Ding dong the wicked witch is dead! Saddam was executed today by hanging. I know that its supposed to be a bad thing to feel good about someone dieing, but I can’t help it. That Son of a Bitch is responsible for an unknown number of deaths in Iraq. And also, for several years of my life spent in that area of the world. Ever since I first joined the Army, we’ve had to deal with him. Well, NEVER AGAIN!
Ha Ha! I’m still here and you’re rotting. This is a good day. Hell of a Christmas present if you ask me. Anyway, now all we have to do is convince the Demoncrats to let us win a lasting peace over there, and all will be right in the world. (At least for a few fleeting moments.)
And here’s this little tidbit for your anti-Saddam entertainment:
As long as I’m on here, I might as well give everyone an update. Everything around Ft. Campbell is going alright. I’m in charge of a Maintenance Section, with 6 NCOs and 8 troopies. Its great having Soldiers working for me again. But, we don’t have any aircraft to work on. We were supposed to get the new CH-47F, but Boeing doesn’t think it will be able to get all of our assigned aircraft to us before we deploy again. (Go figure.) So, we are slowly, but surely, getting airframes from the other Chinook unit on post. Of course, they have to go through a reset program. AND, they’re P. I. G. S! It is utterly amazing that the former owners were able to keep these things flying at all.
Yes, we are going to deploy again soon. Well, not real soon, but sooner than I would like. (I would prefer for them to wait till after I get my retirement date.) In any event, this will be my last deployment. After we get back, I get out. I’m done with the bullshit. All of this kinder, gentler Army crap. We don’t dare offend anyone, and Heaven forbid that we should actually stand up for ourselves as a country, or our culture. I’m sure you heard about the Rabi and SeaTac International Airport. He threatened to sue unless the airport included something about Hanukah in the place. So, what does the airport do, it takes down all of the Christmas Trees and decorations. All because of one man! This country is becoming too sissified.
I’ll see ya’ll later. Have a Happy New Year!
30 December 2006
18 September 2006
Another Rant
Biz is finally in a decent relationship. He has found someone that makes him happy, and that he makes happy. He gets to see 'Lil Biz a lot more often that he did back in Korea. The people he works with are much easier to get along with. So everything is good for him, right? It sould be, but appearant jealousy has to raise its big green head.
I'm talking about his ex. Biz makes a comment about how this year, because of his new squeeze, Christmas is going to be better this year than last year. Well, I can see several reasons right off the bat that will be true:
1. He's closer to his son. And because he's closer, he has the chance of being able to actually see him for Chistmas.
2. He's not in Korea. Yes, we had a good time while we were there, but its just not the same thing.
3. He's near by to 'Lil Biz!
4. He is able to enjoy his work a lot more here than back in the RoK. (A serious lack of "Good Ole Boys")
5. The unit he works with actually respects him. (Of course the same lack in Korea was probably some rub off from me.)
6. He can go see 'Lil Biz at least once a month.
I could go on, but there really isn't any need to, you get the picture. These are all good things that he has going right now. And not once did I mention his new girl in the list. And as you can see, He's a little focused on the little one. So, can someone tell me why his ex puts a comment on his blog insinuating that his Christmas will be better this year because of his girl only, instead of because of 'Lil Biz. What, is she out of her fucking mind! The only reason I can think of is that she's off her meds. Heaven forbid that Bizkit actually have some reason to enjoy his life that doesn't involve her and his money. I have bit my tongue on comments about her several times in the past, but I just couldn't let this one pass. Anyway, that's about enough with that subject.
Next, we have NB. Ya'll remember NB from Daegu. The cute little Brittish girl teaching English to Korean kids. Well, it seems that she's headed back to Daegu to teach again. Seems like during her breif stay back in the UK, a cousin of hers, and 2 Korean girls, decided to start up their own school. Sounds like a good thing to me. She says that her flat this time is much better that the last one. (Which wouldn't have been hard to do, my barracks room was better.) And its in a better part of town. NB, I wish you all the best. And take care.
I'll see ya'll later.
I'm talking about his ex. Biz makes a comment about how this year, because of his new squeeze, Christmas is going to be better this year than last year. Well, I can see several reasons right off the bat that will be true:
1. He's closer to his son. And because he's closer, he has the chance of being able to actually see him for Chistmas.
2. He's not in Korea. Yes, we had a good time while we were there, but its just not the same thing.
3. He's near by to 'Lil Biz!
4. He is able to enjoy his work a lot more here than back in the RoK. (A serious lack of "Good Ole Boys")
5. The unit he works with actually respects him. (Of course the same lack in Korea was probably some rub off from me.)
6. He can go see 'Lil Biz at least once a month.
I could go on, but there really isn't any need to, you get the picture. These are all good things that he has going right now. And not once did I mention his new girl in the list. And as you can see, He's a little focused on the little one. So, can someone tell me why his ex puts a comment on his blog insinuating that his Christmas will be better this year because of his girl only, instead of because of 'Lil Biz. What, is she out of her fucking mind! The only reason I can think of is that she's off her meds. Heaven forbid that Bizkit actually have some reason to enjoy his life that doesn't involve her and his money. I have bit my tongue on comments about her several times in the past, but I just couldn't let this one pass. Anyway, that's about enough with that subject.
Next, we have NB. Ya'll remember NB from Daegu. The cute little Brittish girl teaching English to Korean kids. Well, it seems that she's headed back to Daegu to teach again. Seems like during her breif stay back in the UK, a cousin of hers, and 2 Korean girls, decided to start up their own school. Sounds like a good thing to me. She says that her flat this time is much better that the last one. (Which wouldn't have been hard to do, my barracks room was better.) And its in a better part of town. NB, I wish you all the best. And take care.
I'll see ya'll later.
11 September 2006
Five Years
Five years ago today, terrorists attacked our country. My buddy Bizkit asked “Where were you?” And I am going to put my answer here instead of taking up space on his site.
I wasn’t even in this country. I left home once again on my wedding anniversary, 9 September, for an overseas training mission. Entirely routine, normal. Our C-5 had to land in the C-5 black hole that is their home base. Once there, we had to transfer our aircraft, and all associated equipment, to another C-5, without a tug. And wait till it was ready to go, which was supposed to be at around 0330. Someone got the bright idea to go to a hotel for the night, but by the time we got there it was around 0100. We got charged $80 to stay in the room for about an hour and a half. Great! We should have stayed in the terminal.
We get to the terminal, board the C-5, and fly to Tazar AB, Hungary. (I hate C-5s because there is nowhere to lay down. You’re in commercial airline style seats, and you’re usually not allowed to go down where the equipment is to get some sleep.) We land, on the 11th, and begin building up our two aircraft. We were making record breaking time too. If we had had another 3 hours, we would have finished. Anyway, I’m working on the forward transmission area when the CO drives out and gathers everyone to him.
“Everyone stop working and listen up. Terrorists have just flown airplanes into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. As of right now, we don’t know if we’re going to launch missions from here. Or return back to Campbell and then redeploy.” He gave us some instructions about what to do and then left.
Of course, none of us believed him. We all thought that it was part of the training scenario. So, we pretty much ignored his instructions and went back to work. We didn’t even discuss it, just went back to our jobs. About half an hour later, the CO comes back and tells again to “Stop working. Now!” The tone in his voice this time made us take notice. And we began to wonder if it was just another part of the game. He gives us the same instructions, and a few more, and goes back to our “information center”.
We start doing the things that he told us to do and getting ready for whatever the next phase was going to be. All the while, we are talking about it, and getting more and more angry. One of the guys had a shortwave radio and tuned it in to VOA (Voice Of America). And we start hearing the reports. We know that we were going to be part of any retaliation against Bin Laden. (We already knew in our hearts that it was him. We had no doubt!) We were already forward deployed, within our helicopter’s range, and we wanted revenge. The only question was, would G. Dub going to send us.
We completed the tasks that the CO set to us and sat around the aircraft waiting to find out our next move for about an hour. The CO and First Sergeant come up with vans for all of us. “Guys, we can’t go home just yet.” Then he looks to Top and then back to us, (I remember how angry he looked. The only time I ever saw him like that.) “All air traffic over the US is grounded. As soon as we get clearance, we’re heading back to Campbell.”
We stayed at Tazar for three days before we loaded back up to head home. But while we were waiting to take off, we went to the terminal area for some snacks. They had a big screen TV there. And this is when we saw what happened for the first time. We watched in disbelief as it was shone over, and over again. We flew a direct route. No landing to get fuel along the way, in-flight refueling for us. The CO came over the intercom shortly after we passed New York and told us what he had seen, or rather couldn’t see. The entire city was covered in smoke.
When we got back to Campbell, I was shocked at what had changed. The amount of security was unbelievable. There was a three to four hour wait to get on post. It was completely unreal. And we all knew that we were going, all we were waiting on was the word.
I remember that day very clearly, down to the last little conversation. The days around it, I remember what happened, but only in generalities. The video of the Towers coming down and the crater at the Pentagon filled me with such anger the first time I saw it. And still does to this day. I’m not an easy person to get angry, but this one thing can do it in an instant. And I have no outlet for that anger. No one I can direct it at. But, it doesn’t transfer over either. What I mean by that is, I want to get my hands on Bin Laden and his terrorists. (If I got a hold of him, I don’t know if he would be shot trying to “escape”.) But, I don’t hold all Muslims in the same light. Bin Laden’s version of Islam is twisted for his own gain. I’m starting to ramble again and will stop here. But please, tell me your 9/11 story. I want to hear it.
I’ll talk to ya’ll later.
I wasn’t even in this country. I left home once again on my wedding anniversary, 9 September, for an overseas training mission. Entirely routine, normal. Our C-5 had to land in the C-5 black hole that is their home base. Once there, we had to transfer our aircraft, and all associated equipment, to another C-5, without a tug. And wait till it was ready to go, which was supposed to be at around 0330. Someone got the bright idea to go to a hotel for the night, but by the time we got there it was around 0100. We got charged $80 to stay in the room for about an hour and a half. Great! We should have stayed in the terminal.
We get to the terminal, board the C-5, and fly to Tazar AB, Hungary. (I hate C-5s because there is nowhere to lay down. You’re in commercial airline style seats, and you’re usually not allowed to go down where the equipment is to get some sleep.) We land, on the 11th, and begin building up our two aircraft. We were making record breaking time too. If we had had another 3 hours, we would have finished. Anyway, I’m working on the forward transmission area when the CO drives out and gathers everyone to him.
“Everyone stop working and listen up. Terrorists have just flown airplanes into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. As of right now, we don’t know if we’re going to launch missions from here. Or return back to Campbell and then redeploy.” He gave us some instructions about what to do and then left.
Of course, none of us believed him. We all thought that it was part of the training scenario. So, we pretty much ignored his instructions and went back to work. We didn’t even discuss it, just went back to our jobs. About half an hour later, the CO comes back and tells again to “Stop working. Now!” The tone in his voice this time made us take notice. And we began to wonder if it was just another part of the game. He gives us the same instructions, and a few more, and goes back to our “information center”.
We start doing the things that he told us to do and getting ready for whatever the next phase was going to be. All the while, we are talking about it, and getting more and more angry. One of the guys had a shortwave radio and tuned it in to VOA (Voice Of America). And we start hearing the reports. We know that we were going to be part of any retaliation against Bin Laden. (We already knew in our hearts that it was him. We had no doubt!) We were already forward deployed, within our helicopter’s range, and we wanted revenge. The only question was, would G. Dub going to send us.
We completed the tasks that the CO set to us and sat around the aircraft waiting to find out our next move for about an hour. The CO and First Sergeant come up with vans for all of us. “Guys, we can’t go home just yet.” Then he looks to Top and then back to us, (I remember how angry he looked. The only time I ever saw him like that.) “All air traffic over the US is grounded. As soon as we get clearance, we’re heading back to Campbell.”
We stayed at Tazar for three days before we loaded back up to head home. But while we were waiting to take off, we went to the terminal area for some snacks. They had a big screen TV there. And this is when we saw what happened for the first time. We watched in disbelief as it was shone over, and over again. We flew a direct route. No landing to get fuel along the way, in-flight refueling for us. The CO came over the intercom shortly after we passed New York and told us what he had seen, or rather couldn’t see. The entire city was covered in smoke.
When we got back to Campbell, I was shocked at what had changed. The amount of security was unbelievable. There was a three to four hour wait to get on post. It was completely unreal. And we all knew that we were going, all we were waiting on was the word.
I remember that day very clearly, down to the last little conversation. The days around it, I remember what happened, but only in generalities. The video of the Towers coming down and the crater at the Pentagon filled me with such anger the first time I saw it. And still does to this day. I’m not an easy person to get angry, but this one thing can do it in an instant. And I have no outlet for that anger. No one I can direct it at. But, it doesn’t transfer over either. What I mean by that is, I want to get my hands on Bin Laden and his terrorists. (If I got a hold of him, I don’t know if he would be shot trying to “escape”.) But, I don’t hold all Muslims in the same light. Bin Laden’s version of Islam is twisted for his own gain. I’m starting to ramble again and will stop here. But please, tell me your 9/11 story. I want to hear it.
I’ll talk to ya’ll later.
10 July 2006
Big Army, Here I Come
Last week was just about as boring as I thought it was going to be. Wednesday morning started with a thunderstorm. And, of course, since I had to turn in all of my gear before I left Korea, I got soaked. (It figures that it doesn’t rain the whole time I’m on leave, but the first time I don’t have a choice whether, or not, to be outside, it pours.) Anyway, there’s a lot of Big Army BS. This isn’t any big surprise. But I can’t wait to actually get to work.
Thursday we had what the Replacement Center calls “The All Day Brief.” And it really was all day! Death by power point. I was about ready to hang myself, or shoot some one. Friday, I didn’t have anything to do, and just sat around waiting, because they wouldn’t let us do anything else.
And today, salvation. Sort of, I got my pinpoint orders. Well actually, they were the exact same ones I had before, just with a pretty little Air Assault stamp on them. Four days for them to put a stamp on them. You’ve got to be kidding me. At least my final destination has been narrowed to two companies. A line unit or the dreaded second level maintenance unit. Guess which one I want to go to. Bet you can’t get it.
The rest of this week is the real in processing, and I get to go to my unit next Monday. Just to tell them that two days after I get there, I need the day off for my daughter’s surgery. (Nothing serious.)
Sunday, I’m going to a Def Leppard concert in Nashville. (A Father’s Day gift.) Its been a very long time since I’ve seen them in a concert. I was only about 16, I think. (Yah, I know, like you really care about some washed up Eighties group.) As a matter of fact, they were my favorite group through high school, so I’m looking forward to it.
That’s all for now.
I’ll see ya’ll later.
Thursday we had what the Replacement Center calls “The All Day Brief.” And it really was all day! Death by power point. I was about ready to hang myself, or shoot some one. Friday, I didn’t have anything to do, and just sat around waiting, because they wouldn’t let us do anything else.
And today, salvation. Sort of, I got my pinpoint orders. Well actually, they were the exact same ones I had before, just with a pretty little Air Assault stamp on them. Four days for them to put a stamp on them. You’ve got to be kidding me. At least my final destination has been narrowed to two companies. A line unit or the dreaded second level maintenance unit. Guess which one I want to go to. Bet you can’t get it.
The rest of this week is the real in processing, and I get to go to my unit next Monday. Just to tell them that two days after I get there, I need the day off for my daughter’s surgery. (Nothing serious.)
Sunday, I’m going to a Def Leppard concert in Nashville. (A Father’s Day gift.) Its been a very long time since I’ve seen them in a concert. I was only about 16, I think. (Yah, I know, like you really care about some washed up Eighties group.) As a matter of fact, they were my favorite group through high school, so I’m looking forward to it.
That’s all for now.
I’ll see ya’ll later.
04 July 2006
Happy 4th
I just got done reading Biz’s July 1st post. And I just had to write something on mine. I’ve been gone far too long from this little addiction. (I guess its not too much of an addiction if I can stay away for almost a month.) But, Biz is right about the friends we made while in Korea. They were/are some of the best people I have known. And that is saying something. And I miss all of the people I called friends. And, one more thing while I’m on this topic, Piss off, Biz. Feel better now. LOL
The past three weeks have been, well, boring. Even by my normal standards. And tomorrow, I start in processing into the 101st. No specific unit, yet. And truthfully, I can’t wait to get back to work. I can only take so much down time, and I passed my limit last week sometime. So, needless to say, I’m anxious to start and get to my new unit.
Today is the 4th of July, America’s birthday. Tonight there will be fireworks all over the place, both personal (with the attendant hospital visits), and professional (with the crowds.) I really love to get my own to fire off, but don’t normally have real good luck with them. I’ve had Roman Candles shoot out the wrong end at me, (Yes, I was holding it correctly.) Butterflies (You know, the spinning things, some people call them flowers, or blossoms.) have jumped up into the air and attacked me. And my personal favorite, the sky shell that did a u-turn and chased me for half a block before exploding right behind me. So, this year, I’m going to play it safe and watch other people light the stuff off, from a safe distance. Of course, that still isn’t any guarantee I’ll actually be safe from predatory fireworks. We shall see.
I wish you all well, and that you have a great 4th, wherever you are. And I have decided to continue posting this blog. And, I plan on updating at least once a week. But chances are it’ll be more often. Especially while I’m going through the stupidity of in processing. (Something that should only take 3 days made into a 2 week ordeal.)
I’ll see ya’ll later.
The past three weeks have been, well, boring. Even by my normal standards. And tomorrow, I start in processing into the 101st. No specific unit, yet. And truthfully, I can’t wait to get back to work. I can only take so much down time, and I passed my limit last week sometime. So, needless to say, I’m anxious to start and get to my new unit.
Today is the 4th of July, America’s birthday. Tonight there will be fireworks all over the place, both personal (with the attendant hospital visits), and professional (with the crowds.) I really love to get my own to fire off, but don’t normally have real good luck with them. I’ve had Roman Candles shoot out the wrong end at me, (Yes, I was holding it correctly.) Butterflies (You know, the spinning things, some people call them flowers, or blossoms.) have jumped up into the air and attacked me. And my personal favorite, the sky shell that did a u-turn and chased me for half a block before exploding right behind me. So, this year, I’m going to play it safe and watch other people light the stuff off, from a safe distance. Of course, that still isn’t any guarantee I’ll actually be safe from predatory fireworks. We shall see.
I wish you all well, and that you have a great 4th, wherever you are. And I have decided to continue posting this blog. And, I plan on updating at least once a week. But chances are it’ll be more often. Especially while I’m going through the stupidity of in processing. (Something that should only take 3 days made into a 2 week ordeal.)
I’ll see ya’ll later.
12 June 2006
I'm Home.
Well, after traveling for 26 hours, I finally made it home. The weekend has been good, all except for the jet lag thing. (Hopefully that will be over soon.) Just wanted everyone to know that I've made it ok. Still don't know if I will continue this thing, but like I said before, when I decide, I will let everyone know.
I'll see ya'll later.
I'll see ya'll later.
08 June 2006
One Last Time
I thought that yesterday would be my final entry from Korea, but, guess what? It wasn't. (Obviously.) "And why is that?" you ask. Well, someone in the barracks has a wireless router going, and its open for everyone to use. Damn, if I had known that, I would have saved some money, and helped pay for his internet. Anyway, I'm digressing.
Today has been a busy day, but busy at my pace. Yasterday I signed out of the unit and had a nice little chat with my CO. Well, it was civil at least. And that's all that I could really ask for. But today, I slept in and then started cleaning my room. Not a normal cleaning, but thourough. Basically so that the next person coming in doesn't have to do it himself. (Not that there will be a next one.) I also mailed off a few boxes to myself. And packed what I wasn't going to use before I get home. I left too much stuff to pack, way too much. Some of my stuff I have to just give away and buy new later. Both of my bags are about to burst they're so full. I hate it when I miscalculate stuff like that. But, oh well.
I didn't head out to the office today, like I had planned, to see Biz before I left. I jst don't want to say goodbye just yet. I think that I might run out to his place tonight and hang out one last time.
Well, tomorrow is going to be a long day. An extremely long day. But at the end, it'll all be worth it. Plus, as an international flight, drinks are free. So, after a few, (or more) I should be able to sleep pretty well. I just have to wait till after the stop in Japan. And I'll have a long time to think about the past year. The people I've met, and all of the good times I've had. Not to mention the places I got to go to. (Although, 2 of them, I never want to go back to.) This last year was a good one and I don't have any regrets. Well, I do have one, but that's not for you to know about. I'll keep that one to myself for now.
You know, as I sit here writing this, watching Firefly, I realize just how lucky I am. I'm in excelent health, other than the smoking, I have 3 great kids, a lot of friends, a few true friends, (If you don't know the difference, then I can't explain it to you.) I get to travel and I have a good life. All in all, the Army has been good to me for the past 18 years. Sure, I've had seperations from my family and been in places where people don't want us. (And I'm not talking about just the Middle East.) And I've lost friends, some of them good friends. I've also had some run ins with people I work with, most of them of a more recent nature. But I have no complaints. And that's all you can really ask for. Isn't it?
I'll see ya'll later.
Today has been a busy day, but busy at my pace. Yasterday I signed out of the unit and had a nice little chat with my CO. Well, it was civil at least. And that's all that I could really ask for. But today, I slept in and then started cleaning my room. Not a normal cleaning, but thourough. Basically so that the next person coming in doesn't have to do it himself. (Not that there will be a next one.) I also mailed off a few boxes to myself. And packed what I wasn't going to use before I get home. I left too much stuff to pack, way too much. Some of my stuff I have to just give away and buy new later. Both of my bags are about to burst they're so full. I hate it when I miscalculate stuff like that. But, oh well.
I didn't head out to the office today, like I had planned, to see Biz before I left. I jst don't want to say goodbye just yet. I think that I might run out to his place tonight and hang out one last time.
Well, tomorrow is going to be a long day. An extremely long day. But at the end, it'll all be worth it. Plus, as an international flight, drinks are free. So, after a few, (or more) I should be able to sleep pretty well. I just have to wait till after the stop in Japan. And I'll have a long time to think about the past year. The people I've met, and all of the good times I've had. Not to mention the places I got to go to. (Although, 2 of them, I never want to go back to.) This last year was a good one and I don't have any regrets. Well, I do have one, but that's not for you to know about. I'll keep that one to myself for now.
You know, as I sit here writing this, watching Firefly, I realize just how lucky I am. I'm in excelent health, other than the smoking, I have 3 great kids, a lot of friends, a few true friends, (If you don't know the difference, then I can't explain it to you.) I get to travel and I have a good life. All in all, the Army has been good to me for the past 18 years. Sure, I've had seperations from my family and been in places where people don't want us. (And I'm not talking about just the Middle East.) And I've lost friends, some of them good friends. I've also had some run ins with people I work with, most of them of a more recent nature. But I have no complaints. And that's all you can really ask for. Isn't it?
I'll see ya'll later.
06 June 2006
Peace, I'm Out!
OMG. Its been a year already!?! I can't believe it, I really can't. It seems like I just got here last month. Its funny how time can seem to move so fast sometimes. When I first got here, it was like, "Damn, I have to be here for a whole year. This is going to seem like forever." And then, all of a sudden, today I final out. And Friday morning, I'm on the first plane out of Daegu, bound for the States. A few days ago, I didn't know what I really wanted to do, stay or go. Now, I'm sure. I want to stay. Dispite all of the problems I've had with the unit. (You guys don't know most of it.) Now, its more because I've met so many people that have become friends. I hate to leave them forever. And that's just what I'll be doing. I could say that I'll see them again, but that's not reasonable. About the only ones I have a chance of seeing again are Kid and may male Kiwi friend's girlfriend, because they're both from Cananda. I have offers to visit people on different continents, complete with places to stay. That right there shows how good of friends I think we are. You don't just invite someone you don't trust to your house for a visit.
Then, there's Biz. This man is a great person. Yes, he is a big mean looking MF. But, he is one of the best people I know. Even better than myself, I think. No, I know. He cares about people, even people he doesn't know. He'll do anything to help a friend. We've had lots of time to talk about things. He knows some stuff about me that most people will never know. Mother Bizkit, you should be proud, you did a good job. If it wasn't for him talking to someone yesterday, I would be leaving here owing at least a thousand dollars for bullshit stuff. But because it was him that did the talking (and not me) the idea was able to take hold. And this is right after he found out that he's not going to be able to stay here in Korea as long as he was supposed to. He needed to stay until September to be able to claim the year tax free. (Civilians get to claim tax free if they work outside of the US for at least 11 months of the year.) But, because of other things going on here (None with him, but with the unit.) he has to leave early. There's just nowhere they can have him work until Sep. Biz, you better keep in touch. I will as well.
Friday is going to be a long day for me. I go to the airport here at about 6 AM (4 PM the day BEFORE at my destination.) and land in Nashville at 6 PM the same day, technicly. But to me it will be 8 AM Saturday. That's right, 26 hours of traveling and I get there the same day I left. But it will be worth it. My kids will be there. And I got a suprise the other day, one of my aunts, that I haven't seen in over ten years, is going to be there too!!!! Man, I hope I don't break down, but I think I will. Seeing my kids and my aunt will probably be too much for me, especiall after traveling for 28 hours straight. But they will make the whole ordeal worth it.
Then I'm on leave for 3 weeks. After leave, I go to the Replacement Center and the 101st. I have mixed feeling about this part. I love my unit, its one of the best I have ever been in, but the last two years it has been a chore, to say the least. Even though my commander here has put me out of the unit, I know that I could go there and get a place for myself. All I have to do is talk to a few people and I would be back in. But, there is really something to the fact that life goes in circles. And by going to the 101st, I would be completeing one. I started my carreer in the 101st, and something just seems right that I should complete it there. Besides, I'll be able to spend more time with my kids, something that I wouldn't be able to do in the other unit because I would be gone a lot more. I think that, even though the CO thought he was "kicking me in the nuts", he may actually have done me a favor. But don't tell him that, he'll try to get the orders changed.
I still haven't decided if I'm going to continue this blog. Right now, I'm leaning towards yes, but I won't know for sure till I get settled there. I will continue to post for a little while at least. And will announce what I decide before I completely stop. At any rate, this is my last post from Korea. I have to turn off my internet today. Next time I post, I will be back in the States, where I can read all of the signs.
God, that seems like a funny statement. "Where I can read all of the signs." I don't think that anyone who has not traveled to an Asian, or Middle Eastern, country can really apprechiate how much that simple thing can mean. Yes, European and Latin-American countries have different languages, but if you have a basic understanding of the language, you can peice together a basic meaning for the sign. The letters are pretty much the same. Here, I know how to pronounce some of the characters, I even know what the word for Daegu looks like, but there is no real way to compare it to anything I have in my brain. To me, its a bunch of squigles. And after a while, you don't even see them anymore. They become like white noise, its there, you just don't notice it.
For some reason, I find myself wanting to just ramble on and on. I know I shouldn't, reading my stuff when I do this is, is like listening to someone scratch a chalkboard. But I can't help it right now. I guess I don't want to let go. That seems like a normal thing, doesn't it? After all, most people don't like to change, or changes, at all. I didn't think that I was like that. I'm not, normally. I actually like changes. Well, good changes. I guess I'm trying to decide if this is going to be a good change or not. In my heart I know it is, but I'm leaving Biz to take up my slack after I'm gone. Granted, there shouldn't be that much work before its his time to leave, but I still feel bad about it. He's been there to help me through everything since October when he showed up. But there is the part that is coming up just before he leaves that will be very labor intensive. I think that this is where I have the problem with leaving. I hate to leave a job unfinished. And I feel that I'm doing that now, while leaving it for him to complete. I better stop writing now.
I'll see ya'll later. (From the States.)
One last memory, the last pool training that me and Biz did together. And the last one ever for the unit.
Then, there's Biz. This man is a great person. Yes, he is a big mean looking MF. But, he is one of the best people I know. Even better than myself, I think. No, I know. He cares about people, even people he doesn't know. He'll do anything to help a friend. We've had lots of time to talk about things. He knows some stuff about me that most people will never know. Mother Bizkit, you should be proud, you did a good job. If it wasn't for him talking to someone yesterday, I would be leaving here owing at least a thousand dollars for bullshit stuff. But because it was him that did the talking (and not me) the idea was able to take hold. And this is right after he found out that he's not going to be able to stay here in Korea as long as he was supposed to. He needed to stay until September to be able to claim the year tax free. (Civilians get to claim tax free if they work outside of the US for at least 11 months of the year.) But, because of other things going on here (None with him, but with the unit.) he has to leave early. There's just nowhere they can have him work until Sep. Biz, you better keep in touch. I will as well.
Friday is going to be a long day for me. I go to the airport here at about 6 AM (4 PM the day BEFORE at my destination.) and land in Nashville at 6 PM the same day, technicly. But to me it will be 8 AM Saturday. That's right, 26 hours of traveling and I get there the same day I left. But it will be worth it. My kids will be there. And I got a suprise the other day, one of my aunts, that I haven't seen in over ten years, is going to be there too!!!! Man, I hope I don't break down, but I think I will. Seeing my kids and my aunt will probably be too much for me, especiall after traveling for 28 hours straight. But they will make the whole ordeal worth it.
Then I'm on leave for 3 weeks. After leave, I go to the Replacement Center and the 101st. I have mixed feeling about this part. I love my unit, its one of the best I have ever been in, but the last two years it has been a chore, to say the least. Even though my commander here has put me out of the unit, I know that I could go there and get a place for myself. All I have to do is talk to a few people and I would be back in. But, there is really something to the fact that life goes in circles. And by going to the 101st, I would be completeing one. I started my carreer in the 101st, and something just seems right that I should complete it there. Besides, I'll be able to spend more time with my kids, something that I wouldn't be able to do in the other unit because I would be gone a lot more. I think that, even though the CO thought he was "kicking me in the nuts", he may actually have done me a favor. But don't tell him that, he'll try to get the orders changed.
I still haven't decided if I'm going to continue this blog. Right now, I'm leaning towards yes, but I won't know for sure till I get settled there. I will continue to post for a little while at least. And will announce what I decide before I completely stop. At any rate, this is my last post from Korea. I have to turn off my internet today. Next time I post, I will be back in the States, where I can read all of the signs.
God, that seems like a funny statement. "Where I can read all of the signs." I don't think that anyone who has not traveled to an Asian, or Middle Eastern, country can really apprechiate how much that simple thing can mean. Yes, European and Latin-American countries have different languages, but if you have a basic understanding of the language, you can peice together a basic meaning for the sign. The letters are pretty much the same. Here, I know how to pronounce some of the characters, I even know what the word for Daegu looks like, but there is no real way to compare it to anything I have in my brain. To me, its a bunch of squigles. And after a while, you don't even see them anymore. They become like white noise, its there, you just don't notice it.
For some reason, I find myself wanting to just ramble on and on. I know I shouldn't, reading my stuff when I do this is, is like listening to someone scratch a chalkboard. But I can't help it right now. I guess I don't want to let go. That seems like a normal thing, doesn't it? After all, most people don't like to change, or changes, at all. I didn't think that I was like that. I'm not, normally. I actually like changes. Well, good changes. I guess I'm trying to decide if this is going to be a good change or not. In my heart I know it is, but I'm leaving Biz to take up my slack after I'm gone. Granted, there shouldn't be that much work before its his time to leave, but I still feel bad about it. He's been there to help me through everything since October when he showed up. But there is the part that is coming up just before he leaves that will be very labor intensive. I think that this is where I have the problem with leaving. I hate to leave a job unfinished. And I feel that I'm doing that now, while leaving it for him to complete. I better stop writing now.
I'll see ya'll later. (From the States.)
One last memory, the last pool training that me and Biz did together. And the last one ever for the unit.
05 June 2006
Ever Have One of Those Days
Today just started out bad and continued from there. First, Biz came by to take me to turn in some of my gear at a post about a 45 minute drive away. (My command won’t allow us to use military vehicles to clear, because, to them, clearing is personal business, not military. Of course, they’re all allowed to have cars.) Well, we get just outside of the city, and I realize that, duh, I’ve forgotten my clearing papers. So we have to go back and get them, wasting an hour in the process. Great! I call the place I was going to tell them that I’ll be a half hour late. And they ask if I can come by tomorrow instead. Ah, no! That’s why I’m telling you I’m going to be late, hello!
Anyway, I get there, and right at 30 minutes late, like I told them. And I clear this place, easy, no problems. Only a few things left to do, and one big one. My hand receipt. (A list of all of the unit equipment I am responsible for maintaining.) Well, there are things missing that I didn’t know were missing. Not vital equipment, but some chairs and bookcases. I didn’t know about this stuff, but that’s not an excuse. That’s ok. What kills me about it is that I gave my commander an excuse to really give me the shaft. Every other piece of equipment that I had in my possession is accounted for and present. And I have a lot to keep track of, including stuff that other people use that I can’t know where its at at all times. But, I think I did pretty good for accountability. I just hope that he hurries up with everything so I can still final out on Wednesday, and leave on Friday.
Tomorrow, I have a few more things to clear, and then me and Biz are going to search the entire compound to see if we can find this stuff. If we can’t, I’ll have to pay for it. Like I said, I just want it done quickly. I’m ready to go.
Tonight I’m heading over to Biz’s for some dinner. Which is good, as I really don’t have much left in my room to eat. But I only need to go a few more days. (Fingers crossed.) At any rate, I’m done for today.
I’ll see ya’ll later.
Anyway, I get there, and right at 30 minutes late, like I told them. And I clear this place, easy, no problems. Only a few things left to do, and one big one. My hand receipt. (A list of all of the unit equipment I am responsible for maintaining.) Well, there are things missing that I didn’t know were missing. Not vital equipment, but some chairs and bookcases. I didn’t know about this stuff, but that’s not an excuse. That’s ok. What kills me about it is that I gave my commander an excuse to really give me the shaft. Every other piece of equipment that I had in my possession is accounted for and present. And I have a lot to keep track of, including stuff that other people use that I can’t know where its at at all times. But, I think I did pretty good for accountability. I just hope that he hurries up with everything so I can still final out on Wednesday, and leave on Friday.
Tomorrow, I have a few more things to clear, and then me and Biz are going to search the entire compound to see if we can find this stuff. If we can’t, I’ll have to pay for it. Like I said, I just want it done quickly. I’m ready to go.
Tonight I’m heading over to Biz’s for some dinner. Which is good, as I really don’t have much left in my room to eat. But I only need to go a few more days. (Fingers crossed.) At any rate, I’m done for today.
I’ll see ya’ll later.
04 June 2006
Last Weekend; Part II
Well, Saturday wasn't as good of a night as Friday was, but I still had a good time. As you know, Biz decided to stay in because he's going on a paragliding trip today. Something about not being too tired when he's hanging a good distance in the air. I stopped by his place on the way out just to bullshit for a few minutes and then I headed out. When I got to the Crew, I entered the weekly pool tourny. (Which, as usual, I didn't win. But it was the last time I get to play in it.) And, again, I was takeing pictures. Oh, one little note, after how much I drank on Friday, and, more importantly, how I felt when I woke up, I decided that I was going to take it easy with the drinking. And, it turned out later that that was a good thing. Alright, on to the pics.
Next up, is Momma's son again and Momma's oldest daughter. She came down from Seoul where she is an assistant movie producer. I'm glad that I got to say Goodbye to her. I hadn't seen her since February.
A little later in the night, some of the guys started an impromtu (Don't know if I spelled that one right.) arm wrestling contest. This is Crutch and the Cuban at the start oftheir match.
And this is the end. The Cuban lost.
This is LJ just chilling out. But, dude. I just have to ask. What's up with that suit? I heard it before I saw you.
Cuban playing in the tourny. I think his team lost this game.
This is DJ and Crutch.
Here we have Goody (In front) giving his usual greeting and Angry Joe watching a pool game.
This is the team that knocked my team out of the tourny, Flip (right) and Tubby.
I had a couple of pics of Ronin in my last post. But now he's blonde. Funny story behind that too. Well, when me and Biz left the Crew at 6 AM Sat., Ronin was passed out on one of the benches. I woke him up and he was walking around when we left. So, I fgured he was good to go. But, he passed out again and Momma's son had to get him going. And it took him a while to do it. Anyway, the son decided Ronin needed a little hair treatment and took him to a hair stylist he knows. Ronin said that he thought they had gone someplace to eat, sat in the chair, and passed out. When he woke up, he was blonde. Ronin leaves this week too.
Here we have a trio of pretty good guys. From left to right, Jesus, The Scott and Bob. Jesus is from Chicago, The Scott is from Scotland (Go figure), and Bob is another Canadian. Scott was my partner for the tourny.
While this isn't a good picture of her, this is Helen, the Saturday night bartender. She had been out partying pretty good before she came by.
And finally we get to the only other Aussie I have met here, Ter. She's a great girl, but is kind of going through a rough patch right now. I had originally planned to go home before curfew, but she showed up and needed someone to talk to. We sat and talked for hours, finally going home at around 7 AM. But it was worth it. I hope she starts feeling better soon.
First up, one of the very few flight guys that I get along with, Ditty.
Next up, is Momma's son again and Momma's oldest daughter. She came down from Seoul where she is an assistant movie producer. I'm glad that I got to say Goodbye to her. I hadn't seen her since February.
A little later in the night, some of the guys started an impromtu (Don't know if I spelled that one right.) arm wrestling contest. This is Crutch and the Cuban at the start oftheir match.
And this is the end. The Cuban lost.
This is LJ just chilling out. But, dude. I just have to ask. What's up with that suit? I heard it before I saw you.
Cuban playing in the tourny. I think his team lost this game.
This is DJ and Crutch.
Here we have Goody (In front) giving his usual greeting and Angry Joe watching a pool game.
This is the team that knocked my team out of the tourny, Flip (right) and Tubby.
I had a couple of pics of Ronin in my last post. But now he's blonde. Funny story behind that too. Well, when me and Biz left the Crew at 6 AM Sat., Ronin was passed out on one of the benches. I woke him up and he was walking around when we left. So, I fgured he was good to go. But, he passed out again and Momma's son had to get him going. And it took him a while to do it. Anyway, the son decided Ronin needed a little hair treatment and took him to a hair stylist he knows. Ronin said that he thought they had gone someplace to eat, sat in the chair, and passed out. When he woke up, he was blonde. Ronin leaves this week too.
Here we have a trio of pretty good guys. From left to right, Jesus, The Scott and Bob. Jesus is from Chicago, The Scott is from Scotland (Go figure), and Bob is another Canadian. Scott was my partner for the tourny.
While this isn't a good picture of her, this is Helen, the Saturday night bartender. She had been out partying pretty good before she came by.
And finally we get to the only other Aussie I have met here, Ter. She's a great girl, but is kind of going through a rough patch right now. I had originally planned to go home before curfew, but she showed up and needed someone to talk to. We sat and talked for hours, finally going home at around 7 AM. But it was worth it. I hope she starts feeling better soon.
All in all, I had a pretty good weekend. I only had one problem, and that was Friday night/Saturday morning. And it was with another American. Me, Biz, Scott and Aussie work talking among ourselves about Iraq. Well, not really about Iraq, but about the terrorists that are causing all of these problems. Scott made a comment that made it sound like it was a religious thing. And we got to discussing that. Well, this American (Ponytail) asks what we're talking about so we tell him that its about Muslims. Which, it was, kind of. Well, he gets pissed off. So I ask him what the problem was. And he just says, why does it have to be about them being Muslim? I tell him that its not about the fact that they're Muslim, they could be Jedi Knights for all I care. Its the people using the religion for their own personal gain. And the fact that most of these people that they lure in are ignorant. Not by choice, but because of other factors. If they were educated, the terrorists wouldn't be able to recruit as easily.
Well, he still thinks I'm slamming someone because of their religion. So he's still pissed. I tell him my name and ask him his, trying to shake his hand. He blows me off and tells me his name's not important. I ask if I can buy him a drink to show there are no hard feelings. He flat out says no. Oh, he also had a problem with the fact that I'm a soldier. And he leaves.
A little later he comes back to the table where we're talking and asks for a cigarette. I'm the only one there with some so I offer one to him. He fucking ignors me! And continues to ask everyone else individually, and only took one from me when he found out no one else had any. Then, he doesn't even say thank you. At this point, Biz and Aussie were doing Rock, Paper, Scissors to see which one of them got to break Ponytail's jaw. But I wouldn't let them do it. Then Aussie says "Ok. But, I'm going to go over there and tell him he has 2 minutes to apologize to you for being disrespectful, or I'm going to throw him out the window." I couldn't let him do that, so I told Aussie, "Don't mess with him. He has the right to be like this. And I've protected his right to do that for 17 years. Leave him be." Aussie just looked at me and said "Fair enough."
Well, me and Ponytail did come to an arrangement of sorts. We ran into each other at the bar, and I offered to buy him another drink to show that there were no hard feelings. Again he said no. So I said to him, "You're an American. I'm an American. At least we can respect each other for that." He looked at me, nodded his head and said, "I can respect that." I offered my hand and this time we shook hands. Of course, if he had disrepected me there again, I think I would have let Biz and Aussie tear him apart. Well, at least I would have entertained the idea.
That's all I have for now. My next three days are going to be kind of busy. I have to finish clearing and mail off what I don't need anymore. I'll try to update as I can, but starting Tuesday, I'll no longer have internet in my room. So, pdates may be delayed till I get internet back in the States. Oh, and my shirt this time said, "Try not to letyour mind wander, its much to small to out on its own."
I'll see ya'll later.
Well, he still thinks I'm slamming someone because of their religion. So he's still pissed. I tell him my name and ask him his, trying to shake his hand. He blows me off and tells me his name's not important. I ask if I can buy him a drink to show there are no hard feelings. He flat out says no. Oh, he also had a problem with the fact that I'm a soldier. And he leaves.
A little later he comes back to the table where we're talking and asks for a cigarette. I'm the only one there with some so I offer one to him. He fucking ignors me! And continues to ask everyone else individually, and only took one from me when he found out no one else had any. Then, he doesn't even say thank you. At this point, Biz and Aussie were doing Rock, Paper, Scissors to see which one of them got to break Ponytail's jaw. But I wouldn't let them do it. Then Aussie says "Ok. But, I'm going to go over there and tell him he has 2 minutes to apologize to you for being disrespectful, or I'm going to throw him out the window." I couldn't let him do that, so I told Aussie, "Don't mess with him. He has the right to be like this. And I've protected his right to do that for 17 years. Leave him be." Aussie just looked at me and said "Fair enough."
Well, me and Ponytail did come to an arrangement of sorts. We ran into each other at the bar, and I offered to buy him another drink to show that there were no hard feelings. Again he said no. So I said to him, "You're an American. I'm an American. At least we can respect each other for that." He looked at me, nodded his head and said, "I can respect that." I offered my hand and this time we shook hands. Of course, if he had disrepected me there again, I think I would have let Biz and Aussie tear him apart. Well, at least I would have entertained the idea.
That's all I have for now. My next three days are going to be kind of busy. I have to finish clearing and mail off what I don't need anymore. I'll try to update as I can, but starting Tuesday, I'll no longer have internet in my room. So, pdates may be delayed till I get internet back in the States. Oh, and my shirt this time said, "Try not to letyour mind wander, its much to small to out on its own."
I'll see ya'll later.
03 June 2006
Last Weekend; Part I
As all of my readers (What, all 4 of you.) know, I leave this coming Friday morning. So, this is my final weekend in Korea. And I plan(ed) on making it a good one. So far it has been.
Last night (Friday), my unit had a Hail and Farewell that I had to go to. (Obviously, because I was getting Farewelled.) It started at 6 PM and was to continue until whenever. Biz showed up thankfully, because I would have been bored out of my mind if he hadn't. (I hate doing unit functions. After all, I see these guys all day, everyday, why would I want to be around them after work. There are a few exceptions.) And had to wait until I was called to be farewelled and then wait for all of them to be done before I could leave. Well, we finally get down to it and I'm called up. My Platoon Sergeant, the Big L, gives his little speech about how much help I've been to the unit, how he's enjoyed working with me,blah, blah, blah. And he actually sounded almost sincere. And he hands me the box that my statue is in. (Everyone else has been handed the statue, not the box.) I open the box and pull out the statue, or rather, I pull out the horse part. It seems that mine is broken. (Hmm. I'm not saying it was done on purpose, but....) Anyway, at least it saved me from making a speech that probably wouldn't have gone over too well. Here's a pic of it:
As you can see, its a pretty nice statue. And no, its not fixed yet, I'll have to wait until I get back to the States before I'll be able to do that. But, the plaque reads:
Last night (Friday), my unit had a Hail and Farewell that I had to go to. (Obviously, because I was getting Farewelled.) It started at 6 PM and was to continue until whenever. Biz showed up thankfully, because I would have been bored out of my mind if he hadn't. (I hate doing unit functions. After all, I see these guys all day, everyday, why would I want to be around them after work. There are a few exceptions.) And had to wait until I was called to be farewelled and then wait for all of them to be done before I could leave. Well, we finally get down to it and I'm called up. My Platoon Sergeant, the Big L, gives his little speech about how much help I've been to the unit, how he's enjoyed working with me,blah, blah, blah. And he actually sounded almost sincere. And he hands me the box that my statue is in. (Everyone else has been handed the statue, not the box.) I open the box and pull out the statue, or rather, I pull out the horse part. It seems that mine is broken. (Hmm. I'm not saying it was done on purpose, but....) Anyway, at least it saved me from making a speech that probably wouldn't have gone over too well. Here's a pic of it:
As you can see, its a pretty nice statue. And no, its not fixed yet, I'll have to wait until I get back to the States before I'll be able to do that. But, the plaque reads:SSG Geoffrey R. Wood
E Co. 160th SOAR(A)
June 2005-June 2006
"Hooker"
E Co. 160th SOAR(A)
June 2005-June 2006
"Hooker"
Everyone gets a nickname on their plaque, and I have Biz to thank for mine. Funny thing is that no one else in the unit knows what it really about. They think they do. After all, Biz is the only one that calls me that. And it only has to do with this site, nothing else.
Back to the story. We wait till everyone is done and leave at around 9 PM. We were supposed to meet NB at Biz's place at 8:30 and were obviously running late. We finally get there at a little after 9:15. Do a little pregame drinking and listening to music. I hadn't seen NB for a few months, and man, has she lost weight. She was thin before, but now she's too thin. She asked me how I thought she looked and I had to tell her that she looked sickly. She looked a little hurt until I told her that she knew better than to ask me a question like that because she knew I would tell her exactly what I thought. Just to show you how bad she's gotten here's a few pics of her and Biz at Biz's place:
This is the serious pic. The next one you can see Biz isn't takeing it too seriously.
Ok, so we're listening to the music when this one song comes on. I can't remember the name, but it it says I would walk 500 miles. I hink you know what one I'm talking about. Well, these two appearently have a dance that they do to it. Its, well, here, just take a look:
Its ammusing to watch, at least. Anyway, we leave for the Crew at around 10 PM. When we get there, there are a few people about. We make our rounds, get drinks and settle in at one of the tables. Helen is there. (That's not her name, I didn't remember it right. So I'll continue to call her that. But she does have an English name, not Korean. Her parents are Christian and wanted her to have an Enlish name.) And she made my drink strong, just how I like it. (I think she wants to get me drunk. Lucky me.) And just to show how good looking this girl is, Biz was even admiring her. And he doesn't even look once at Korean women. I went around with my camera getting pics with all of the friends I will probably never see again. Here they are:
This is Weasle and his Fiancee.
This is me and J. She left this morning to get married to another of my friends, Snuffy.
Good luck, and best wishes to the both of you.
Of course, Weasle had to get a pic with J.
Me with Momma (Right, owner of Crew) and her youngest daughter.
Me and Kiwi
This is me and Aussie. Its kind of hard to tell just how big this guy really is, just glad that the second time we met that we didn't actually get into that fight against each other.
Me and Kid
The only Kiwi guy I know and his Canadian girlfriend
These next two were to just get a pic of Ronin (The guy in the middle with the red shirt.) An Irish guy. But several others had to jump into the pics. Some of which, I actually know by name.
The Korean guy in the blue and grey shirt is Momma's son. The Korean girl is the Saturday bartender. (I'll call her Sat.) The girl on the left, I don't know, seen around, but never met. ANd the other Korean guy, is a regular, but don't remember his name.
Sat didn't like the first pic, and wanted another one. (Who am I to argue with a beautiful girl?) And another guy jumped in.
And the final pic of the night, me and Sat.
Back to the story. We wait till everyone is done and leave at around 9 PM. We were supposed to meet NB at Biz's place at 8:30 and were obviously running late. We finally get there at a little after 9:15. Do a little pregame drinking and listening to music. I hadn't seen NB for a few months, and man, has she lost weight. She was thin before, but now she's too thin. She asked me how I thought she looked and I had to tell her that she looked sickly. She looked a little hurt until I told her that she knew better than to ask me a question like that because she knew I would tell her exactly what I thought. Just to show you how bad she's gotten here's a few pics of her and Biz at Biz's place:
This is the serious pic. The next one you can see Biz isn't takeing it too seriously.
Ok, so we're listening to the music when this one song comes on. I can't remember the name, but it it says I would walk 500 miles. I hink you know what one I'm talking about. Well, these two appearently have a dance that they do to it. Its, well, here, just take a look:
Its ammusing to watch, at least. Anyway, we leave for the Crew at around 10 PM. When we get there, there are a few people about. We make our rounds, get drinks and settle in at one of the tables. Helen is there. (That's not her name, I didn't remember it right. So I'll continue to call her that. But she does have an English name, not Korean. Her parents are Christian and wanted her to have an Enlish name.) And she made my drink strong, just how I like it. (I think she wants to get me drunk. Lucky me.) And just to show how good looking this girl is, Biz was even admiring her. And he doesn't even look once at Korean women. I went around with my camera getting pics with all of the friends I will probably never see again. Here they are:
This is Weasle and his Fiancee.
This is me and J. She left this morning to get married to another of my friends, Snuffy.Good luck, and best wishes to the both of you.
Of course, Weasle had to get a pic with J.
Me with Momma (Right, owner of Crew) and her youngest daughter.
Me and Kiwi
This is me and Aussie. Its kind of hard to tell just how big this guy really is, just glad that the second time we met that we didn't actually get into that fight against each other.
Me and Kid
The only Kiwi guy I know and his Canadian girlfriendThese next two were to just get a pic of Ronin (The guy in the middle with the red shirt.) An Irish guy. But several others had to jump into the pics. Some of which, I actually know by name.
The Korean guy in the blue and grey shirt is Momma's son. The Korean girl is the Saturday bartender. (I'll call her Sat.) The girl on the left, I don't know, seen around, but never met. ANd the other Korean guy, is a regular, but don't remember his name.
Sat didn't like the first pic, and wanted another one. (Who am I to argue with a beautiful girl?) And another guy jumped in.
And the final pic of the night, me and Sat. All in all, a very fun night. I didn't get to see all of my friends, and I hope to see them tonight. But I did have a good time with the ones I did get to see. There were a few problems. And I didn't get back home until 6 AM, but it was worth it. Oh, and in case you're wondering, my shirt says, "Stupid people have feelings, they're just too dumb to know it." I'll have more pics from tonight. Unfortunately, I'll be heading out solo. The Biz is going Paragliding on Sunday, and for some reason, doesnt want to be extremely tired when he does it.
I'll see ya'll later.
I'll see ya'll later.
01 June 2006
MEMEs
I didn't really have anything to write about today, but didn't feel right not posting. So, I went to blogthings and did a few of their memes. (What the hell does that stand for?) Here are my results and what I thought of them.
| You Are 90% Evil |
 You're the most evil person you know. The devil is even a little scared of you! |
How Evil Are You?
This is kind of supriseing to me. I always thought I was one of the good guys. I know I'm one of the good guys. I'm too nice to be evil. (Insert evil laugh here.)
| You are 80% Pisces |
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How much do you match your zodiac sign?
Well, at least I'm close here. Nothing else to add to this one.
| You are Agnostic |
 You're not sure if God exists, and you don't care. For you, there's no true way to figure out the divine. You rather focus on what you can control - your own life. And you tend to resent when others "sell" religion to you. |
What's Your Religious Philosophy?
I had to look up agnostic. It means, basically, that I don't believe there is any way to prove the existance of God. Which is true, but also, not true. I do believe its impossible to prove that there is a Higher Power. But I also have a true belief that there is a God. Sounds like an impossible situation, but it works for me.
| You Are a Natural Flirt |
 Believe it or not, you're a really effective flirt. And you're so good, you hardly notice that you're flirting. Your attitude and confidence make you a natural flirt. And the fact that you don't know it is just that more attractive! |
What Kind of Flirt Are You?
I'm a natural. See, I am good at something! But seriously, I have been told this about me (That doesn't sound quite right.) by other people before.
| You Are Elmo |
 Sweet and innocent, you expect everyone to adore you. And they usually do! You are usually feeling: Talkative. You've got tons of stories to tell. And when you aren't talking, you're laughing. You are famous for: Being popular, though no one knows why. Middle aged women especially like you. How you live your life: With an open heart. "Elmo loves you!" |
31 May 2006
A Rant
Almost gone. And I’m bouncing between “I can’t wait to leave.” And “I don’t want to leave.” It doesn’t make sense. It really doesn’t.
I don’t want to go because, unlike most GIs here, I actually like this country. (And, yes, I like looking at the women here.) I like the food, culture and good times that I’ve had while here. I know that I’m going to miss the friends I have made, people I would never have had the chance to meet if I had stayed in the States because they just aren’t my usual crowd. I could, probably, go on about it, but I won’t.
Then, on the other hand, I can’t wait to leave this place. That mainly comes from my work environment. Not Biz, we get along great. It’s the people that I have to deal with that can really screw my career. Because I don’t get along with the ones that really count, and even though I worked my ass off for this unit, (I refuse to do anything less.) I am considered a shitbag by them. The end result, I am being forced out of a unit that I have loved for the past 7 years. And I still want to be in it. Hell, I wanted to retire from it in 2 years. But, because of the climate during my last year, I’m actually glad to be leaving. I have worked my ass off, and never given less than my all for this unit, and in return, they kick me in the nuts and send me back to the big Army. Fine, I’ll go back to where I am an outstanding soldier, instead of an average soldier. (Sorry for the rant. Its almost over. I promise.) Looks like I’ll be finishing my Army career where it all began, the 101st. It was my first unit, and it will be my last.
I’ll see ya’ll later.
I don’t want to go because, unlike most GIs here, I actually like this country. (And, yes, I like looking at the women here.) I like the food, culture and good times that I’ve had while here. I know that I’m going to miss the friends I have made, people I would never have had the chance to meet if I had stayed in the States because they just aren’t my usual crowd. I could, probably, go on about it, but I won’t.
Then, on the other hand, I can’t wait to leave this place. That mainly comes from my work environment. Not Biz, we get along great. It’s the people that I have to deal with that can really screw my career. Because I don’t get along with the ones that really count, and even though I worked my ass off for this unit, (I refuse to do anything less.) I am considered a shitbag by them. The end result, I am being forced out of a unit that I have loved for the past 7 years. And I still want to be in it. Hell, I wanted to retire from it in 2 years. But, because of the climate during my last year, I’m actually glad to be leaving. I have worked my ass off, and never given less than my all for this unit, and in return, they kick me in the nuts and send me back to the big Army. Fine, I’ll go back to where I am an outstanding soldier, instead of an average soldier. (Sorry for the rant. Its almost over. I promise.) Looks like I’ll be finishing my Army career where it all began, the 101st. It was my first unit, and it will be my last.
I’ll see ya’ll later.
29 May 2006
Memorial Day
I kind of feel ashamed of myself. “Ashamed?” you say. Yes. With everything that I have been doing for the past month, I forgot what this weekend was/is. I am a day late in remembering too. This is Memorial Day Weekend. For most people, its jut another holiday, a day off work, the start of the grilling season. But to those of us, present and former, in the military, and for those with loved ones serving, it is more than that. It is a day of remembrance of those that made the ultimate sacrifice for all of the freedoms we take for granted. There were two things that I saw today that reminded me. The first, an e-mail from Mother Biz, I show below:
Happy Memorial Day! I hope all the protesting didn't get you down too much. I saw all that crap on the news, pisses me off too. Anyway, thank you for what you do, you can never know how much it means to me and all the Americans that truely believe in what you do. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I hope you had a good weekend!
Mother Bizkit
This kind of choked me up a little bit. Here is this woman, who I have never even met, and the only thing we have in common is her son, Biz, thanking me for being a soldier. And it was just me, in at least this e-mail, I was the only one it was addressed to, no mass send out. I truly am touched when people tell me “Thank you.” I don’t feel that I have done anything to really deserve a complete stranger thanking me.
She also was concerned that seeing, or hearing, about the protests occurring this weekend upset me. Honestly, until she said something about it, I hadn’t heard anything, and still haven’t. But people exercising a right that I guarantee to them by serving, doesn’t bother me, its expected. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, and to express it. That is one of the things that make America the greatest nation on earth. And I am proud to stand up for your right to denigrate me. Just don’t think you could get away with it to my face, or we may have, ahem, further discussions.
The other thing I saw was over on OpFor. It’s a speech by former President Reagan (In my opinion, one of the greatest presidents we have ever had.) given at the 40th D-Day Anniversary, on the cliffs overlooking Omaha Beach. I copied it and pasted it here, exactly as it appeared there, no alterations. Most of this speech came from a man that was a private on D-Day, through his daughter. And it shows some of how we (the military) feel about events such as these. I don’t think a civilian can understand,. Hell, I can’t understand something like this, I’m just a support soldier. But, I do have an idea, I have lost friends in these two most recent wars. So that does give me an idea of what PFC Zannatta feels, but only an idea. While this is one of Reagan’s best speeches, what I really would like you to see are the last three sentences. If we all do the first two, the third will come to pass. Mr. President, I salute you.
(Again, this is lifted straight from the OpFor blog site. Please pop over there and take a look around.)
We stand today at a place of battle, one that 40 years ago saw and felt the worst of war. Men bled and died here for a few feet of - or inches of sand, as bullets and shellfire cut through their ranks. About them, General Omar Bradley later said, "Every man who set foot on Omaha Beach that day was a hero."
Some who survived the battle of June 6, 1944, are here today. Others who hoped to return never did.
"Someday, Lis, I'll go back," said Private First Class Peter Robert Zannata, of the 37th Engineer Combat Battalion, and first assault wave to hit Omaha Beach. "I'll go back, and I'll see it all again. I'll see the beach, the barricades, and the graves."
Those words of Private Zanatta come to us from his daughter, Lisa Zanatta Henn, in a heart-rending story about the event her father spoke of so often. "In his words, the Normandy invasion would change his life forever," she said. She tells some of his stories of World War II but says of her father, "the story to end all stories was D-Day."
"He made me feel the fear of being on the boat waiting to land. I can smell the ocean and feel the sea sickness. I can see the looks on his fellow soldiers' faces-the fear, the anguish, the uncertainty of what lay ahead. And when they landed, I can feel the strength and courage of the men who took those first steps through the tide to what must have surely looked like instant death."
Private Zannata's daughter wrote to me, "I don't know how or why I can feel this emptiness, this fear, or this determination, but I do. Maybe it's the bond I had with my father. All I know is that it brings tears to my eyes to think about my father as a 20-year old boy having to face that beach."
The anniversary of D-Day was always special to her family. And like all the families of those who went to war, she describes how she came to realize her own father's survival was a miracle: "So many men died. I know that my father watched many of his friends be killed. I know that he must have died inside a little each time. But his explanation to me was, `You did what you had to do, and you kept on going."
When men like Private Zannata and all our Allied forces stormed the beaches of Normandy 40 years ago they came not as conquerors, but as liberators. When these troops swept across the French countryside and into the forests of Belgium and Luxembourg they came not to take, but to return what had been wrongfully seized. When our forces marched into Germany they came not to prey on a brave and defeated people, but to nurture the seeds of democracy among those who yearned to bee free again.
We salute them today. But, Mr. President [Francois Mitterand of France], we also salute those who, like yourself, were already engaging the enemy inside your beloved country-the French Resistance. Your valiant struggle for France did so much to cripple the enemy and spur the advance of the armies of liberation. The French Forces of the Interior will forever personify courage and national spirit. They will be a timeless inspiration to all who are free and to all who would be free.
Today, in their memory, and for all who fought here, we celebrate the triumph of democracy. We reaffirm the unity of democratic people who fought a war and then joined with the vanquished in a firm resolve to keep the peace.
From a terrible war we learned that unity made us invincible; now, in peace, that same unity makes us secure. We sought to bring all freedom-loving nations together in a community dedicated to the defense and preservation of our sacred values. Our alliance, forged in the crucible of war, tempered and shaped by the realities of the post-war world, has succeeded. In Europe, the threat has been contained, the peace has been kept.
Today, the living here assembled-officials, veterans, citizens-are a tribute to what was achieved here 40 years ago. This land is secure. We are free. These things are worth fighting and dying for.
Lisa Zannata Henn began her story by quoting her father, who promised that he would return to Normandy. She ended with a promise to her father, who died 8 years ago of cancer: "I'm going there, Dad, and I'll see the beaches and the barricades and the monuments. I'll see the graves, and I'll put flowers there just like you wanted to do. I'll never forget what you went through, Dad, nor will I let any one else forget. And, Dad, I'll always be proud."
Through the words of his loving daughter, who is here with us today, a D-Day veteran has shown us the meaning of this day far better than any President can. It is enough to say about Private Zannata and all the men of honor and courage who fought beside him four decades ago: We will always remember. We will always be proud. We will always be prepared, so we may always be free.
Thank you.
I’m not going to do my usual sign off. Instead, I just want to ask you remember, and if you know a service member, tell them “Thank You.” You have no idea what it will mean to them.
Happy Memorial Day! I hope all the protesting didn't get you down too much. I saw all that crap on the news, pisses me off too. Anyway, thank you for what you do, you can never know how much it means to me and all the Americans that truely believe in what you do. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I hope you had a good weekend!
Mother Bizkit
This kind of choked me up a little bit. Here is this woman, who I have never even met, and the only thing we have in common is her son, Biz, thanking me for being a soldier. And it was just me, in at least this e-mail, I was the only one it was addressed to, no mass send out. I truly am touched when people tell me “Thank you.” I don’t feel that I have done anything to really deserve a complete stranger thanking me.
She also was concerned that seeing, or hearing, about the protests occurring this weekend upset me. Honestly, until she said something about it, I hadn’t heard anything, and still haven’t. But people exercising a right that I guarantee to them by serving, doesn’t bother me, its expected. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, and to express it. That is one of the things that make America the greatest nation on earth. And I am proud to stand up for your right to denigrate me. Just don’t think you could get away with it to my face, or we may have, ahem, further discussions.
The other thing I saw was over on OpFor. It’s a speech by former President Reagan (In my opinion, one of the greatest presidents we have ever had.) given at the 40th D-Day Anniversary, on the cliffs overlooking Omaha Beach. I copied it and pasted it here, exactly as it appeared there, no alterations. Most of this speech came from a man that was a private on D-Day, through his daughter. And it shows some of how we (the military) feel about events such as these. I don’t think a civilian can understand,. Hell, I can’t understand something like this, I’m just a support soldier. But, I do have an idea, I have lost friends in these two most recent wars. So that does give me an idea of what PFC Zannatta feels, but only an idea. While this is one of Reagan’s best speeches, what I really would like you to see are the last three sentences. If we all do the first two, the third will come to pass. Mr. President, I salute you.
(Again, this is lifted straight from the OpFor blog site. Please pop over there and take a look around.)
We stand today at a place of battle, one that 40 years ago saw and felt the worst of war. Men bled and died here for a few feet of - or inches of sand, as bullets and shellfire cut through their ranks. About them, General Omar Bradley later said, "Every man who set foot on Omaha Beach that day was a hero."
Some who survived the battle of June 6, 1944, are here today. Others who hoped to return never did.
"Someday, Lis, I'll go back," said Private First Class Peter Robert Zannata, of the 37th Engineer Combat Battalion, and first assault wave to hit Omaha Beach. "I'll go back, and I'll see it all again. I'll see the beach, the barricades, and the graves."
Those words of Private Zanatta come to us from his daughter, Lisa Zanatta Henn, in a heart-rending story about the event her father spoke of so often. "In his words, the Normandy invasion would change his life forever," she said. She tells some of his stories of World War II but says of her father, "the story to end all stories was D-Day."
"He made me feel the fear of being on the boat waiting to land. I can smell the ocean and feel the sea sickness. I can see the looks on his fellow soldiers' faces-the fear, the anguish, the uncertainty of what lay ahead. And when they landed, I can feel the strength and courage of the men who took those first steps through the tide to what must have surely looked like instant death."
Private Zannata's daughter wrote to me, "I don't know how or why I can feel this emptiness, this fear, or this determination, but I do. Maybe it's the bond I had with my father. All I know is that it brings tears to my eyes to think about my father as a 20-year old boy having to face that beach."
The anniversary of D-Day was always special to her family. And like all the families of those who went to war, she describes how she came to realize her own father's survival was a miracle: "So many men died. I know that my father watched many of his friends be killed. I know that he must have died inside a little each time. But his explanation to me was, `You did what you had to do, and you kept on going."
When men like Private Zannata and all our Allied forces stormed the beaches of Normandy 40 years ago they came not as conquerors, but as liberators. When these troops swept across the French countryside and into the forests of Belgium and Luxembourg they came not to take, but to return what had been wrongfully seized. When our forces marched into Germany they came not to prey on a brave and defeated people, but to nurture the seeds of democracy among those who yearned to bee free again.
We salute them today. But, Mr. President [Francois Mitterand of France], we also salute those who, like yourself, were already engaging the enemy inside your beloved country-the French Resistance. Your valiant struggle for France did so much to cripple the enemy and spur the advance of the armies of liberation. The French Forces of the Interior will forever personify courage and national spirit. They will be a timeless inspiration to all who are free and to all who would be free.
Today, in their memory, and for all who fought here, we celebrate the triumph of democracy. We reaffirm the unity of democratic people who fought a war and then joined with the vanquished in a firm resolve to keep the peace.
From a terrible war we learned that unity made us invincible; now, in peace, that same unity makes us secure. We sought to bring all freedom-loving nations together in a community dedicated to the defense and preservation of our sacred values. Our alliance, forged in the crucible of war, tempered and shaped by the realities of the post-war world, has succeeded. In Europe, the threat has been contained, the peace has been kept.
Today, the living here assembled-officials, veterans, citizens-are a tribute to what was achieved here 40 years ago. This land is secure. We are free. These things are worth fighting and dying for.
Lisa Zannata Henn began her story by quoting her father, who promised that he would return to Normandy. She ended with a promise to her father, who died 8 years ago of cancer: "I'm going there, Dad, and I'll see the beaches and the barricades and the monuments. I'll see the graves, and I'll put flowers there just like you wanted to do. I'll never forget what you went through, Dad, nor will I let any one else forget. And, Dad, I'll always be proud."
Through the words of his loving daughter, who is here with us today, a D-Day veteran has shown us the meaning of this day far better than any President can. It is enough to say about Private Zannata and all the men of honor and courage who fought beside him four decades ago: We will always remember. We will always be proud. We will always be prepared, so we may always be free.
Thank you.
I’m not going to do my usual sign off. Instead, I just want to ask you remember, and if you know a service member, tell them “Thank You.” You have no idea what it will mean to them.
Almost Out of Here
Well, this weekend was a sure sign that I spent entirely too much money on my trip. I was only able to go out on Friday night. Of course, Biz is down in Cheju-do (Cheju Island) enjoying his weekend off. Anyways, I headed out at around 9 PM and went straight for the Crew. (I just had to go and see Momma.) And on the way there, I noticed that traffic was extremely light. And there weren’t a lot of people in the shopping area on the way to the Crew. I didn’t think that it was a Korean holiday, but wasn’t sure.
I found out what was going on when I got to the Crew. There was a World Cup game, with South Korea playing Bosnia, on the TV there. (The TV is new since the last time I was there.) Well, Momma and her daughter both give me big hugs when I get there. (And Momma grabbed my ass! Dirty old woman!!!) Plus there is a new bartender on Friday nights. And she is cute! Her name is Helen. (Well, at least her English name. Don’t know what her real name is, yet. That’s why I don’t feel too bad about putting her name here.) Of course I get my usual drink, screwdrivers. And Momma’s daughter tells Helen to make it for me. And I’ll tell you what; she knows how to make them strong. (I think I’m in love.) So, I kept having her get my drinks for me.
A little later mine, and Biz’s, Aussie friend shows up, sans his girl. (They’re on a month long break for now. She didn’t show ‘cause she was in Viet Nam. Hope I get to see her next week to say good bye.) And we bullshit for a while, when someone grabs me from behind. Luckily for both of us, I heard him laugh just as he grabbed me, and recognized him. It was Kid. And of course, he had to hear about my trip, and then complain that I wasn’t there when his family came out. But, almost in the same breath, he says he’s glad I didn’t get to meet hi sister. (I’ve seen pics. Pretty cute.) At around 1 AM we head out to Communes. (A pure teacher bar.) We get there and one of my Kiwi friends (the male one) is there in a contest. I start helping him and his team with the contest, getting one that no one else in the place knew. (Sweet it is to die for my country. It was in Latin, and is pure bullshit. Better to make them die for theirs.) And started talking with some of the other teachers there, who were quite surprised to find a GI in their midst.
After the contest, we went to another teacher bar, one I’ve been to before, once, Thunderbird. And, Kid, myself, and a few others hung out there for a little bit. I ran into Kiwi there. She’s been feeling extremely bad lately; a friend of her’s is in a coma here. And so, she was pretty drunk. She told me the same thing four times because she didn’t remember telling me before. And I ran into Helen there and we talked a little bit. (Too bad this weekend is my last one here.) She’s seems pretty well put together. (Mentally, at least. I can see that physically, she IS well put together.) Kid picked up this girl from Mississippi that I had first met about 8 months ago. Funny thing about this place was this one guy hanging around. He was an American, and pretty drunk. First he tried to pick up Kiwi, (And was blatantly obvious about it, and about trying for the really drunk girls.) until she decided that she needed to go eat. He tried to go along, but she flat out told him to stay there. She’s not dumb (not like NB) not by a long shot. So, this guy then decides to try for the girl that Kid is working on. Just hanging out and trying to butt into the conversation, and getting completely ignored. Until he had enough. I have to say; at least he was smart enough to know to just leave instead of starting a fight. He would have been through. (I was quite sober by this time.) Well, Kid left with that girl, and I hung out a little bit longer talking to a few more teacher friends of mine, until it was time that I could go home.
I get home and go to sleep. And for the rest of the weekend, I just played around on my laptop and got stuff ready for the movers, who get here on Friday. I can’t believe that my year is just about over. One year already! I don’t know right now if I’m going to continue this blog, or not. I want to so that people can keep up on what is going on with me. But, lets face it, my life isn’t even remotely interesting. And when I get back to Ft. Campbell, I’m not going to be in the same unit that I’ve been in for the past 7 years. I’ll be going back to my first unit, the 101st. So, my life will be even more boring. And if I do continue this, there will be a noticeable change to the content. But we will have to see.
I’ll see ya’ll later.
I found out what was going on when I got to the Crew. There was a World Cup game, with South Korea playing Bosnia, on the TV there. (The TV is new since the last time I was there.) Well, Momma and her daughter both give me big hugs when I get there. (And Momma grabbed my ass! Dirty old woman!!!) Plus there is a new bartender on Friday nights. And she is cute! Her name is Helen. (Well, at least her English name. Don’t know what her real name is, yet. That’s why I don’t feel too bad about putting her name here.) Of course I get my usual drink, screwdrivers. And Momma’s daughter tells Helen to make it for me. And I’ll tell you what; she knows how to make them strong. (I think I’m in love.) So, I kept having her get my drinks for me.
A little later mine, and Biz’s, Aussie friend shows up, sans his girl. (They’re on a month long break for now. She didn’t show ‘cause she was in Viet Nam. Hope I get to see her next week to say good bye.) And we bullshit for a while, when someone grabs me from behind. Luckily for both of us, I heard him laugh just as he grabbed me, and recognized him. It was Kid. And of course, he had to hear about my trip, and then complain that I wasn’t there when his family came out. But, almost in the same breath, he says he’s glad I didn’t get to meet hi sister. (I’ve seen pics. Pretty cute.) At around 1 AM we head out to Communes. (A pure teacher bar.) We get there and one of my Kiwi friends (the male one) is there in a contest. I start helping him and his team with the contest, getting one that no one else in the place knew. (Sweet it is to die for my country. It was in Latin, and is pure bullshit. Better to make them die for theirs.) And started talking with some of the other teachers there, who were quite surprised to find a GI in their midst.
After the contest, we went to another teacher bar, one I’ve been to before, once, Thunderbird. And, Kid, myself, and a few others hung out there for a little bit. I ran into Kiwi there. She’s been feeling extremely bad lately; a friend of her’s is in a coma here. And so, she was pretty drunk. She told me the same thing four times because she didn’t remember telling me before. And I ran into Helen there and we talked a little bit. (Too bad this weekend is my last one here.) She’s seems pretty well put together. (Mentally, at least. I can see that physically, she IS well put together.) Kid picked up this girl from Mississippi that I had first met about 8 months ago. Funny thing about this place was this one guy hanging around. He was an American, and pretty drunk. First he tried to pick up Kiwi, (And was blatantly obvious about it, and about trying for the really drunk girls.) until she decided that she needed to go eat. He tried to go along, but she flat out told him to stay there. She’s not dumb (not like NB) not by a long shot. So, this guy then decides to try for the girl that Kid is working on. Just hanging out and trying to butt into the conversation, and getting completely ignored. Until he had enough. I have to say; at least he was smart enough to know to just leave instead of starting a fight. He would have been through. (I was quite sober by this time.) Well, Kid left with that girl, and I hung out a little bit longer talking to a few more teacher friends of mine, until it was time that I could go home.
I get home and go to sleep. And for the rest of the weekend, I just played around on my laptop and got stuff ready for the movers, who get here on Friday. I can’t believe that my year is just about over. One year already! I don’t know right now if I’m going to continue this blog, or not. I want to so that people can keep up on what is going on with me. But, lets face it, my life isn’t even remotely interesting. And when I get back to Ft. Campbell, I’m not going to be in the same unit that I’ve been in for the past 7 years. I’ll be going back to my first unit, the 101st. So, my life will be even more boring. And if I do continue this, there will be a noticeable change to the content. But we will have to see.
I’ll see ya’ll later.
26 May 2006
Down With Phelps.
Today I’m going to lay off of the trip for a little bit. (But only for a little bit.) If you will recall, a few months back I mentioned the Rev. Phelps and his protests against military funerals and the formation of the Patriot Guard against him. At the time, there were a few states considering enacting laws against such protests. Well, it seems that Congress has acted.
Its called the “Respect For America’s Fallen Heroes Act”, and it bars protests within 300 feet of the entrance to a cemetery, and within 150 feet of the road leading to a cemetery, from 60 minutes prior to and following the funeral. It was approved by both houses and sent up to G-Dub for his signature on Wednesday. (And I have no doubt that he will sign it. Or he’ll get an earful from Daddy Bush.)
Now, while this Bill is a good thing, overall, there are a few problems, at least on the surface. First, the act only covers our national cemeteries. However, this isn’t as bad as it seems. Congress can only enact laws like this on federal land, not state, or private, land. So this limitation makes sense. Also, if this law survives the second problem, it will serve as a precedent for states to enact their own legislation.
The second problem is one that the, so called, Rev. Phelps himself brought up. He says that it was "blatantly violating the First Amendment." While this is an issue for the Supreme Court to rule on, I’m going to put my two cents in here. I don’t see this as restricting their right to protest, it only says where they can not do it at. They can still spout their vitriol, but they are forced to respect other people’s right to grieve. I’ve always been taught that my rights end where they intrude on someone else’s. I have the right to say anything I want to, so long as it is not harmful to others. And Phelps’ protests are definitely harmful to those suffering from the loss of a loved one. He’s just lucky that those families he has offended have been able to control themselves; of the Phelps family would have suffered a loss of their own. I know that I would have a few choice words (And body blows) to give him. No doubt that the ACLU will get involved with this one. If they do, I foresee them getting knocked down several pegs by the backlash. (And I would just love to see that!)
All in all, I see this bill as a great first step in protecting those in mourning from having to put up with the likes of Phelps. And not just fallen military members, but everyone should be protected in the same way. Its just a shame that we have to make laws like this when it should be plain old decent human behavior.
I’ll see ya’ll later.
Its called the “Respect For America’s Fallen Heroes Act”, and it bars protests within 300 feet of the entrance to a cemetery, and within 150 feet of the road leading to a cemetery, from 60 minutes prior to and following the funeral. It was approved by both houses and sent up to G-Dub for his signature on Wednesday. (And I have no doubt that he will sign it. Or he’ll get an earful from Daddy Bush.)
Now, while this Bill is a good thing, overall, there are a few problems, at least on the surface. First, the act only covers our national cemeteries. However, this isn’t as bad as it seems. Congress can only enact laws like this on federal land, not state, or private, land. So this limitation makes sense. Also, if this law survives the second problem, it will serve as a precedent for states to enact their own legislation.
The second problem is one that the, so called, Rev. Phelps himself brought up. He says that it was "blatantly violating the First Amendment." While this is an issue for the Supreme Court to rule on, I’m going to put my two cents in here. I don’t see this as restricting their right to protest, it only says where they can not do it at. They can still spout their vitriol, but they are forced to respect other people’s right to grieve. I’ve always been taught that my rights end where they intrude on someone else’s. I have the right to say anything I want to, so long as it is not harmful to others. And Phelps’ protests are definitely harmful to those suffering from the loss of a loved one. He’s just lucky that those families he has offended have been able to control themselves; of the Phelps family would have suffered a loss of their own. I know that I would have a few choice words (And body blows) to give him. No doubt that the ACLU will get involved with this one. If they do, I foresee them getting knocked down several pegs by the backlash. (And I would just love to see that!)
All in all, I see this bill as a great first step in protecting those in mourning from having to put up with the likes of Phelps. And not just fallen military members, but everyone should be protected in the same way. Its just a shame that we have to make laws like this when it should be plain old decent human behavior.
I’ll see ya’ll later.
25 May 2006
Public Service Announcement
Okay, I've been talking about my trip to Thailand for the past few days. (And probably will for a few more.) And its mostly been good stuff for the average Type "A" personality, heterosexual male. Now, before I go any further, there are some things there that you need to be aware of. Let me show you some pictures.
These are pictures (All from news sources, not my own.) from a beauty pageant that went on while I was there. It was even nationally televised. The first one is of the winner. Second of the runner-ups, and last of other contestants. So, what do you think of these girls. not too bad, right? WRONG!!!!!!! Those are all men. That's right, they are guys. And this is why I'm doing the PSA.
Some of these Katoys (Thai word for them.) are really very convincing. They appear to have all the right equipment. Hell, some of them even have even had equipment removed. (Insert a big horror film scream.) Now, not all of them are this good, not even most. But they are good enough to fool the unwary drunk.
But there is a a kind of bright side to this. Almost everyone of the Katoys are honest about what they are if you ask them, but you do have to ask them. They won't come out and tell you. And there are certain things that you can look for if you're not sure. The voice (It'll be deeper than most women), Adam's apple will show (But thee are surgeries), height (most are taller than the average Thai woman, a lot taller), the size of the hands (more "man" sized) and suprisingly strong (I saw one pick up a 240 lb guy like he was a child).
And, yes, I did meet one. He/she/it was a friend of one of the bargirls at QT and came in one night. I thought that It didn't look too bad, but something just wasn't right. You know what I mean. The bargirl saw the look of confusion on my face and asked me what was wrong. When I told her that there was something wrong with that woman over there, but I can't figure it out, she laughed and said, "Ladyboy." And then laughed even more when my jaw hit the floor. She called It over and introduced us. (I just wanted it to go away.) And I flat out asked if it was a man. It said yes. After that, it left the bar and every time I would pass by It's spot, It would call my name and wave. (By the way, this is the one I saw pick up someone.) And the night before I left, It actually came over to me on my way out and asked why I hadn't taken it home. I just had to tell It that I just wasn't interested. And It had the nerve to look hurt.
So, consider yourselves warned, and my public obligation fulfilled. Always ask if there is even the slightest doubt. Or go to one of the Go-Go bars where you can "inspect the merchandice" first. And since I don't want to leave you with a bad feeling about the place, here's aother pick of some bargirls. Real Girls.
I'll see ya'll later.
These are pictures (All from news sources, not my own.) from a beauty pageant that went on while I was there. It was even nationally televised. The first one is of the winner. Second of the runner-ups, and last of other contestants. So, what do you think of these girls. not too bad, right? WRONG!!!!!!! Those are all men. That's right, they are guys. And this is why I'm doing the PSA.Some of these Katoys (Thai word for them.) are really very convincing. They appear to have all the right equipment. Hell, some of them even have even had equipment removed. (Insert a big horror film scream.) Now, not all of them are this good, not even most. But they are good enough to fool the unwary drunk.
But there is a a kind of bright side to this. Almost everyone of the Katoys are honest about what they are if you ask them, but you do have to ask them. They won't come out and tell you. And there are certain things that you can look for if you're not sure. The voice (It'll be deeper than most women), Adam's apple will show (But thee are surgeries), height (most are taller than the average Thai woman, a lot taller), the size of the hands (more "man" sized) and suprisingly strong (I saw one pick up a 240 lb guy like he was a child).
And, yes, I did meet one. He/she/it was a friend of one of the bargirls at QT and came in one night. I thought that It didn't look too bad, but something just wasn't right. You know what I mean. The bargirl saw the look of confusion on my face and asked me what was wrong. When I told her that there was something wrong with that woman over there, but I can't figure it out, she laughed and said, "Ladyboy." And then laughed even more when my jaw hit the floor. She called It over and introduced us. (I just wanted it to go away.) And I flat out asked if it was a man. It said yes. After that, it left the bar and every time I would pass by It's spot, It would call my name and wave. (By the way, this is the one I saw pick up someone.) And the night before I left, It actually came over to me on my way out and asked why I hadn't taken it home. I just had to tell It that I just wasn't interested. And It had the nerve to look hurt.
So, consider yourselves warned, and my public obligation fulfilled. Always ask if there is even the slightest doubt. Or go to one of the Go-Go bars where you can "inspect the merchandice" first. And since I don't want to leave you with a bad feeling about the place, here's aother pick of some bargirls. Real Girls.
I'll see ya'll later.
PARTY
I was going to write about something else today, (I still will, but when I get home.) but I got these pics from Tony (Sa, the owner of QT’s, fiancée) from the night we had a party there. Yesterday, I couldn’t find any pics that showed what to expect from the open air bars. Well, thanks to Tony, I have some.
This first pic shows the bargirls, but this only about half of the ones that work there.
This first pic shows the bargirls, but this only about half of the ones that work there.
This one gives a better view of what the typical open air bar is like.
Here’s a pic of QT’s owner, Sa.
And, finally, a pic of Tony with a couple of the guys. (He's in the middle.)
I wasn’t going to write about the going away party we had there until later, but the pics got me to thinking about it. It started at around 8 PM and myself and a guy from Ft. Campbell (We’ll call him Pat) were the first ones to show. When we got there, the bar was full of Koreans from a tour group. (We knew they were all from the same group because they all had matching shirts.) After they noticed me and Pat were there, it took them all of about 3 minutes to clear the bar, all of them. Guess they didn’t want to be around the Americans. Fine by us, we didn’t want them there either.
Tony and Sa got the party catered by a guy named Bob (An American) who owns a Texas style BBQ place in Pattaya. There were tacos, burritos, ribs, chicken and all kinds of other stuff. And a lot of it. Good thing there was a lot of food to eat because a lot of alcohol was consumed that night. (It was one of only two nights that I actually got drunk there. And I was drinking a lot almost every night.) The rest of the guys that were there on the trip showed up over the next hour, or so. And the party really began.
Just about everyone was there. Officers, flight and the rest of us peons. The best thing was that it was the way the unit used to be. Rank didn’t matter. Flight or non-flight didn’t matter. It was just a bunch of friends having a good time together. (But that was over afterwards and everything went back to normal.) That night all of the other bars in the place were pretty much empty, but QTs was packed all night long. Drinks were coming faster than you could drink them. You just couldn’t keep up. Every once in a while someone would ring the bell, and more drinks would go around. (OK quick aside here, the open air bars all have a bell. And the girls will try to get the unsuspecting to ring it. What happens when you ring it is up to the owner of the bar, but it will be one of two things. Either you buy a drink for all of the bar girls, or for the whole bar. The first one is the most common. You have been warned now.)
I remarked to Pat that for some reason I really wanted some Soju. But of course, since it was Thailand and not Korea, there wasn’t any. Not five minutes after I said that, a two liter bottle of Soju was broken out. (One of the guys had brought a few combat bottles with him.) I started drinking this along with my usual Mekong and Coke. I even got some of the bargirls to try it. But none of them wanted seconds. You should have seen the looks on their faces when it hit them. Priceless.
Anyways the partying goes on till about 3 AM. Well, that’s when I decided to leave. I was talking to someone, and Pat was standing about two feet in front of me talking to one of the girls. Well, Pat gets a shot of Tequila and downs it. I don’t see this because I’m otherwise engaged, and when I’m drunk, I can only focus on one thing at a time. Well, I’m talking when I feel something warm and wet splash on my neck. Of course, I’m a little surprised and look up at Pat. When I see the look on his face, at about the same time I touch my neck, I realize what happened, and am immediately sober. I look at Pat and say “You didn’t!” He just nods his head and heads for the bathroom. The son of a bitch just puked on me! I take my shirt off and use it to clean most of it off of me and head to the bathroom to get better cleaned up. When I get back, Sa gave me a new shirt to wear. Needless to say, it was at that point that I decided to go home.
I’ll have another entry when I get home. I’ll see ya’ll later.
23 May 2006
Part II
Ok. Lunch is over. Back to my trip. Where was I? Oh yeah, I just finished up with the restaurants there. However, the one thing that Thais can not make decently is a proper cup of coffee. Not the hotel I was at, or any of the restaurants (except the Italian one) have any clue how to make coffee. Even Starbucks' coffee was bad. They just make it ENTIRELY too strong. Its so strong that you could use it to degrease engines. And no amount of doctoring can help it. That was the worst part of the whole trip, a month with out coffee. The mornings I worked (I usually was on night shift.) were pure hell because I couldn't get my java fix.
There is one thing that I want to point out about Thailand. Its 7-11s. You can't throw a rock in any direction without hitting one. As an example, Walking Street is about a half mile long, and it has three of them. These things are every where. Its amazing, really, if you compare to the US. I'm from California, we have 7-11s there. They have them in Virginia and Florida, but not in Tennessee or Kentucky. And I guess I got used to not seeing them. But they have them in Korea and Thailand. (And there must be millions of them in Thailand.) I don't think that I will ever understand.
Another interesting thing there is that most people at least speak a little bit of English. Enough to get basic meanings across. But, there is a catch. (Of course, isn't there always.) Not that they won't speak it (unlike Koreans) they will speak as well as they can, and actually like to get the chance to practice. (They are just that friendly.) Its in the pronunciation. Ok, let me show you. Here are some words and I want you to say them to yourself. (And actually listen to what you say.)
KFC (Yes, Kentucky Fried Chicken. They have those too.)
7-11 (Think of the sign.)
Botany
Geoff
Rat
Ok. I bet that you said them just as they are written. After all, that's the way its supposed to be. But if you did that to a Thai, they won't have a clue about what you're saying. Here's how they would say the same things. (In same order. By syllable. Don't know how to spell that one.)
K-epp-C
7 (That's it. They only see the # on the sign.)
Bow-ta-nay
Gepf
Lot (That's right. No R or A.)
That last one was the name of a friend of mine there. I was shown it written down, because the place was extremely loud, and when I said it the way we would, I was ignored. Then I heard another Thai call that person and say "Lot" getting a response. Sometimes it was funny, others frustrating. The first night I went out, when it was time to go home, I tried to tell a taxi where to go. So I said "Botany." The driver got this confused look, so I tried again. No luck. I went and asked one of the QT's bar girls, Nong, to tell the taxi driver where I wanted to go. She comes out and says "Bow-ta-nay." And the driver smiles and says, "OK. Bow-ta-nay." And I'm left thinking that that is just what I said.
While I didn't really do the tourist thing, there was one site one the way to work I couldn't help but see. On the side of a mountain (well, they call it a mountain, I'ld say it was only about 1500 feet high.) is a huge golden, female Buddha. Its not a statue, its like an outline drawing, on the side of the mountain. It is very impressive. I also had a day off where I went to a place called One Million Years Stone Park and Crocodile Farm. This place has petrified trees, (Didn't know they had those in Thailand.) natural rock formations, a kind of zoo and of course, crocodiles. Lots and lots of them. They even have a show. Those guys were nuts. Sticking their heads into croc mouths and stuff like that. No thank you! Not for me. You could also go and feed some crocs at one of the pools. At another spot they had these huge catfish. Their heads were easily 10 inches across, and the bodies around 3-4 feet long. (Just a guess there, the water was really murky. But they were huge.) And I only did a little bit of shopping.
When you're sitting at these open air bars, there are people going around and trying to get you to buy stuff from them. Most of the times I would just tell them (In Thai) "Meow, kop." (Pronounce as spelled.) It means No, but politely. And most of them would take it at that. Some were more persistant, and I would have to get borderline rude. (And we all know how much I like to do that.) But this one guy that was selling bracelets actually got me to buy something. He came up and I said no. I guess that as soon as I opened my mouth, he picked up that I was American. (There's mostly Europeans and very few Americans.) So he pesists and shows me one that says USA. And again I tell him no. So, he flips through his little book of bracelets and points to a yellow and black one saying Fuck Bin Laden. I laughed and just had to buy it.
The only other thing that I really wanted to do while I was there in Thailand was get a few more tattoos from Mong. I knew what the one I wanted on my back would have in it, but not how it would actually look. The picture just refused to form in my head. I wanted a dragon around a cross. But the rest was fuzzy until I was going through one of Mong's books and saw a picture of an green oriental dragon wrapped around a dagger. It was perfect, everthing just clicked. I asked Mong to change the dagger to a cross, and the style of the cross. Changed the color of the dragon from green to a deep blue and presto. Here's the finished product:
There is one thing that I want to point out about Thailand. Its 7-11s. You can't throw a rock in any direction without hitting one. As an example, Walking Street is about a half mile long, and it has three of them. These things are every where. Its amazing, really, if you compare to the US. I'm from California, we have 7-11s there. They have them in Virginia and Florida, but not in Tennessee or Kentucky. And I guess I got used to not seeing them. But they have them in Korea and Thailand. (And there must be millions of them in Thailand.) I don't think that I will ever understand.
Another interesting thing there is that most people at least speak a little bit of English. Enough to get basic meanings across. But, there is a catch. (Of course, isn't there always.) Not that they won't speak it (unlike Koreans) they will speak as well as they can, and actually like to get the chance to practice. (They are just that friendly.) Its in the pronunciation. Ok, let me show you. Here are some words and I want you to say them to yourself. (And actually listen to what you say.)
KFC (Yes, Kentucky Fried Chicken. They have those too.)
7-11 (Think of the sign.)
Botany
Geoff
Rat
Ok. I bet that you said them just as they are written. After all, that's the way its supposed to be. But if you did that to a Thai, they won't have a clue about what you're saying. Here's how they would say the same things. (In same order. By syllable. Don't know how to spell that one.)
K-epp-C
7 (That's it. They only see the # on the sign.)
Bow-ta-nay
Gepf
Lot (That's right. No R or A.)
That last one was the name of a friend of mine there. I was shown it written down, because the place was extremely loud, and when I said it the way we would, I was ignored. Then I heard another Thai call that person and say "Lot" getting a response. Sometimes it was funny, others frustrating. The first night I went out, when it was time to go home, I tried to tell a taxi where to go. So I said "Botany." The driver got this confused look, so I tried again. No luck. I went and asked one of the QT's bar girls, Nong, to tell the taxi driver where I wanted to go. She comes out and says "Bow-ta-nay." And the driver smiles and says, "OK. Bow-ta-nay." And I'm left thinking that that is just what I said.
While I didn't really do the tourist thing, there was one site one the way to work I couldn't help but see. On the side of a mountain (well, they call it a mountain, I'ld say it was only about 1500 feet high.) is a huge golden, female Buddha. Its not a statue, its like an outline drawing, on the side of the mountain. It is very impressive. I also had a day off where I went to a place called One Million Years Stone Park and Crocodile Farm. This place has petrified trees, (Didn't know they had those in Thailand.) natural rock formations, a kind of zoo and of course, crocodiles. Lots and lots of them. They even have a show. Those guys were nuts. Sticking their heads into croc mouths and stuff like that. No thank you! Not for me. You could also go and feed some crocs at one of the pools. At another spot they had these huge catfish. Their heads were easily 10 inches across, and the bodies around 3-4 feet long. (Just a guess there, the water was really murky. But they were huge.) And I only did a little bit of shopping.
When you're sitting at these open air bars, there are people going around and trying to get you to buy stuff from them. Most of the times I would just tell them (In Thai) "Meow, kop." (Pronounce as spelled.) It means No, but politely. And most of them would take it at that. Some were more persistant, and I would have to get borderline rude. (And we all know how much I like to do that.) But this one guy that was selling bracelets actually got me to buy something. He came up and I said no. I guess that as soon as I opened my mouth, he picked up that I was American. (There's mostly Europeans and very few Americans.) So he pesists and shows me one that says USA. And again I tell him no. So, he flips through his little book of bracelets and points to a yellow and black one saying Fuck Bin Laden. I laughed and just had to buy it.
The only other thing that I really wanted to do while I was there in Thailand was get a few more tattoos from Mong. I knew what the one I wanted on my back would have in it, but not how it would actually look. The picture just refused to form in my head. I wanted a dragon around a cross. But the rest was fuzzy until I was going through one of Mong's books and saw a picture of an green oriental dragon wrapped around a dagger. It was perfect, everthing just clicked. I asked Mong to change the dagger to a cross, and the style of the cross. Changed the color of the dragon from green to a deep blue and presto. Here's the finished product:
I'm very happy with the result. But, I will never get another tat on my back. That was painful. Especially over the areas where the bone is close to the skin.
The other one I got, is similar to the one above in that it has a blue oriental dragon and a yin-yang symbol. But that's all. I didn't do any alterations to it, i liked it just the way it was. Originally it was going to go on the opposite shoulder blade. But that wasn't going to happen now. So, I decided to put it on the outside of my left calf. I figured that there was plenty of meat there so there shouldn't be any more pain than what I had on my shoulders. Wrong, I forgot about right above the shin bone. Oh well. Here's that one.
All of my tattos (yeah, all 4.) have one thing in common. They all have a yin-yang in them. The first two were just different stylized yin-yangs. (#1 was horse heads, #2 two tigers and tribal around it.) And 3 out of the 4 were done by Mong. As a matter of fact , just before we went back to Thailand for this trip, Mong was about to retire, but he came out to do work on us. He made so much money off of us that he's now opening up another shop for his daughter. (From what I've seen of her work, she's pretty good too.) He was busy with us every day from about 1 PM till midnight (Sometimes much later) for a little over 3 weeks. He loves it when we come to town. He was telling us about two weeks earlier, a whole shipload of Marines and Navy were in town for a week. Out of about 2000 guys, he only did two tattoos. He called them a bunch of pussies. By comparison he did 20 guys tattoos from us. (And that's just who I can think of off of the top of my head.) And almost everyone of us went back multiple times. Simply put, he made a killing.
Well, I think that that is enough for one day. I'll probably be talking about this for the next few days at least. So, please be patient. Oh, and I'm down to the three week mark untill I leave Korea. In a way, I don't want to leave. (After all, who is going to keep Biz out of trouble. I think a month is about all he can manage on his own, and he came close as it is.) But I am ready to go home and see my kids. So, until tomorrow.
I'll see ya'll later. Oh, and I want to leave you with a picture of some bar girls.
Ain't they cute!!!!
I hate this office
Well, like I said last night, I am back. I'm glad to be back, but at the same time, I didn't want to leave. (Even though I really had to.) Anyway, I really didn't get to do too much of the tourist thing while I was there. I only had a few days where I didn't have to work, and the days that I did work averaged in at 10 hour days. But with that being said, I didn't get much sleep. I spent as much of my off time partying as possible. (After all, when am I going to get another chance to go to Thailand, and get paid for it?!) The Place I mostly went to is called Walking Street.
Its called Walking Street because from 7 PM till 2 AM it is completely blocked to vehicles. (Except for the always present scooters.) All down this street (and the adjacent roads and alleys) are Go-go clubs (Very interesting places, if I do say so myself), resteraunts and regular stores.
This is the main tourist area in Pattaya, mostly because of the above mentioned Go-go clubs. In these clubs, women dance up on stage and perform shows. (Either completely nude or, more usually, toppless.) And every girl has a button on them with a number. This number is so that if you see a girl that you're interested in, you can tell one of the servers the number and the girl will come over and talk to you. Her talking to you doesn't have to mean anything more, unless you want it to. If that's the case, then you ask about her bar fine. Basically that's how much it will cost you to be able to take her out of the place and do what ever you want to do. (Not nessisarily to have sex, but that is the usual reason.) Now, before I say more, if the girl doesn't want to go with you, she will tell you no. They have that choice. I saw quite a few tell people no.
Next are the open air bars. These places, usually about ten smaller bars in one big area, are completely staffed by women. These women will call to you, screem at you actually, to get your attention and get you to go to their bar. I'll tell you what, it can be an interesting experience. Its the closest thing to actually being a rock star that I can think of. The girls in the bar will sit there and talk to you (Admittedly to get you to spend more money.) and play games. (Connect-four, checkers, and a dice game called Shutbox are the most common.) They're really simple games, right? Don't expect to win very often (Unless the girl decides to let you.) because you will lose, regularly. The only exception is the shutbox because it relies completly on luck. And, as with most places here, the girls have a bar fine.
The place that I mostly went to is a bar called QT. The bar is owned by a great girl named Sa. We got to be fairly good friends while I was there. She would by me drinks and shots, but unfortunately, I could only get her OJ or cokes because she is pregnent right now. But, I could get her fiancee pretty drunk, and did on a few occasions. There were also a few times that I left Sa's place and the sun was comeing up. Those were rough nights. (Now, I know that you want to ask if I paid any bar fines. The answer would be no.)
And finally we get to the resteraunts, there are some pretty good ones here. And the have every type of food you can think of. I saw Russian, Mexican, Irish, Swiss, Thai (Big DUH on that one.) just about everything. And talk about fresh sea food. You get to pick what you want while its still alive. Doesn't get much fresher than that. Yes, I did have a lot of Thai food. Everyone had told me how spicy it was, and I wanted to find out for myself. I'll tell you right away though, I like spicy food, but it has to have flavor, not just turn my mouth into a cinder. Anyway, I didn't find Thai food to be all that hot. And I was eating stuff that the Thai's themselves were saying was to hot for them, with no problem.
Well, I'll have to continue this after lunch. I'll see ya'll later.
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