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Birthday: 3/9/1900
Gender: Male
Interests: Skating
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Expertise: World War II
Occupation: Military
Industry: Government
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4/14/2003
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| Okay, sorry ladies and gents, this will more than likely be my last update.
My FIANCE HEATHER DOESN"T LIKE WHAT I"VE WRITTEN IN THIS THING in the past.
So I"m going to honor her by stopping now.
HEATHER, I do this for you.
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| Those of you who know, good. But those of you who don't know, today is the Marine Corps' birthday.
To all my niggas in iraq, I bow to you.
To all my niggas in Lejeune, I bow to you.
To all these motha fuckas stateside doing nothing, fuck you.
I miss the Marine Corps...
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| Wow, its been a long time since I've written in this thing.
First off, I'd like to tell my boys and girls that I apologize for not
having had the chance to get back at them. I've been busy.
I've recently started my own Health and Wellness business.
I've been working to grow my business by making contacts throughout the
east coast to as far west as Minnisota. Its quite a treat meeting so
many people, but exhausting.
Things that have happened since last time I wrote, lets see....
Good things-
I lost 14 lbs of fat, and gained 10 lbs of muscle.
I paid off my car.
I paid for the year's insurance.
I"ve gone into negotiations to buy a motorcycle.
I have 17 customers buying $200 worth of products each on a monthly basis, and about 5-7 people that buy when they need to.
I'm making about 3.4k a month.
I quit smoking.
Bad things-
I haven't been able to go back to NC.
I haven't gone clubbin.
I haven't gotten drunk.
And I miss my boys at my Batallion..
Thats the gist of it.
The next episode of Chris will be of one of the stories I had with my experience as an Infantry Rifleman.
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| It was like 3pm when
my platoon Sgt comes into our tent and says we've got somewhat of an errand to
run. My boys and I were confused, we weren't scheduled to go out on patrol for
another 2 hours. We figured, oh well, the sooner we go out, the sooner we come
back in...
We were wrong.
Apparently, the city we were going
into had hit 3 out of 5 of motor t's 7 tons and they were seriously down. They
couldn't tow their trucks, and they weren't supplied with enough ammo to provide
security.
Ofcourse, 3rd Plt C Co, LAR was sent in to help...
SSgt H tells us NCO's that we'll be travelling light, only flaks,
kevlars, and camelbak. So we figure it's gonna be a cake mission. All we really
had to do, is get there 93k from camp, and just patrol the parimiter and and see
whom we can fit in our pigs and see if the gear was to be abandoned(which
usually never is), or if we'd have to wait for more re-enforcements.
So
we're off.
I grabbed my m249 SAW, my SMAW, gear, and 4 drums of ammo.
Light Armored Vehicles can go upto 90 mph, but usually go at 70.
Reason being that once we hit 70 its really hard for us to engage the enemy. In
a place where theres alot of sand, alot of rock, and nothing but unstable
ground, we try to be as careful as possible. Especially with vehicles that weigh
like 3 tons.
Okay, so we're driving, me and the other scouts are popped
out the bag of the LAV scanning, nothing happens....
We're bored, bored,
tired, and wanting nothing but to be home cuddling up against our girls, wives,
whatever.
We thought, damn.... another freakin retarded mission. That
changed.
We got to the site, everything seemed the usual. The 3 7 tons
were hit by an IED which was composed of SEVEN mortar rounds. That did some
serious damage. The 7 tons were just wrecked. Luckily enough, not many Marines
got hurt. Shrapnel here and there, but no deaths. I was surprised.
The
word was that since they had gotten hit, the chances of them being engaged was
prominent. We were told to patroll around them for the next 6 hours.
Ofcourse my boys and I thought, "damn.... 6 hours? We gonna get hit... I
freakin know it".
2.....3......4 hours.... nothing...
Again we
got bored.
Then it happened.
Sometime during hour 5, we
turned this corner, which we had past a couple times and nothing had happened.
We figured we were clear. All we had to scout for was enemies to engage. Boy
were we wrong....
I look to my left and see theres a burnt car. Looks
normal, then like God himself slapped me. I saw a flash and I felt my body
launch back harsh, and then forward. The flash was a bright white, and so
deafening that I didn't realize I was shellshocked for a long while after.
The shock was a howitzer round that was buried under the car. The
shrapnel from the car and the round penetrated my Pig, and caught my gunner in
the arm, the scout next to me in the neck and head, and caught me in the left
arm, lower left abdomen, and somehow, some shrap got into my back....
I
didn't even feel pain...
All I know is I was looking around to see if
anything got hurt and I felt like my body was sore... I could barely move my
left side of my body..
I reach into my flak to see if my sappy plate was
cracked, and thats when I saw my blood. Perfectly beautiful, seemed to shine in
the middle of the night. Like a dark, purple glow.
When I woke up, I was
in germany being treated for shrap, and now I'm back in the united states. My
gunner is okay, he's currently working in the mailroom of the bn, and the other
scout with me died. I was in his funeral this weekend.
I love being
United States Marine Corps Infantry.
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