Well meet the other me

Yeah I’m tired as can be and I have more resolve than anyone could ever think of. In my mind I’m breathing jet fumes and choking and blast are going on all around….ground fire on the shore, the rack is rolling with new #500 LGB bombs (laser guider mother fuckers) My leg cramps scream and keep me awake…the fucking alarms are going on…there is no one around now, I hurry to stop the screaming in my ears cause of the silence. There is no Ted there is no Terry there is no Lanny….there are no marines, there are no guns, there is silence the thing I hate the most. Where are the Harriers, where are the Cobras, where are the Hueys…the sea stallion…they are all quite now. Long decommishioned now. The F 14’s that saved all our lives they sit in a desert now for a “just in case” God dam me we are forgotten…us people. the very people that had school kid writing us letters saying come home soon….It’s all gone! How do you turn off “this” Fucking Army guys saying Navy guys didn’t do shit….Where were you mother fucker when I didn’t sleep for 73 hours getting weapons ready for the first assault with a fever. Where were you when seal team 4 came to get “stuff” a 3:30 in the morning when I was in a ammo hole that was 34 degrees. First in first out mother fucker. Did you volenter to ride the LCU to the shore with bullets hissing by to the coast. No I think not Army guy you were safe with your loved one, fuck i bet you had a nice fire going……WE HUDDLED UNDER FUCKING CARGO NETS MOTHER FUCKER. So………I had an easy job. but yet I went (on my own) with the marines to battle front and I’m a pussy. With 7.62×54 wistin by ……I’ll give you my address I’m quite sure I’ll had you your ass…let me get Lanny, your fucked!

we had it easy….what about the alarms, what about the bombs, what about the fires,

There were two people on a ship those to run to keep mother fuckers alive and those that ran to keep their asses alive….I know how to use a fire hose

Published by drewstram

This is my first time writing a blog, really the first time writing anything public (sure it shows...don't be so judgeie, jezz). I'm 43 and should be divorced in about a month, haven't heard nor seen her in well over a year so I sorta forget I'm still married. I'm basically at a crossroads in my life. Not like Ralph Machio in the movie 'Crossroads", think a lot less deals with the devil, guitars, and gravel roads, actually nothing like that. This is gonna be either a epic story of a come back or one great big train wreck. Lots of stories to tell and I hope some are entertaining. Maybe it will be an example of what not to do with your spare time. Thanks for stopping by.

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