published>2005-10-29T10:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T11:06:24.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing</title><content type='html'>Heya guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went fishing yesterday and it was great. I was there at Cross Lake in a boat with my buddy DH and ahh we were men... RAWR! It was windy, but it died up and down and we drifted to the open part of the  lake hoping to catch that "big one", but he only caught one catfish that we let go because Holli insisted that we dont kill the fish.  I think that she would have drifted into IKYAH Mode..or im gonna kick your ass Holli mode... if we didnt. IT was kinda funny how she was trying to speak for the fish :/ He was about 4 pounds and we were happy, but he got to live another day thanks to Holli. We also saw some cranes and cool birds like that. We also saw a gator, and there were two beavers who were ummm...well lets just say they wanted a baby. :P&lt;br /&gt;Oh i also ate at chic fil a again and umm umm umm umm umm :&gt; I also had a meeting that was not too good. We may have to go help with the latest hurricane if it gets really bad. I have yet to have any R&amp;R, and for some odd reason i wont take the advice of some of you guys and rest. I am so happy to be home that i just have myself involved in all sorts of  activities. I promised Holli, Suz and Mamma that i would get some sleep so please i know that all of you other bloggers can keep a secret, because i havent slept a full 12 hours yet so SHHHHHH. Well i gotta get some sleep. It is 306am and im supposed to be back out on the lake for 6am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113057318445927702?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113057318445927702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113057318445927702' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113057318445927702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113057318445927702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/fishing.html' title='Fishing'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113050864897161547</id><published>2005-10-28T17:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T17:10:49.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,173784,00.html"&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,173784,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113050864897161547?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113050864897161547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113050864897161547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113050864897161547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113050864897161547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_28.html' title=':|'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113041971056473646</id><published>2005-10-27T16:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:55:10.373+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apt Things</title><content type='html'>You guys are great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean i have so many emails wanting to help me with my apartment stuff. Well for starters, i paid a WOMAN(i finally confessed..lol) to decorate my old apartment, and i will have to find one with good decorative skills, and second of all i cant just take you guys things. I am grateful for the gesture which is good, but i dont deserve all of that guys. However maybe i can buy some things from you guys. Either way, i still am in dire need of a female with deocrative skills. She has to have these skills, but remeber that i am a bachelor without kids, and NO PINK ROSES OR DAISES IN THE BATHROOM OR ANY STUFF LIKE THAT.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya later...&lt;br /&gt;I have to go and meet CAP and the crew. The B-52 pilots and 8th AF are gonna try to pick us for answers for the upcoming missions in Iraq that they will be flying, and well they wont get anywhere...I'll write back later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also here is a story about my buddy CWO Weaver who was stationed in IRAQ with me. We trained a bit together, but he didnt make it...the media released his final letter with the approval of his family. We flew in the same bird and did everything the same pretty much. He was just always in the bird. IT coulda beeen me.  Thanks for all of your prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battlefield letter from father to daughter begins: "My Dearest Little Savannah."&lt;br /&gt;Like every soldier at war in Iraq, Army Chief Warrant Officer Aaron Weaver scratched down on paper expressions of love and longing. He wrote about his dreams of the future for his 15-month-old child.&lt;br /&gt;There was a spark of parental insight: "I always knew that having children is special to a parent, but it means so much more than I ever imagined. ... You are the meaning of my life. You make my heart pound with joy and pride. No matter what happens to me or where we go, you will always know that I love you."&lt;br /&gt;The letter was found on Weaver's body when he died Jan. 8, 2004, in the crash of a Black Hawk helicopter shot down by insurgents.&lt;br /&gt;Weaver, 32, joined the roll of U.S. troops who have died in Iraq since the war began in March 2003. On Tuesday, that tally reached 2,000 with the announcement of three more deaths: George T. Alexander Jr., 34, of Killeen, Texas, an Army sergeant who died of wounds at a military hospital; and a Marine and a sailor, both unidentified, killed last week in fighting west of Baghdad.&lt;br /&gt;In recent weeks, the pace of dying has doubled to more than a dozen deaths a week.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly seven of 10 American troops lost were soldiers. There were small numbers of sailors and airmen and one Coast Guardsman. Almost all the others who died were Marines. Forty-three were women. About a quarter were from the National Guard or Reserve.&lt;br /&gt;The letters home, a mix of the plain and poetic, are a poignant legacy of those American dead.&lt;br /&gt;Weaver's letter is today framed and hanging in Savannah's bedroom in Fayetteville, N.C. "I would hope that when she grows up, she knows how much he adored her," says Nancy Weaver, the soldier's widow. Savannah is 3 now.&lt;br /&gt;Scholars who study and collect war correspondence say the letters help bring into focus individual loss. "The overall impact of these letters is that it reminds us of the humanity of these troops and how they are not statistics," says Andrew Carroll, editor of two collections, Behind the Lines and War Letters.&lt;br /&gt;"So that when we look at a number like 2,000, those are 2,000 individual stories of lives lost, every one of them that had enormous potential, and ... 2,000 families that have been impacted as well."&lt;br /&gt;The letters transcend opinion and politics, says Jon Peede, director of Operation Homecoming, a project of the National Endowment for the Arts to collect the writings of men and women at war. "You can be for or against the war, and be moved by these writings," he says.&lt;br /&gt;The letters and e-mails that families shared with USA TODAY begin with "Hi, Princess" or "Hey, Mom," with "Hey, Baby" or "Dear Family." They tell of sandstorms and triple-digit temperatures, the monotony of war and a gnawing desire for home and normalcy.&lt;br /&gt;"Keep your eyes open for a 323 or 325 BMW, 2002 or 2003. That's what I want," Marine Lance Cpl. Deryk Hallal, 24, writes to his parents in Indianapolis, in a letter received on April 3, 2004, "Oh! Send some goodies. Beef jerky and things like that. Tell people at church to keep praying for everyone here."&lt;br /&gt;Often, soldiers and Marines allude to the death tugging at them each day.&lt;br /&gt;"God was with us on all of our patrols," Hallal writes. He was shot and killed in Ramadi on April 6, 2004. It was one of the war's bloodiest months: 135 Americans died.&lt;br /&gt;Carroll says a last letter has the power to re-animate, if only for a moment, those lost. "It draws us into their story," he says. "There is that sense of mystery, of what was that person thinking and what happened to them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113041971056473646?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113041971056473646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113041971056473646' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113041971056473646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113041971056473646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/apt-things.html' title='Apt Things'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113036798511713516</id><published>2005-10-27T01:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T02:06:25.146+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apt Trashed</title><content type='html'>Hey guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it from the Airport and i headed to Longview but before i could do that i stopped on the way to visit a cousin who never came so i left her a note. Anyhow... i was on the phone..speeding doing 28 miles over the limit when i saw a cop doing radar and i slowed down and pulled over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The first thing on my mind was damnn these haundi cars are pretty fast for being a POS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the officer walks up and here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofc: How ya doing... then he spits out copenhagen..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok sir and you?&lt;br /&gt;Ofc: Are you in a rush to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well no sir. I have been in iraq for quite a while im im used to driving at speeds of over 70mph to avoid getting blown up my IEDS or getting RPGS shot at me.&lt;br /&gt;Ofc: Oh youre a marine huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No sir im a airman&lt;br /&gt;Ofc: So you fly planes huh&lt;br /&gt;Me: No sir, i was a gunner in a pavehawk helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;Ofc: So you like to shoot huh&lt;br /&gt;Me: well when its a matter of life and death yes sir&lt;br /&gt;Ofc: How is it over there&lt;br /&gt;me: starting to get aggravated...i say well its shitty, smelly, lawless and they hate cops and military people.&lt;br /&gt;Ofc: well i say we blow the whole damn place up.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok sir&lt;br /&gt;Ofc: I cant remember what i stopped you for?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Speeding&lt;br /&gt;Ofc: oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Me: Heres my license and registration&lt;br /&gt;Ofc: Ok..oh by the way. Did you see a lot of blood. I cant handle it.. i have a weak stomach&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Me. Yes sir. I once saw an iraqi slit a sheeps throat and drink his warm blood with it trickling out of his mouth&lt;br /&gt;Ofc: Thats just sick&lt;br /&gt;Me: well its a way of life. I also saw a&lt;br /&gt;Ofc: Please dont tell me anymore. This officer will need assistance if you do&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am sorry sir for speeding, but i must be at my nearest base soon&lt;br /&gt;Ofc: Well im gonna let you go with a warning&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you sir&lt;br /&gt;Ofc: No thank you for not telling me any more stories&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok have a nice day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO HAHAHAHAH that was funny as hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway... I sped on even faster to my destination and made it to my apartment...&lt;br /&gt;It is utter destruction and everything is a total loss. They did however dry my carpet and im sure i will have to sue them to get my money back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i could tell a horror story to my apt complex and they have the officer syndrome :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113036798511713516?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113036798511713516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113036798511713516' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113036798511713516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113036798511713516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/apt-trashed.html' title='Apt Trashed'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113033861624756250</id><published>2005-10-26T17:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:01:02.996+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Day After...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WOW I got up a 5am, did some push ups and my granny was up and i ate 9 pieces of bacon, two pancakes and grits. She told me it was time for me to get a good woman who can fatten me up..lol Now i have taken a sandfree shower in clean water and im smelling like bodywash and i actually watched the local news. Hmm Strange and yet there is no graphic images of bodies, children, gunfire, rape. Hmm i like that. Also i fly out to Texas today. My apartment was flooded two months ago and my friend told me that everything was destroyed and of course i didnt have renters insurance, and the apt complex wont pay a thing im sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well thats is from American Guy Back From Iraq full of Bacon and Pancakes...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what will i eat for lunch! How some chicken :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; See ya laters guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113033861624756250?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113033861624756250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113033861624756250' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113033861624756250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113033861624756250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-after.html' title='Day After...'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113029440059399977</id><published>2005-10-26T05:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T05:40:00.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprise in Cali</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, i am back in the good ole USA. I have made it. I left the base in Cali, went to the airport to get a rental car and went to my grannies. I passed Krispy Kreme...ahh and i ate there and i went to burger king, mcdonalds, some place called taco beuno and i drank cold Beer! Well back to my story... i called my granny to see how she was and she thoguht that i was still in iraq and she told me that she was coming back from the mall. Well i raced to her place(i have a key) and i let myself in..and i was like wow! I never thought that i would see this place again...i went to the kitchen and drank a capri sun and then i heard the jingle of the keys.. It was my cousins... They saw someone in the house and they were sacred. I came around the corner and they bum rushed me. I fell over.. Capri Sun hit the ground and my granny walks in and tell them to quit horseplayin around and i get up and she drops her bags and i grab her and hold her and tell her that im home! She cries and she told me that she missed me so much. Well we talked and rekindled old times and i got a chance to sneak off and i bought her a ford focus to drive...she will be able to pick it up tomorow. She doesnt know. Its the least that i could do for her, and i paid the insurance up for a year! Well i gotta go..talk to you guys later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113029440059399977?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113029440059399977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113029440059399977' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113029440059399977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113029440059399977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/suprise-in-cali.html' title='Suprise in Cali'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113021163009411969</id><published>2005-10-25T06:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T06:40:30.133+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home Again</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I leave for Germany in 2+ hours...&lt;br /&gt; I couldnt have made it without Holli,Erin,Suz,Amber,Haley,Cassey,K,Kelli belly,Angela and my family and friends. I wish that i would have blogged earlier...oh shit and kikimiki or whatever her name is... she helped me actually deal with the period thing... acumakikik or something like that..oh and Mamma! She was helpful...you guys were the best... I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am going home... I will suprise my grandma..i hope she can take it...&lt;br /&gt;I have been shot(via flak vest) stabbed, fought, bombed, mortared, shot with RPGS and im going home with all limbs! When i get to Germany i will have a few brews if i can, and i will get someone a computer that needs one. I love you guys... i will mesage ya in Germany...bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Im leaving this FUCKING HELL HOLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113021163009411969?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113021163009411969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113021163009411969' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113021163009411969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113021163009411969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/going-home-again.html' title='Going Home Again'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-113012482409075254</id><published>2005-10-24T04:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T06:33:44.243+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Landing In Iraq(london)</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This...well..recreation was done by me with the approval of my good buddie in 3 doors down, but i feel like it represents me, and yes there are times when i dont think i'll make it through with some of the things that i do, but i have made it once again tonite with another close call. Its a lil too close for comfort when im so close to getting back home, but heres the song first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today in Iraq As the plane was touching down And all I could think about was monday And maybe ill be back around If this keeps me away much longerI dont know what i will do Youve got to understand its a hard life That im going through And when the night falls in around meI dont think ill make it through Ill use your light to guide the way Cause all I think about is you Well Baghdad is getting kinda crazy And the Sunni Triangle  is getting kinda cold I keep my head from geting lazy I just cant wait to get back h ome And all these days i spend awayIll make up for this i swear I need your love to hold me up When its all too much to bear And when the night falls in around me I dont think ill make it through Ill use your light to guide the way Cause all I think about is you And all these days i spend away Ill make up for this i swear I need your love to hold me up When its all too much to bear When the night falls in around me I dont think ill make it through Ill use your light to guide the way Cause all I think about is you&lt;br /&gt;And all these days i spend away Ill make up for this i swear I need your love to hold me up When its all too much to bear When the night falls in around meI dont think ill make it throughIll use your light to guide the wayCause all I think about is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats how i feel everyday. I know that i could be gone in a split second. I trust...Trust in the faith that i have everyday. I believe in faith so much. It has gotten me this far, but there always is another side to a story. Well as far as yet another harrowing experience in the book of life for me, it was an eventfilled one. Heres how it started.... we flew out with Brass Monkey playing thanks to Holli and her family and AliAliAli's picture was about to fly off when i had some surgical tape in a bag and i retaped it..Whew! That picture means so much too me. She is a cute girl, and i want all of te cute girls and boys back home to know that we are fighting so that they can grow up without fear. I want them all to fear nothing. Please please please please dont teach your kids to be scared of things. Fear is what fuels these dummies over here.  They live and strive on fear. Fear to keep people from working or going to school or just having a normal life. So as Brass Monkey was ending and reality set in. It set in when i remembered that i was gonna be lowered to the ground in a remote area of iraq to meet up with some Navy Seals who lost a Forward Air Controller to non hostile gun fire a few days ago. Now Non-hostile gun fire means usually or techinally suicide or accidental death. Anyhow, I was lowered with another Combat Controller and a PJ about 2 and a half miles from the Seals. We made radio contact with them as Cap and the crew were leaving. I was no longer safe. Well not safe within the helo. The ground is a dangerous place in iraq. YOu have Vehicle-Borned Improvised Explosive devices, snipers, dead animals packedd with explosives,  "stalled or broken down cars" packed with explosives, and hell the list goes on. Well we went under the cover of darkness which is a help. I often wonder if the same moon that i looked at on this beautiful night is the same moon and stars that you guys look at night. So we move stealth like. I remember that this is my real job. A combat controller that works on the ground with special forces. Here i am this skinny kid from Texas that wanted to join special ops because of the girls, and now ive grown up and im not a father nor am i married. So WTF was i thinking back then at 17. I guess i was thinking like a 17 year old is supposed to think. Shit i dunno. So as we are moving slow but steady, fast but cautious, we spot three iraqis kids playing. We see them with night vison goggles on. This is a red flag. Normal muslim kids playing in the wee hours of the night isnt something that you see. I radioed using my throat and a special device via special ops to the other guys who were spread out about 50ish yards away from me that this wasnt right and we came to a halt. As the guy with the most stripes and seniority, i make the call to halt. Ya know when you have other peoples lives on the line you have to make the right choice. Damn now i see where CAP comes in being a hard ass. We halt for maybe 30 seconds in this deslote area of iraq...the country if you will. There are no sirens, or bridges or city life this is country iraq. I know that someone heard that helo, and they had to have radioed to our area to be on the look out for americans. I know it. I tell everyone to check there weapons and we wait. Now at 96 seconds of being in the same place i know that if they know that we are here they are getting ready and i know that it will be more than three guys or girls or children or animals waiting to do us harm. I tell the CCT(stone) to get on his radio and call for a bird in the sky. He radioes back that we dont have a threat. I tell him to fucking do it! He does and we find that the nearest bird(jet) is the Navy guys and they are about 11 minutes away. CAP is gone, but this really wasnt a job for that type of aircraft, but he would have done it. I tell the guys that we will end radio contact unless neccesary and we to proceed to the next point via the mission. They do now this jet is 10 mins and 20ish seconds away. Then Boom! A mortar goes off. A SHREEK then Boom! another one...well so much for a suprise attack!I realize that what ever smart guy back at base(this is why i dont want to be a officer) put our drop point right in the bed of enemy when we should have been outside of the enemy with a viewpoint of them. FUCK! I break radio silence and tell the guys that the mission is aborted and i made radio contact back to base and i let them know of the error. I knew it was the asshole army guy that was fresh out of westpoint! What a fucking dummy. Then another Mortar...this time closer. Stone wants to return fire but i tell him to hold on because of the tracer rounds that will come out and light illuminates whenever you fire a weapon. Then Boom! from 40 yards away. We all keep our composure and move to a safer loc.  We trek up a hill and we see the enemy. Theres at least 20 of them.. running around like a chicken with there heads cut off! They are firing in an area that they think we are in, and stone takes his handgun, and i tell him to put that away. I inform him that we are very very very far away but we are close. Not close enough to do any damage with a handgun. Now realizing that we must fight our way through with 8+ minutes until the nearest help comes we spread out and get in defensive positions and decide to fight for our lives. So i fire the first shot and i tell the guys before the shot is fired that we have limited ammo and that we need to perserve it. Via night vison i fire the first shot...a person falls. They drag him away, and the guy to the right falls.  Someone else shot the guy who was dragging the wounded. 7 minutes and counting. Stone puts out a call to the pilots to cut all COM until they are within the strike zone. I know that they were flying at supersonic speed. Burning fuel and costing tax payers a bunch. I know someo f you my ask how can you think of that in a time like this but i did. So we continue to fire and the fire back with heavy artillery and we fire back. Then someone has a customized russian made weapon(which i will not name due to securtiy reasons) that they roll out and begin to chop down everything within a 120 yard radius. I duck and listen as the bullets and trees and dirt and rocks ignite sparks.  At least 1000+ rounds were fired from various locations and we just hunkered down. Shit was falling on me and the bullets kept coming. I tried to curl up in a ball and i just took it.  After they ran out of ammo or they tried to restock everyone let everyone know that they were ok and here we are 4+ mins until  its time and i take precison shots at these guys and  we are running low.  The numbers of insurgents are mounting fast.  They are growing.  The more we will the more they mulitply. I quickly realize that this was a t raining camp maybe. 2+ mins left and we are continuing to take strategic shots and we get radio contact that says they are on the way. Then I tell smoke to gather the coordinates quick fast and in a hurry and i tell him to call in the airstrike on our own position. This is the worst call to make. For a combat controller to call a airstriike outside of the comfort zone says alot. Hell this pilot asked that we repeat this request 4 times. im sure he didnt want to be a friendly fire story back home. We told him and we continued to fire on the enemy until i heard the roar. The song of the engines coming to our rescue. Stone called in the coordinates we took cover and they bombed the dog shit out of the enemy. All killed, no living, woman..children...and bastards dead. The area smokes. The back of the Pjs uniform is singed. We trek on and view the carcass of the dead. We praise the Navy guy for his expertise..he flies off, and we haul it too the army guys who cant belive that we are alive and we call in air strikes for them and evac a wounded solider and make it back to base camp. I checked my weapon and my handgun had one clip left and my main weapon had only 7 bullets left. Damn i needa get out of here ...even if its only for a little while... i hope that this guy will be punished for what he has done...prolyl not but i can hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-113012482409075254?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/113012482409075254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=113012482409075254' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113012482409075254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/113012482409075254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/landing-in-iraqlondon.html' title='Landing In Iraq(london)'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-112990635228505737</id><published>2005-10-21T17:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:05:51.023+03:00</updated><title type='text'>CAP and the Person who helped him get me wet..among other things</title><content type='html'>Hi guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is ok. &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I guess i decided to tell you guys that im ok and i usually post more, but i just havent. Hmm where do i start. Lets see there was someone that convinced CAP that they should all yell while i was sleeping and the throw ice cold water on me. Oh payback will be sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Also, i was supposed to be coming home(to the USA) but Wilma has put a hold to that, and i will no longer be coming home by the first. When i found out, it was by an officer who chose to laugh at the situation while i stood at attention. I also flew out today and saw the bodies of american soliders dead after a roadside bomb. I even heard that one guy was going home in a week, and he will never know his son who was born yesterday. Sometimes things happen. Family can either help you or hurt you. They can make this experience as pleasant as possible, or they can make it worse than it is...when that happens its really bad. A guy over here that had divorce papers sent to him decided that he was through feeling sorry and saying what if. He has been better ok and then a twist of events happend. His ex wife who sent him papers over here is now jobless because she left there home for some other guy and now it didnt work. Hes coming home to no home but hes home and now she wants him back. That just pissed him off. We are always be at war...war with ourselves over...just treating people humanely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I also got a email from another Combat Controller in afghanistan and he was telling me that a embedded reporter.....sigh...they are just dummies... caught video of this unit burning dead afghani corpses and using psychological warfare to bring the enemy out. Now the reason for burning them was because they enemy decided to kill themselves but slowly. They infected themselves with a contagious substance that was deadly so they had to burn them after they were killed. Hey you do what you gotta do to serve. The motto for the pjs is so that others may live. Well you do what you gotta do to live. So here we have the reporter from Australia who blasted the US Forces for this and now he has made alot of other people hate America. Reporters arent worth shit. They have really opened my eyes. You have about 1% of them that are good. The rest of them are useless. They keep corruption within the world going on a daily basis. Everyone from Bill O'reilly @ Foxnews(Al Jazeera of America) to this Australian asshole who would beg a plead for the same guys that he put at risk by taping this to come and save his ass if he were kidnapped. Kinda like biting the hand that feeds you dont ya think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-112990635228505737?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/112990635228505737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=112990635228505737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112990635228505737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112990635228505737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/cap-and-person-who-helped-him-get-me.html' title='CAP and the Person who helped him get me wet..among other things'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-112976961114761025</id><published>2005-10-20T02:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T03:58:11.286+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Up To my Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ok I have rested a little bit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Let me say this... I did not and i wont back down on my post, but i must clear some people who think that this post was directed at them. For starters this post was not directed at any bloggers whom ive never laid eyes on. I must apologize to the people whom ive never met for thinking that i was tearing them a new asshole. I am a very open and honest person, and i dont name names, but this one is due. I woke up scratching and yawning but very very very much happy that my body wasnt wearing down. I happy that we arent flying for the next few hours due to mat. checks. Back to the previous post though... I didnt mean that post for anyone on here other than my half sister. My sister and I dont get along that well. She thinks that i should be a lawyer or a doctor or snobbish SOB, and thats not me. She thinks that i should have been in 4H instead of playing basketball. She thinks that i should have went to Harvard as she did instead of LSU. She doesnt think that i shouldnt drink beer or help inner city kids.. I should just write them a check every year and say that justice has been served. Well yes we butt heads 99% of the time, and my sister really doesnt care about me she just communicates with me to "appear" as if she loves me so much, but she really doesnt. I know people think that i am talking bad about my half sister, but im not. She is what she is. She is a fucking rude, snobbish, selfish and thoughtless woman who only does things for the TV cameras or for the newspapers or for some gleam and glamour. For example she left me a email and said that Hurricane Katrina was good because it would make all the poor people get off there asses and get a job. Or That Katrina was good because she gets tired of taking care of old people that she doesnt know. RUDE!!! My sister has all of the money and the fast cars and the big house with a marble staircase and a elevator in the house and a plasma tv in the bathroom and one in the closet, and thats great. But it doesnt make a person who they are. Well there was a series of events that led up to this explosion..if you will of a post that i wrote. Here they are... first of all, i dont take anything from my siste because i dont want to owe her shit and her money is no good to me. I dont ride in her car, stay in her house, eat her food, or do anything. I love her, but i dont associate with her like that. She asked me awhile back if she could send a fedex shipment to Ramstein Air Base in Germany Attn: To me for enough goodies for over 300 military personel and civilians. I told her no, and i have my reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1. She is not gonna get media fame and glory for sending a shipment when we have soldiers,airmen,sailors and marines dying every single say over here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2. When someone sends something(especially to me and my buds) i would like to at least think that it is from the heart, not because you "feel" you have to or you have some hidden agenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3. I hate it when she thinks that she can just whip out her check book and just solve a problem. SORRY! It doesnt work like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So i told her no, and she got mad and hysterical and said some pretty hateful things that inculded death in them via email and i didnt hear from her for a week or so. Now i know that i talk to some of you guys regularly, and i havent mentioned this to you. Well now you know, me and my half-sister are at odds over life and the way that it should be lived. Well she decides to email me and she wants to act as if nothing happened. I still remmeber of course, but she has selective amnesia and she has forgotten already. She proceeds to ask me how things are over here, and im short with her and i reply that things are deadly as you wanted. She never said that she was sorry for saying what she said, she continued on as if i didnt exsist. She came back to her usual self and she she sent another email and she stated that her kids asked about me and she shunned them for admiring a military robot. I was still passive at this point and she sent another email telling me that it was hard work worrying about me and it costed her money and time and it would be easier to either have me home or in a casket rather than worry about me everyday. Thats when i flipped and told her to kiss my fucking ass and i told her to go and fuck herself. I told her that she didnt even have to worry about me at all. Worrying isnt about what you can achieve from it. Worry is actually just caring about someone. Thats love. When you worry you love someone. It doesnt matter about anything else. Hell if i got shot down tomorrow and was killed, im sure that alot of you couldnt make it to the funeral, but you would be hurt. Its because you care. Everyday that i climb into a helo or a HUMMVV theres a 99% chance that i wont make it. I have made it this far and im gonna come home. I have alot too live for, and being a snob isnt part of my life. I like people and i dont care if they are gay or straight..white or black or iraqi or sunni or shiaite or kurd. I Dont care. I love people as humans. I think as a human race, we have gotten away from that. We have gotten away from just caring for people. People are people. Love is Love and Worrying means that you love people. It doesnt have to be the mushy i wanna screw yo usilly love, it could be the i love you as a friend love.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To my sister who reads this blog and critzes everyone about what they say..... God has given you everything that you want, and in the blink of an eye, everything could be taken away! I love you, but you need a reality check. I love everyone..even the guy who gets gunned down by a .50 cal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To the people who thought that this was intended for them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It wasnt intended for you in any shape form or fashion. Alot of you guys ask me how i do this, and i nreality i do this with your help. I blog everyday and you give me word of encouragement with each and every keystroke upon your keyboard. You girls are the true warriors. You are single mothers, over achievers, lovely kind hearted people. I thank you for that. There are some people over here who dont have anyone. I have you if i dont have anyone else. I miss you and i will pray for you everyday. Remember that if you think that yo uhave it bad, just think about someone else. I love you all and please remmeber that this wasnt meant for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Love ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-112976961114761025?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/112976961114761025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=112976961114761025' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112976961114761025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112976961114761025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/follow-up-to-my-post.html' title='Follow Up To my Post'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-112975243883780522</id><published>2005-10-19T22:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:07:18.916+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Worrying and Blogging...</title><content type='html'>Heya guys how are you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things are great with you guys and im glad that you got a kick out of the period thing.PUKE! Anyhow it is yet another day and i have been literally running on zero sleep. I am glad for sleep deprivation training because it is paying off now. I would like to thank everyone for just listening to me when i write, but i must tell you that i am highly pissed off at a email that i got. Well let me back up.... someone here(some ppl dont respond on the blog, some just email me)  has asked me some unclassified questions about the things that go on in iraq and if im ok or not or what im gonna do in iraq on this day or that day. Now most of you guys should know that i tell it like it is whether its good bad or ugly. Well when this person asked me if things were ok or not in iraq, i was honest. Ya know every day isnt a funny day here in iraq. There is death, destruction, choas, fighting, stealing, raping, robbing, kidnapping, murder...hell iraq is no paradise so i feel that whenever you ask someone how are they doing or if they are ok, you should be prepared for the answer. The answer may be pretty or it may not. Well anyway when this person asked me if things were ok, i was honest and i told them that it wasnt. I have been up every 3-4 hours on the regular and its taking a toll on my body. I did not start this blog to have you guys worry about me or cry or to make your hearts melt when i write something. I am a real person, and if you met me in person, i would be the same way. Now i have to be honest and tell you that it pisses me off to no fucking end that i get a email saying that this person cannot continue to worry about me and the guys over here in iraq and i took it as if it was my fault? Ya know that not only hurts, but it pisses me of and angers me. I started this blog not knowing anyone, and i didnt do it for a fan base. If that was the case then i would have more and more people on this blog, and i dont. Hell i worry about mamma, erin,Haley,Cassey, Suz.. Shit i worry about you guys everyday. But i dont think of it as a burden to have to worry about you guys. My heart aches when things may be wrong with you or your family. Just because im over here in iraq riding on a helo and shooting everday doesnt mean that i dont have compassion! Shit when i read that erin was selling her house and she hoped that someone buy it i said a little prayer as well, or i pray that SUZ's illness doesnt get the best of her or that Haley wont drink and drive when she parties. That is not a burden to me. If i left any of you guys out then its not on purpose, im dead tired so sorry. But for someone to tell me that it really pissed me off. So i have decided not to blog for awhile and being that i have my own personal govt computer, im gonna leave it with Mac when i make it to my next FOB. I guess i should make this clear that im not saying this for you guys to worry about me. Hell i have enough ppl back home in my family going nutz because of this situation in iraq. I have a grandmother that stays glued to the TV hopeing that im not the next U.S. solider killed in iraq by a roadside bomb or shot out of the sky. everytime that i call her, she cries and cries and cries and i cant even hear what she is saying. After i get off the phone with her, my family tells me that her blood pressure goes through the roof and she is just sick for days after i talk to her.  Worrying shouldnt be a burden to anyone if you care about them, not for who they are, but just to care for people as human beings. Shit i worry about all of the women over here because they are treated so bad. I dont do it for a award or a medal. I do it because thats the kidna person i am.  Ive talked it over with CAP and the crew and they stand behind me when i write this. I will be online later on to view the comments and emails and then i will post again and who knows i may stay away from blogging for a day two days maybe a week or a month! I love all of you guys and when i decide to blog again i will let you know. Hell i dunno.... maybe i need some sleep and maybe i wont stop blogging at all.. i will be back on after i get some much needed rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love you guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-112975243883780522?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/112975243883780522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=112975243883780522' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112975243883780522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112975243883780522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/worrying-and-blogging.html' title='Worrying and Blogging...'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-112966209530647860</id><published>2005-10-18T21:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:13:52.246+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Period</title><content type='html'>Ok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a post that is out of the ordinary. I was talking to someone today and three women have thought that i should know about there menstrual cycles and periods and ugghhhh that stuff is just sicko! I mean the word period used in that term just freaks me out beyond repair! I was tortured as a teen with tampons and maxipads(which i am deathly afriad of). I was about 15 or 16ish and my 4 female cousins decided to put over 48 maxi pads on my favorite couch and on my bed(unused still in the wrapper) becuase they knew my hatred for the pad! Sigh...is this a common thing nowadays to say geez im having a shiity day... I am on my period? PUKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had a gf once and she needed me to go to the store for those things, and i paid a kid 20 bucks to go into the store and buy them and quad wrap them in plastic and then put it in a paper bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no laughing matter...so then CAP comes in and tells me that periods arent as bad as they seem and you just have to go and get the tampon thingys and its part of being a good man. Well i know that im a good man, but i cant do the tampon thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;I can do everything in the world but touch a tampon or think about blood gushing like niagra falls from a woman. I am however open to the biology of the period if someone has some insight. Please help me with my fear and yes laugh if you must. I have been laughed at all day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-112966209530647860?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/112966209530647860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=112966209530647860' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112966209530647860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112966209530647860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/period.html' title='Period'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-112959615201696917</id><published>2005-10-18T02:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T03:42:32.076+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandstorms yet again</title><content type='html'>Hey guys...sandstorms prevented us yet again from pounding these guys like i thought that we should have. Today was a day that i wanted to get in there and really give them a run for there money. I found out today that Abdullah(a local kid) was shot for proctecting his sister from being raped by the insurgents. He was the kid that some of you guys sent gifts too and even a walk man portable cd player in which he walked around and displayed as if it was gold or something.  He was a sweet kid. He used to talk with us via an interpretor and he wanted to be  the first iraqi king crab fisherman. Now why he wanted to do that, i dont know. He was advid about it. I gave him crab fishing books and pictures, and a navy intrepretor wrote down a 200 page book in his language so that he could read about the crab. Dammit! I usually check on him at least every other day or so and today i didnt. If i would have checked on him, maybe he wouldnt have been in the situation that he was in. His father was killed in front of him execution style by the insurgents and he had a very very distasteful attitude for the insurgents in iraq. HE was like the Malcom X of Iraq. Ive seen him walk up to known insurgents and say there he is there he is. He fought and spit on them. He was very vocal but young. He liked rap music and he liked Garth Brooks. What a mix.  He liked snickers and M&amp;Ms. We gave his family alot of money to help them out after his dad died. Dammit Shit Hell Dam Fuck. I dont really care about the insurgents being killed but kids and  innocent people really get to me.  We are gonna find out who was behind this indirectly and i hope that...well i will be silent about that. Justice will prevail! The last thing that he told me was that his sister said that i was Tall Dark &amp; Handsome. He told me that he wanted to be tall dark and handsome when he grew up. He respected me, and i told him that he had to be low key, but he said that his dad wouldnt want him to be. He was the true muslim. He followed the book like it was supposed to be followed. He was respectful, loving, caring and one of those families that had close ties to Saddam Hussien. His father was electrocuted by Saddam and his thugs. His dad was one of the lucky ones. I know that he didnt have any fear, but maybe if i would have just....hell i dont know. I feel like i should have done something. Shit. There isnt a thing that can be done. Its done, its over with...its gone and it can never be taken away.  I dont think that i can even face his mother and sister again. I cant believe it. This country is about the most unstable damn place that i have ever been. I have been working in the inner city back home all over the USA and hell its nothing like this. I was able to talk to some people that work in the inner city. I have news yet again. There was a guy by the name of Smoke. Smoke was a 22 year old kid who was a drug seller. A nickel and dime kind of drug dealer if you will. Smoke always told me that he was gonna leave drug dealing alone and get his GED and go to college, but not today...maybe tomorrow Hawk. Thats what he would always say. Well he bit the bullet a few days ago. He and his mom were walking down the street and some old enemy shot him in the head and shot his mother in neck. Damn. 23 years old and his life is snuffed out behind drugs. This kid could run up and down a basketball court faster than you could blink your eye. Now his mom has a son that is dead. He didnt die on the spot, he died about 5pm CST but his mother saw him when he died. Real enemies are the ones over here. There are no bad asses or gangsters in the USA. The real fucking killers are these fools over here.  Life can be tough sometimes. Mac toldme that i should cry and maybe i would feel better, but im not the one who cries. So also while we were sitting here eating beef jerky and just talking, here comes yet another yell for mail. So my buddies get up and beckon me to come with them and i do, and i'll be a motherfucker. ya know some women are just fucking cruel.  One of my buddies gets a picture of his dog that he thought was sold(because of his wifes cruel intentions was not in fact sold, but was still alive and at home) dead(according to the picture with blood around his fur) This was obviously disturbing, and i looked at the "dead dogs" photos over and over and over again while sipping on some soup in a cup and i realized that this could not be true. So i had a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend that new a police officer to go to the house a on a routine patrol, and there was lucky healthy and as undead as possible. People can be so cruel...*shakes head* Why go through the trouble. As for me in iraq, i am ok. Im waiting on the sandstorm to blow over and well ill be at it again. I have just been in one of those moods. Ya know..just a i could have been more productive in my day mood. I have just been really short with people today and its not that i dont care, its that i sit here and ponder about people and i think about situations and ya know.....well....shit aint like it used to be.  I guess you only have one chance and one opportunity to say what you mean to people like me, and there are certain people back home that wanna hold things in and not say what you mean. Shit...you could be gone in a second and never have the chance to say what you wanted...i just think that it is crazy that people just take chances. Why deal drugs? Why kill a kid? Why rape? Why send a photo of a dog tat you put make up on a shit to make look dead when he isnt? Why cheat...why lie? Hell i guess we could all ask why o why o why huh. Here i am in iraq, getting shot at and gettting rpgs fired at me and people have the spare time to make dogs appear as if they were dead? Oh and i just got a follow up email and the kid who shot smoke was only 19. So here we have a 23 year old dead, a 40+ year old wounded, and a 19 year old held with charges of murder and attempted murder. I am sure that this guy would love to have that day taken back. Once you pull the trigger that is it. I know i do it on a daily basis. I pull the triigger and before i can blink my eye i see someone fall. I instantly realize that since i am a good shot that someone has lost a sister, mother, brother, cousin, uncle, aunt, dad. I cant take it back nor am i proud of it, but war is war nomatter the reason or its validity.  Well i think i have bored you guys enough... So i will end it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta fly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-112959615201696917?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/112959615201696917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=112959615201696917' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112959615201696917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112959615201696917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/sandstorms-yet-again.html' title='Sandstorms yet again'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-112947850539800966</id><published>2005-10-16T18:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T19:01:45.410+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Idea!</title><content type='html'>Heya guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have a new idea.. I would like to talk to all of you guys at the same time, and i have found out a way..  I would like all of you guys to download yahoo messenger @ &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com"&gt;www.yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i will be able to set up a chat room and i have a brand new mic. So we will all be able to talk and chat! So i hope that you all can show up! Once you have yahoo messenger downloaded, i will set up a private chat room and we will all join. I would like to thank all of you guys for being there for someone that you dont even know...that can be hard at times. Once you have it done, you can email me at &lt;a href="mailto:af879@yahoo.com"&gt;af879@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope to have at least someone attend. It would make me very very very very happy if you guys could attend. I would like to do it about 4pm Central time. I will continue to check back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also i got Hollis package in the mail. Now im not a mushy kinda guy, but i almost shed a tear. I had pictures from ALi and her friends that will go up in the bird now, i have beef jerky, salsa, baby wipes, dvds...I feel really special.. So special thanks to Holli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh and Mac...thanks for sending me damn subway wrappers with no sandwhich in them..that was so cruel! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For you guys who dont know who mac is, mac is the chic who posts my posts for me if i cant make it to a computer... Mac is in the lead as far as pranks go, but when i see her again she will pay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for pranks...let me tell you what one marine did to another... He put ex lax in his coffee..lmfao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now if that wasnt the funniest damn thing ever... the guy stayed on the crapper for over an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well i gotta go..hope you download messenger and pic a screenname..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-112947850539800966?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/112947850539800966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=112947850539800966' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112947850539800966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112947850539800966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-idea.html' title='New Idea!'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-112938190527983861</id><published>2005-10-15T15:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:11:45.346+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am still here in iraq, and well now the Sunni Iraqis want to prevent there own people from voting, and if they try to vote then the blow the voters up....sigh! These were the same dummies who screamed, bitched and cried about a change! Anyhow, i was up in the helo today(less the 19 y/o who will face criminal charges for shooting himself in the gut) and Cap decided to play Dora the Explorer..who the hell chose that one? And it sounded like a kids song or something...There were alot of tinky winky words and stuff :/ Anyhow... we circled alot of enemy hot spots and saw very minimul action...then we hit the electricty grids and stations and jackpot! The turned and saw us and one guy decides to raise a RPG at us and i unloaded on everyone there including the newly rebuilt electricty grids and well my actions caused a blackout in some areas. I didnt feel bad because the iraqis are use to the dark..i know that is mean, but hey i hate rpgs. This guy was able to get the rpg off before we were able to cut them down! I know it sounds bad when you say cut them down, but thats what happened. I also almost lost my life today(not that i dont do that everyday) because my mind was on a certain woman &amp; her situation at home with her baby and hell i dont know... i just couldnt stop thinking about it. Well heres what happened. Usually when i load up on the helo, i strap in the helo and that way i can move around and if the pilots make sudden abrupt moves or i have to hoist someone up im strapped in case  we make sudden moves. Well i wasnt strapped in, and i had to lean out of the helo and they thought they saw more insurgents and he veered up and out left and there  i went.  When it happened i knew that i was going over,  but luckily my buddy saved my ass and caught me before i was out of arms length. They slowed the flight  and they helped to pull me back up to safety. Cap told me that i was tired of riding with them so i decided  to find another way home! That was the first time in over six and a half years riding professionally that i have made a costly mistake.  Usually i am able to check that stuff and still think about situations back home. I hated it that i wasnt able to know what was going on at home with certain people and there babies.  I will say however that dangling from your legs out of a pavehawk helo is not fun at all! Well i gotta get some nasty baked fish(throw up) i hate fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; See ya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-112938190527983861?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/112938190527983861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=112938190527983861' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112938190527983861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112938190527983861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/crazy.html' title='Crazy!!!'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-112929986270656913</id><published>2005-10-14T16:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T17:33:52.680+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Wow... im here in iraq and a sandstorm is and has caused trouble for fly boys in this area.&lt;br /&gt;It has been pretty crazy here the last couple of days. The violence has escalated and this constitution bullshit can go to hell! Yea i know that this is supposed to make us go home faster, but ya know it doesnt seem to be happening. I also ran across some SPecial Ops guys that have flew over here from the USA, and they are gonna do a mission and go back to the states! Why couldnt i be on that misson. Damn! I want some damn Chik Fil A. I want a kids meal 6 pack with a coke:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my kids that i play with in the inner city and the people that i help in the inner city. Ya know if you guys havent had the chance to volunteer in the inner city or the poor neighborhoods, i encourage you to do so. I remember a week or so before i left, i left a lady and a family who used to prostitute there young 12 year old daughters for drugs and money. I had a email just a minute ago that stated that the mom was clean and the daughter wasnt doing that anymore and that she had been tested for all STds and came back clean! I miss that...&lt;br /&gt;Well i gotta head to a briefing... see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-112929986270656913?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/112929986270656913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=112929986270656913' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112929986270656913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112929986270656913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-112918539732951619</id><published>2005-10-13T09:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T16:56:54.733+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting Again/Lust/Iraq</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, it is about 9am here in iraq, and i guess i should be sleeping, but im not. I am sitting here typing to you guys. Wow..my actual bath was great! It took alot of FOB hopping, but i did it. So now im here in iraq and we are getting ready to fly out again. The 19 y/o is with us again for nothing more than experience(according to the Army) . We prepare to head out and he asks me the same question again... What if i dont make it on this current mission HAwk? I reply..Well if you dont, you will get sht out of the sky, have your life flash before your eyes and burst into flames and die before the enemy gets you if you are lucky! Well there goes my sick and twisted humor again before take off. We life off with the wind blowing harder than normal with some guy by the name of Pink Flooyd.. :/ It was a weird song, but hey it worked. So we are set to fly out and patrol a insurgent hot spot along with the USMC! We make it there, CAP decides to fire his rounds off..we hit alot of insurgent buildings, the Maj flies out of nowhere with percison guidided ammo and we provide security until we can leave out. Well upon leaving out , we see thew 19 y/o who is yet devasted again. I dont think he is cut out out for special operations. Nope i dont think he will make it much longer... well thats all that i can write now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Lust goes, there is a lady who has a kid(hey i love kids so all you bloggers dont hold it against me) and i think she is cool. She is back in the states and i dont think it is lust, but i sure love the way she makes me feel. I have talked to her on more than one occassion for quite a long time. I have realized by talking to her that all women arent bad after all..so mystery woman out there, thanks for everything..even though you dont know who you are. I will post again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-112918539732951619?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/112918539732951619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=112918539732951619' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112918539732951619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112918539732951619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/posting-againlustiraq.html' title='Posting Again/Lust/Iraq'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-112910499987945835</id><published>2005-10-12T11:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T11:16:39.890+03:00</updated><title type='text'>garden tub</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, i cant tell you how, but i am in iraq safe and i actually had the opportunity to talk to someone really special, and well i almost got mushy with that person until i decided that i should hols odd. Anyhow, i got into the tub and i "marinated" for quite a bit. It has been a long time since i had running hot water to soak in. Well See ya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-112910499987945835?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/112910499987945835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=112910499987945835' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112910499987945835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112910499987945835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/garden-tub.html' title='garden tub'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-112891344507438186</id><published>2005-10-10T05:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T06:04:05.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Homicide Bomber</title><content type='html'>Hey guys how are you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, my post says homicide bomber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is a post that i would like everyone if they have children(teens) or people that are unappreciative to read this(even if you have to read it out loud to them). Well Let me rewind a little bit. I talked to my parents this morning, and i talked to Holli for like an hour while doing paperwork, and we kinda just talked about random stuff, and just to let you women bloggers know... i think  that it is pretty messed up that you all are gonna meet for a concert, but noone wants to fly to iraq to see me :D Anyway..sorry for the bas joke, but after thati kinda just laounged around and laughed at the CAB(crazy asian boys-thats what they call themselves) who smacked the hell out of each other for pure pleasure and pain, and then we are notified that we need to fly out. Yep! Another mission... i knew that this one was gonna be intresting because..well.. i dont know how i know but i did! So as we are loading up, we are getting brieged and i figure out that we are gonna have a army ranger interpreter with us for a little bit. No biggie to me, but i hate it when new people come along because i trust my life within my crews hands, but not this young 19 year old kid! Anyhow, we roll out and we are all gonna get dropped off at a near by loc and we must travel to some wounded iraqis apparently caught in a roadside bomb. Im like great..im on the ground with unexploded ordiance everywhere.  Well we fly up and today three doors down(one of my fav groups) is playing "away from the sun". So we fly and the 19yr army kid is baffled. Im sure he has heard so many stories about how air force ppl are sorry, and now he is about to risk his life! I slap him on the back and tell him that if he is blown up, he wont even feel a thing. Was that wrong? Apparently so. He is the first guy that pisses his pants on a helo that i have ever met. Literally. SO here we are in Iraq with a pissy ass interpertor who is gonna be on the ground with me. Have any of you guys smelled fresh fear piss? Yes i said fear piss. There is a difference between piss and fear piss! I wont go into that, because some of you guys have weak stomachs.. Anyhoo  i laugh at this guy right in his face because he is scared and pissy, and CaP lets him know that he will be ok and that even though im crying laughing  overe here that im the good guy, and iwont let anything happen to him. I think at this point he thought for once that he was on a death mission. LOL. In its own sick twisted fucked up kinda way, this was funny! SO we are about 1.5 miles away from are drop loc, and i can see the fear within his eyes. I assure him that today, he will come back within one piece. Then he asks me about tomorrow, and i told him to worry about tomorrow when it gets here. So we are 500 yards away from being dropped off in bfei(bum fuck egypt iraq) and we fast rope it down to the ground. Whew.. we all make it safe. Now we have to haul it to the wounded with night vision goggles on and alot of medical supplies and guns. Now i am no big guy! I am a lil skinny guy with alot of heart and will to make it out alive, and im proud of that, but a freakin heavy ass gun in iraq is crazy. So we make it on the ground..all in one piece and the helo flies away. When the helo flies away, you know that you are really alone in iraq. Hell i couldnt even hear a iraqi crickett rub its legs together...So we make it fast, but slow....cautious but stealth-like to the site of the wreckage in a remote part of iraq. Here i see a car thats blow to smitherines and the PJ and I look inside, and everyone is dead. A teenage kid(i presume by the bone structure) two adults and a infant. They are burnt beyond recognition. They are charred and stuck to the metal wires within there car. So i tell the 19 yo to come over here and look to see if any secondary devices are around. This was the first time that he had clearly seen death, and it was taking an effect on him. The smell of burning flesh is a distincnt smell that you will never foget. So i told him that there were  no EOD(explosive Ordinace disposal) guys coming and if he set off a bomb, once again he wouldnt feel it if he triggered it. So he eased over and i made..forced him to touch a charred corpse. Now this wasnt cruel punishment..but a way to save our lives. SO he did..he threw up and continued. After we secured the car, we made it to the area around the car and here is the culprit. The hommicide bomber, and he is in rare form. He is half blown off with his guts hanging out and blood and his liver is severly damaged. He is shaking and shivering and bleeding from the mouth. HE is saying something in arabic and i cant understand what he is saying. SO i turn to the 19 y.o. and  he throws up again. Then he starts to cry and lose it, and i grab him and tell him to FUCKING GET IT TOGETHER! He continues to cry, and i told him that if he didnt stop this shit that i would shoot him my fucking self... Well that just scared his pissy ass, and he told me what the Homicide Bomber said... Can you get this...the bomber was in so much pain that he wanted us to shoot him. I told the 19yo to tell him that we dont do that, and i told him to read the geneva convetions card back to the ass fuck who blew himself up and he did. To make this story short, the bomber bled to death and screamed until i had to put a mouthful of wet moisties in his mouth so that he wouldnt give away our position in the darkness... We got lifted back up and headed back "home". We made it back all safe and sound, and here i am posting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The 19 year old thanked me afterward. He has been in the Shower for well over an hour. I knw he is trying to scubb himself clean, but it wont happen i dont care how long you stay in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For all of you teens and unappreciative people... you should stop and think that life could be gone in a minute! Dont argue with your parents, and dont be ungrateful...be thankful for what you have. You could be the family who was in that car. They were innocent, and they died a violent horrible death. They were burned alive! Please live life to the fullest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-112891344507438186?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/112891344507438186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=112891344507438186' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112891344507438186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112891344507438186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/homicide-bomber.html' title='Homicide Bomber'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-112883571319018581</id><published>2005-10-09T08:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:31:03.093+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Update/Videos</title><content type='html'>Heya guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting you today...the day that the iraqi sunnis rejected parts of the consitution.-.. they are keeping me from coming home soon. :/ I wish they could get it right! I finally got a email that stated that i got a package from Wendy Williams(talk show host..For CAP) and i got a package from the lovely Holli G. WOO HOO! I am awaiting the pictures from the camera phone that shows Holli and Faith's pic on a Tee Shirt! I dont know if that was supposed to be a suprise or not, but for all of you people that dont know, all of the women on my blog are HOT!!!!!!!!! There are at least 40 guys(literally) who want Holli, and i tell them that even if i die in Iraq, they cant have her. Is that over protective, or is that just being a man. I mean.. they want mamma( guys) haley(about  guys)Cassey(about)sto sto(about )(erin(about )...amber(about ) and the list goes on. I told all of the military guys that if they post on any of you guys blogs that they will have to deal with me....! IS that over-protective? Am i a hog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man today i risked my life yet again!&lt;br /&gt;There was a Marine who was wounded outside of the battlezone, and i decided to suggest that i be lowered with a PJ(which u will see on a video in about a week) to rescue this Marine who was critacally wounded. Now this was foolish, but i guess we go to save the ppl that we dont know! I mean two lone Americans veruss all of damn me iraq! Man the things that i do! So we fast rope down with a CCT on the gunn on the helo and we fastrack it to the wounded Marine. Fighting Shit smelling streets, insurgents taking pot shots, and our own fire coming over our heads. We finally make it to the Marine, and hes in bad shape. His right arm is practially gone, and half his face looks like a pack of hamburger meat, but moving and bleeding. I assure him that he will be ok, and i really dont know if he will be ok or not! Then he proceeds to tell me that he cheated on his wife and has yet two fucking kids outside his marriage. Here i am in bumfuck egypt with a guy thats alive and blown to smitherines, and he wants to let his skeletons out of the closet with me. Yall know i hate cheaters... i didnt want him to die, but damn his suffering was nothing close to the amout of suffering that his wife will go through. Maybe Iraq will teach his ass not to cheat!&lt;br /&gt;But is that a cruel punishment? Hell i dunno. All of these guys that have love, fuck it up, and here i am looking to be a good man and i have the short end of the stick!!! HEy i will posting a audio blog, so check it out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-112883571319018581?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/112883571319018581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=112883571319018581' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112883571319018581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112883571319018581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/updatevideos.html' title='Update/Videos'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-112870600121031138</id><published>2005-10-07T20:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T20:26:41.220+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, it was too hard to email you al of the videos, so i have decided to make a web page and post the videos on there. I should have it by 7pm CST. I will put the link on here when i finish. I am gonna go and take a much needed shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-112870600121031138?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/112870600121031138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=112870600121031138' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112870600121031138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112870600121031138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/videos.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15205779.post-112853547785273255</id><published>2005-10-05T20:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:26:25.280+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe &amp; Sound</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here, safe and sound. We have been on a kick ass mission(s) for the past few days, and i didnt get the chance to post like i have been. It has been sleep, ride shoot...sleep, ride, shoot. I got a chance to call Holli(because most of you are married, and im not gonna be a home wrecker and call you, and to that crazy person...you gave me your phone number and it was to the Sperm Bank for Dogs..lol which was funny.. I wont reveal your identity) and that was just that. I felt really bad that you guys were worrying about me and Holli cried. I dont like it when women cry. :( I did however get a chance to talk to ALiALiALi and Sto Sto. Now lets talk about Sto Sto for a min. I think she is cool and crazy(in a good way). I think she would be the type of person to laugh at you if you tripped and fell after asking you if you were ok. I only can gather this because she laughed at her sister when Faith started using crayons as a drawing board on her mommys walls. Now i feel the need to go to Holli's house and clean all of her walls to military standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, alot of enemy fighters have been fleeing our power and might. Quite a few have been killed.  Some middle eastern cultures just do things differntly, even if it means giving up their life. Well i gotta run..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh P.S. Email me and i will send you a pic of an angel that someone sent to me. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15205779-112853547785273255?l=usafiniraq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/feeds/112853547785273255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15205779&amp;postID=112853547785273255' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112853547785273255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15205779/posts/default/112853547785273255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://usafiniraq.blogspot.com/2005/10/safe-sound.html' title='Safe &amp; Sound'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03245346473542996727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
