The air is “RED” here in Kuwait today, so it doesn’t look like we’re going on any training runs. It’s just as well, I’m dragging ass today and the $5.50 “venti white-chocolate mocha + extra espresso shot” didn’t do shit to wake me up. And yes, I do find it hilarious that there is a Starbucks coffee in the center of the old “staging bases” from the beginning of the war. Virginia, Udari and Ali Al Salam AB are the ones I’ve seen again so far.
As painted by the SeaBees - well done.
Their bags are packed - standing at the doorway of the trip home.
Pushing Joe home.
Stick to the Kenyan coffee for maximum crank!
That’s not a Starbucks it’s a BTARBUCKS.
or it could be WARBUCKS…
*squints hard to see if one of the packed-to-go-home packs looks familiar* sigh…not this run but soon…
yesterday i saw Keith, the “little boy” who claimed you as HIS soldier 7 years ago…at age 13 he says “hey” and “keep your damn head down”…still claiming you as the soldier who has deployed three times to help keep him safe…
i love you
“My thoughts drift back to erect nipple wet dreams about Mary Jane Rottencrotch and the Great Homecoming Fuck Fantasy. I am so happy that I am alive, in one piece and short. I’m in a world of shit… yes. But I am alive. And I am not afraid.”
” Whose the leader of the club that’s made for you and me? M-I-C, K-E-Y, M-O-U-S-E! ”
Hey, just cuz they let you go doesn’t mean the blog has to die right? Right!?