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...


"Those who hammer their guns into plows will plow for those who do not."
~Thomas Jefferson

“Those who trade liberty for security have neither.”
~John Adams

Free men do not ask permission to bear arms.

An armed man is a citizen. An unarmed man is a subject

Only a government that is afraid of its citizens tries to control them.
Gun control is not about guns; it's about control.

You only have the rights you are willing to fight for.

Know guns, know peace, know safety. No guns, no peace, no safety.

You don't shoot to kill; you shoot to stay alive.

Assault is a behavior, not a device.

64,999,987 firearms owners killed no one yesterday.
The Second Amendment is in place in case the politicians ignore the others.

Guns have only two enemies; rust and politicians.

When you remove the people's right to bear arms, you create slaves.

The American Revolution would never have happened with gun control.

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

Taken on 9/11 during a ceremony we held.

A lot of people ask how the food is over here. True, when I was working in Logar, we did eat MRE's, (meals ready to eat), when we were out. But even there the food at the DFAC, (dinning facility, damn, the military has a different word for everything) was pretty good. Here's a look at our weekly menu here in Kabul, yum...

Chicken Cordon Blu
Chili Beef
Sliced Potatoes
Green Peas
Mixed Vegetable

Smoked Pork
Roast Potato
Green Peas
Corn Bread

Mexican Night
Beef Tacos
Chicken Fajitas
Mexican Rice
Refried Beans
Mexican Corn

Carving Night
Smoked Turkey
Mashed Potatoes
Cornbread Stuffing
Collard Greens
Black Eye Peas

BBQ Night
BBQ Chicken
French Fries
BBQ Beans
Cheese Pasta

Grill Day
Chicken Breasts
Tenderloin Steaks
Baked Potato
Mixed Vegetable

Southern Fried Chicken
Pinto Beans
Turnip Greens
Potato Cakes
So thats it, very tasty and variety too. Also Friday, which is the Afghan's day of rest is our brunch day. Standard brunch menu at 10:00. Bon Appetit....

For you Mr. Shibley. You can't teach it....

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…

I swear!!!

My team

The crack logistics team asembled before you is my crew. From right to left,( as is the Afghan custom) is Sameer, Matiullah, Abdul Jon, Mah Afzul, Mr Steve and Allen. Good guys to work with and they get things done.