Once again it is a fine friday evening here in Iraq. I say fine because I am almost out of here and the fact that I am going home sets very well with me considering John and Jim have both stated that they would come pick up my worthless ass in Colorado once I finish all of the wonderful military psychological,medical, legal, and financial evaluations and classes that they require of the numerous worn out, stressed, and otherwise oh so done soldiers that they send to foreign countries on long deployments for purposes that they do not quite understand, accomplishing a mission that changes daily without much notice and absolutely no feedback on if the mission has been completed correctly or if it was completely botched by the one soldier that really doesn't give a shit anymore because the military finance department has somehow messed up his last three months pay and only given him $3.50 a day for his time which in turn has forced his wife to move in with the in-laws, specifically the soldiers mother, which whom she does not get along with at all, so the stress of his marriage falling apart because of a relationship that he cannot control is spiraling out of control all the while his children do not know who to answer to because they are getting yelled at due to the short fuse created by the tension of both mother and grandmother disagreeing about parenting styles while they are at a critical stage in both their psychological and social development in which they will be negatively affected for many years to come affecting them in their future relationships with significant others in their life, forcing yet more relationships to fail and more children to suffer through broken households and learning that marriage is something that can be thrown aside and also something which does not need to be carefully entered into because if you rush into things you are only adding to the vicious circle that is broken lives and bad examples for generations to come. 350 words and three periods.

Here I sit on another fine friday afternoon and I had this thought. Why not start a new post on the worthless blog that seems to be all the rage. Well boys and girls, we have a date. Our headquarters issued a set of orders with our go home date on it. This seems to be good news as those who are privy to the information are very happy. But, as everyone knows, the ones who actually do the work are not the same ones who get the information. So, Alas, we will have to wait for the news to travel down the information chain before we are allowed to know such information. So, for now all I can say is that I will soon be a civilian again (soon is a very relative term though). Update on the Sather man. He is still practicing his ducking techniques as well and has not yet had to use them in a real world situation. GOOD. I am getting ready to do so high class military traveling in order for the unit to be ready to get the hell out of theatre and I will most likely not have internet during this time. I expect many many posts by the time I return to be sure. Well, now that I have jotted this stuff down to all of you I am going to skip the meal part of my lunch break and instead pull up some shade in this god awful hot country, and sneak in a few zzzzzzzzz's. Yes is it already in the high eighty's here and going nowhere but up. I am going to be so glad to freeze my butt off again in montana, oregon, colorado, washington, where-freakin-ever. Later

So, there is this evil group in the Heart of Iraq that all soldier learn to fear and dread the day that they must see. I had this semi-sweet life altering event happen to me on Monday the 4th of April in 2005. DAMN CUSTOMS INSPECTORS! Okay, that might not be the group you were thinking of but trust me they are your worst enemy as well as your best friend for the fateful fleeting moments that you must deal with them. If we didn't go through customs, then we would not get to go home. Yet, if we do go through customs, they take all of your good toys away before you get home. Oh well, for some odd reason I want to go back home to all of you freaks over there and get as far away as possible from the freaks over here. ( I am of course talking about the US Military and not entirely about the Iraqi people) Oh, to be a civilian again. To sit and drink a Guiness in a local pub and sit talking trash with the people that I know best.

Hey, is the tuesday night Hockey game still on? Please do not tell me this is but a memory of the past. I NEED HOCKEY, oh and CAMPING, and four hour Video game sessions with nothing said but worthless comments by the two idiots that share the livingroom with a cat and many emptied beer bottles. Ahhh, to the Bachelor life!!!!!! May we all live long and have many afternoons of nothingness.  POST DAMNIT!!!!!!!!

Well Boys, Here it is. I have now joined the ranks of the Bloggers and Internet hounds. I have started this to stay in touch with my boys back home and to give my boys yet another sounding board. Now that I have started this I fully expect to laugh my Arse off when I log in and check from time to time. I would like to thank my buddy Yimmy and well, I suppose Yohn as well. You two are my sanity sometimes. Yes, that is a risky idea to put your sanity in the hands of two of the craziest rat bastards around but hey, we all have to put our faith in someone right. Well, now that I am on here and a novice of sorts to this whole Blog thing (virgin just sounds too delicate) I am going to put forth the first question to ponder. Ready boys? Ok, I want to know which of the following you would choose and why. Would you rather: 1. Live for one year in an exotic country that has been bombed to hell and have no alcohol, sex, drugs, and no entertainment with the exception of an Xbox and a computer which connects very sporadically and for undetermined periods of time so that when you do get on you spend your fleeting moments praying that you finish what you are working on before the power goes out or your connection goes down or 2. Live for one year in Billings Montana, with no alcohol, sex, drugs, cigarettes (Oh, sorry Jim, you are living that one) 2. Live in a crappy little apartment that you absolutely hate, paying an extremely high rent, making $16,000/year, with only one week of vacation each year, waking up at 6 every morning to the little furry turd that lives in the yard next door barking at nothing but his own damn tail just to know that your roomates cat has pissed all over your clean laundry and shredded every bit of available paper left out in the house, Only to realize that you car that was parked in the complex parking lot has been plowed in by some disgruntled city employee who makes $60,000/year and recieves 6 weeks of paid vacation every year for driving around the city and plowing undeserving innocent citizens into their driveways. Not that it matters a whole lot though because you have neglected to care for your vehicle for so long that your Sears Die Hard sitting under the hood has now gone on strike and won't even give you the hope of trying to turn over your long forgotten starter or the common decency to light the little bulb on your dashboard as you freeze your ass off sitting in the drivers seat and pound your forehead into your steering wheel. 

Here are your choices. Personally, I believe there are worse places to be in life than where I am and therefore I think you know my choice. I look forward to your responses. Enjoy!!!