Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Steve asked me to upload this here for him.
It is a beautiful, patriotic slide show set to my dad singing The National Anthem. A friend of my parent's put it together and it makes me smile.
For those of you that don't know my dad...he is the biggest baseball fanatic and I think his favorite professional accomplishment is probably having his recording of The National Anthem inducted into The Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY.
It's really cool...we actually got to go see it hanging in the museum!
Friday, October 9, 2009
So, in honor of fashion, I bring you….
The Fall Line, Afghanistan 2009
In the first shot Steve is sporting the Blackhawk Warrior Wear Desert Ops Boots, Vertx Tactical Pants, Wilderness Tactical belt, Vertx Action Polo, the Suunto Advisor and two handmade parachute cord wrist bands Stevieb.
The next shot features Steve in the Vertx pants, but with the Ultra Club, Cool and Dry Polo, adorned with the logo of and made famous by WPD SWAT. He’s also carrying the Bushmaster M-4 with the Eotech Holographic sights and the Inforce 6V LED light system,(from Inova) using their MIL-STD-1913 mount.
In the last shot, (from an earlier post), Steve’s stylin in the traditional Afghan pakul, perahan tuban and the dastmal. (read as hat, man-jams and blanket). He’s also sporting an AKMS , borrowed from the local Taliban.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Saturday the ceremony was repeated, but none on Sunday. On the last day, Monday, the holiday culminated with a ceremony of putting crushed flowers on the forehead, during which prayers of long life and happiness are spoken by the leader. They let us participate, which was an honor. Then three goats were lined up and three strokes later they were preparing kabobs.
Video available upon request when I get home.
Monday, September 21, 2009
I started this post after someone emailed me a story about Senate Bill SB-2099, which would require us to put on our 2010 1040 federal tax Form all guns that you have or own. It may require fingerprints and a tax of $50 per gun. Checked it out and it's false, but I'll post something a friend emailed anyway...
FIREARMS REFRESHER COURSE
"Those who hammer their guns into plows will plow for those who do not."
“Those who trade liberty for security have neither.”
Only a government that is afraid of its citizens tries to control them.
You only have the rights you are willing to fight for.
Guns have only two enemies; rust and politicians.
When you remove the people's right to bear arms, you create slaves.
Friday, September 18, 2009
This is just a little kid, enjoying a frozen pop and a picture of me trying a hookah pipe. Apple, I think.
Living in the conex, like we do in our little neighborhood, is like living in a trailer park. Except ours are stacked and made of steel. I just hope they can take a hit, just in case. Activity has picked up again since the election results are out. Seems half the population here is not happy with the President. Kinda like back home, I guess. Just that we’re more civilized about the actions of our politicians. Or in-action. Whatever, it’s not polite to talk about religion, politics or money at dinner, right?
Anyway, I used to live in a mobile home back when I was in the Army…uh oh, it’s that time again…wavy lines…smoke…flashback….
It was 1980 or 81 and we were living in trailer park outside Ft. Bragg, I think it was on Yadkin Rd. Me, Dave and my sister, (that’s another story, and not mine to tell), shared a two bedroom bungalow in beautiful Fayetteville, NC. One night we were relaxing watching TV, and I think I was polishing my boots, like a good paratrooper does. Through the window over the television we saw the explosion at the same time that we heard it. Dave and I rushed out of the trailer to find the one next to ours in flames. We rushed to their door to make sure everyone was out and about the time we confirmed it was clear, we heard a car racing towards us. Then the sound of pop, pop, pop. As the car raced past, we saw the muzzle flashes coming from inside the car and we yelled for my sister to get down, because the homes were close together and the shots seemed to be wild. I picked up a stick and ran after the car,(what was I thinking), Dave went to check on my sister. The car took off and after making sure everyone was ok, we started spraying our trailer with the hose till the fire guys got there. We found several holes that went through our kitchen and one that went right over the pillow on my bed. Ended up creasing my helmet liner. We later learned that it was a custody dispute and the estranged father had thrown a Molotov cocktail through his family’s front window, then drove back by, firing numerous rounds from a .22 cal rifle. He then drove north to the Washington DC area, checked into a hotel and ended it with that same rifle. My sister moved back home and Dave and I moved back to the barracks.
Anyway, I hope this box I’m in can take a hit.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Chicken Cordon Blu
Black Eye Peas
Southern Fried Chicken
Monday, September 7, 2009
I am a Private Contractor…I look out for myself, the operators to my left and to my right and no one else.
I will always take advantage of the fact that I can finally tell military officers to pound sand and will do so at every opportunity…
I care not for ribbons and awards for valor. I do this job for the opportunity to kill enemies of my country, and to finally get that boat I’ve always wanted…
I will be in better shape than most of the active duty personnel, although this is not hard…
I will equip myself with the latest high speed gear, and will trick out my M4 until it weighs more than 24 pounds, not because it works better, but because it looks cool in pictures…
I will carry more weapons, ammunition, and implementations of death on my person, than an infantry fire team, and when I engage I will lay waste to everything around me…
In a combat zone, I will always locate the weight room, beer and swimming pool, because I can…
I will deploy on my terms and if it ever gets stupid,
I will find another company that pays me more…
Monday, August 31, 2009
I would say former team but I believe that once you’re SWAT, you’re always SWAT. Good job guys.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
It was great being home, well when I say home, the US, because of my cross country tour, twice, numerous times, various parties and little sleep. It was nice and I wouldn’t have changed a thing. Maybe staying longer. Tick tock though. Its ticking and if you keep busy it flies, right?
Sunday, August 16, 2009
I got a ride from our security guys last Tuesday morning at about 6:00 am to the airport. Boarded the local aircraft for the two and a half hour ride to Dubai. After clearing customs and immigration I had to decide what to do for the next fourteen hours. If I took the advice of some of my co-workers and took a cab to explore Dubai, I would have to lug two back packs, (carry-on’s) for the day. Plus I would have to stay away until about two hours before the flight. Anyway, I opted to stay and explore the Dubai International Airport. Did some shopping, had a beer or two the Irish Pub, watched a couple movies and took a nap. There’s a Hotel in the Airport that offers rooms by the hour, not what you think, its for weary travelers to freshen up. There’s also a spa that offers amenities which I used. For $16.00 you can use a private room that has a shower and steam room. It was a nice way to freshen up before the transcontinental flight. Around midnight Tuesday, we boarded and settled in. I had gone for the economy plus upgrade and it was worth it. A little more leg room and a little better service. After two meals, 5 movies and a couple naps we arrived in DC at about 6:30am Wednesday. It was nice to be back in the US and I grabbed a USA Today and a Dunkin Donuts Coffee. Ah.. Americana. Got on the next plane for the four and half hour ride to LA. The family was already out there, enjoying the sunshine on the left coast. Forty hours after leaving my room, I arrived in Los Angeles.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Actually, it was one of the workers putting blocks under my bed to raise it up, for more storage options. (Wonder what he thought when he saw the flash).
Thursday, July 30, 2009
I also got moved to new living quarters. These metal boxes, conex’s, are generally used for storage. Somewhere, someone came up with the idea of making them into rooms. Mine’s on the second level and it’s actually pretty nice. It’s about 8’ x 16’ with a bathroom and AC. All the comforts of home, minus the kids and my beautiful wife.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Had to go back to Logar last week to train my replacement. Basically, like camping out for a week. Then caught a flight back to the city, where I’m assigned right now. I go to various Police Departments, meet with the Chief’s, (each PD has its own Chief or General), and go over the basics. I’m working with another New Englander, a guy from Maine, which is rare because northerners are the minority here.
I’ll miss some things about Logar like being away from the flagpole, the clean air, it stinks in the city, and clear nights when you could see millions of stars. Thing is, when you’re on a FOB its you and one other guy and the Military, which I don’t mind. But here, you’re with Cops, and after being one for 20 plus years, it’s comforting.
So, I’ll say so long to Logar, thanks for the memories. Not goodbye, because you never know…
Friday, July 17, 2009
Several thoughts on this; I’m not sure what kind of training the military gives its guys to acclimated them to the culture of the countries that they may be occupying, but a lot of places in this region of the world don’t have the same views as Americans do as far as personal space goes. It doesn’t mean that much to them. Maybe the Sgt was an FNG to the Stan, didn’t look like it though. As far as the English thing goes, well, do I really need to say that this dumbass is not in Kansas anymore.
It’s people like this moron that are the reason why the US is having such a hard time accomplishing anything over here. It’s the general attitude of a lot of the military. I’ve said it before and I’ll repeat it, (it’ll be on the test), we are here to mentor and help in the Afghan’s fight against the Taliban. If this nitwit is treating the people that work on our bases like that, you can imagine how he treats the local villagers.
If the Officers here don’t know how their troops are acting, they need to open their eyes. If they do know, they better wake up and smell the Chai, before it’s too late.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
We left there and drove to a place called Moncton. Checked their claim to fame, the Chocolate River, and Hopewell Rocks, then dinner at a little Mexican restaurant where we learned of the passing of the late great MJ.