Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
It has to hurt if it is to heal.
Feel like ass today. really down. I have not been this depressed in years. I find it rather annoying.
It's raining like the apacolypse and I had to spend a good chunk of time standing in it. I usually dont mind the rain but it kind of sucks when you only have one pair of boots that has a whole the exact size and shape of a whales vagina. oh, and no wet weather bottoms. dry up from the knees up. the thing is, I will probably get my new boots and wet weather gear today. after the rain stops. and it will never rain again once i have the things i need to battle the weather.
One of my soldiers sprang his ankle when he was running back to the bay at night and a rabbit ran across his front. Im not sure if he stepped on it or he tried to avoid it or perhaps he was attacked, either way the end result is a spranged ankle. Damn combat bunnies. they should have been mentioned in the enemy situation section of our op order. or the risk assesment at least. I had no idea they were so organized.
Another one of the soldiers in my team lost an item. His weapon. really? How the hell do you do that? actually, someone tried to steal it. we were on lock down like shaw shank but without the sadomy. The weapon was found hidden in the ceiling tiles of the latrine.
We have all come to believe that someon is out to get the C.O releaved of command. probably one of the staff fucks.
It's raining like the apacolypse and I had to spend a good chunk of time standing in it. I usually dont mind the rain but it kind of sucks when you only have one pair of boots that has a whole the exact size and shape of a whales vagina. oh, and no wet weather bottoms. dry up from the knees up. the thing is, I will probably get my new boots and wet weather gear today. after the rain stops. and it will never rain again once i have the things i need to battle the weather.
One of my soldiers sprang his ankle when he was running back to the bay at night and a rabbit ran across his front. Im not sure if he stepped on it or he tried to avoid it or perhaps he was attacked, either way the end result is a spranged ankle. Damn combat bunnies. they should have been mentioned in the enemy situation section of our op order. or the risk assesment at least. I had no idea they were so organized.
Another one of the soldiers in my team lost an item. His weapon. really? How the hell do you do that? actually, someone tried to steal it. we were on lock down like shaw shank but without the sadomy. The weapon was found hidden in the ceiling tiles of the latrine.
We have all come to believe that someon is out to get the C.O releaved of command. probably one of the staff fucks.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
the best day ever!
So. yesterday we get done with our training in the field. but for some reason we had to sit there in the hot sun for another four hours because someone decided we didnt have enough time to make it back to to the chow hall. by the time they arrived with our food we could have eaten three times over. oh, and they forgot the serving utensils and drinks. not only that but half the cases of food were empty. Go army.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
WHY?
If first formation is not until 0600 then why in the hell is wake up at 0400? Dairy farmers don't get up this early. And now I have two hours of nothing to do.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Bolts, Bolt cutters and heart ache.
Since we have been here at fort riley about eight people have locked thier lockers with the keys to the locks inside. i believe six of them have been in the same bay as me. it seemed every five minutes somebody is hauling a pair of of bolt cutters down the aisle to open a locker. One guy came back from the taking the shower only to find that one of his buddies had locked his locker for him. with the keys to his lock and his clothes inside. Meaning he had to spend the next 20 minutes running around naked while looking for the bolt cutters.
One of my soldiers lost the bolt to his rifle. Don't ask, I really don't want to get into it. The result? Not getting to bed until 3am while we dumped all of our bags, emptied our wall lockers and turned our bunks inside uot three or four times. then the M.P's and the police and tried to take him away for neglect of government property. he did not go to jail but i'm sure it will be awhile before he lilves it down.
There is this brand new fresh out of the box private in 3rd platoon that is going through a bit of depression. He broke up with his cheating girlfriend. I feel for the guy, I really do. It's bad enough to have to deal with all this bullshit to have the one person you are supposed to trust doing things behind your back. there is always one every deployment. The bad thing is he has been sleeping with his rifle lately. Probably not a good sign. Maybe I should sleep with my I.B.A on.
One of my soldiers lost the bolt to his rifle. Don't ask, I really don't want to get into it. The result? Not getting to bed until 3am while we dumped all of our bags, emptied our wall lockers and turned our bunks inside uot three or four times. then the M.P's and the police and tried to take him away for neglect of government property. he did not go to jail but i'm sure it will be awhile before he lilves it down.
There is this brand new fresh out of the box private in 3rd platoon that is going through a bit of depression. He broke up with his cheating girlfriend. I feel for the guy, I really do. It's bad enough to have to deal with all this bullshit to have the one person you are supposed to trust doing things behind your back. there is always one every deployment. The bad thing is he has been sleeping with his rifle lately. Probably not a good sign. Maybe I should sleep with my I.B.A on.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Sweet dreams, sugar britches.
So last night I finally get to talk to wife online after days of playing on line tag with no dice. Then at 10:33 pm after just beggining my conversation I hear a voice. Not just any voice. Not a human voice. But a voice that not only produced sound but also produced hate, discontent and souless destruction. It was our C.O. "Gooo tooo sleeep" He says to me in the same way I tell my six year old to go to bed. This guy was actually going around and telling people it was bedtime. I'm 30 years old, married with three kids. For all porposes I am an adult. I have responsabilities. The last thing I, as a grown man, needs is another grown man telling me when to go to bed. This deployment is going to be micromanaged so much that command is actually going to tuck us in at night.
I was so pissed that instead of going to bed at about 10:45 like I had planned I did not get to sleep until about 1 am because all I could think about was how retarded of a thing that was to do. Maybe I should go knock on the C.O's door at two in the morning and ask for a drink of water. Or sneak into his bed at three am and wisper into his ear "I had a bad dream, can I sleep with you?" because that's what my six year old does and that is how I feel like I was just treated.
I was so pissed that instead of going to bed at about 10:45 like I had planned I did not get to sleep until about 1 am because all I could think about was how retarded of a thing that was to do. Maybe I should go knock on the C.O's door at two in the morning and ask for a drink of water. Or sneak into his bed at three am and wisper into his ear "I had a bad dream, can I sleep with you?" because that's what my six year old does and that is how I feel like I was just treated.
Dumb shit, lack of leadership and the usual suspects.
It's deployment time boys and girls and what kind of train up could we have without one of our favorite past times. Dumb shit. If it wasn't for Dumb shit it just would not feel like the Army. Without Dumb shit the whole Army command would fall to it's knees, officers would cry and those who "plan" things would have nothing to "plan around.
My lasy deployment I kept an online journal about said Dumb shit. This time around I told myself that I would not bother with anything of the sort and keep myself busy with other means of intertainment. However, Dumb shit has once again reared it's ugly head and I have no choice but to vent in a way that the whole world should feel my pain.
Let's start with The first major fuck up, shall we? Before we even left for training it came down the wire that a sensitive item was missingfrom the arms room. a Peq-2. It's a laser sight that can only be seen through night vision devices. After the usual dumping of everyones gear after having just spent hours of packing, the item was not found. Our officers in charge had it in thier heads that one of us cut throat thieves just had to have stolen it. There just simply could not have been any other way it would have gone missing.
Then we searched cars and wall lockers looking for that bastard of a thief that would steal such a usable item as a Peq-2. No dice. The next genius plan of action was to round up the entire company of 120 soldiers and stick them all in a space barely big enough for 20. Then one soldier at a time would spend ten minutes walking a pre-determined route that would eventually lead them to the amnesty box. if they had the item they were to dump it in the box. no questions asked, nobody would get in trouble.
After being threatened with legal action, article 15's and sodomy we simply began to say "I bet it's still in the arms room." We even told those in charge that it was probably still in the arms room. we suggested that it was still iun the arms room. we did everything but straight up say "hey, fuckers. Did you look in the arms room?"
Four hours later they find the item. In the arms room. Our commander offered to apology for suspecting us to be a bunch of dip dhit thieving assholes that would steal an item that is 100% useless in the civilian world.
My lasy deployment I kept an online journal about said Dumb shit. This time around I told myself that I would not bother with anything of the sort and keep myself busy with other means of intertainment. However, Dumb shit has once again reared it's ugly head and I have no choice but to vent in a way that the whole world should feel my pain.
Let's start with The first major fuck up, shall we? Before we even left for training it came down the wire that a sensitive item was missingfrom the arms room. a Peq-2. It's a laser sight that can only be seen through night vision devices. After the usual dumping of everyones gear after having just spent hours of packing, the item was not found. Our officers in charge had it in thier heads that one of us cut throat thieves just had to have stolen it. There just simply could not have been any other way it would have gone missing.
Then we searched cars and wall lockers looking for that bastard of a thief that would steal such a usable item as a Peq-2. No dice. The next genius plan of action was to round up the entire company of 120 soldiers and stick them all in a space barely big enough for 20. Then one soldier at a time would spend ten minutes walking a pre-determined route that would eventually lead them to the amnesty box. if they had the item they were to dump it in the box. no questions asked, nobody would get in trouble.
After being threatened with legal action, article 15's and sodomy we simply began to say "I bet it's still in the arms room." We even told those in charge that it was probably still in the arms room. we suggested that it was still iun the arms room. we did everything but straight up say "hey, fuckers. Did you look in the arms room?"
Four hours later they find the item. In the arms room. Our commander offered to apology for suspecting us to be a bunch of dip dhit thieving assholes that would steal an item that is 100% useless in the civilian world.
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