march 4th 2002

'the days go on and so do i.

busy day today. always busy, busy.

lots of bullshit. but thats the norm.

normal.

my normal.

i miss it. bad. badly.

Marines think they're such men.

such goddamn exemplary specimens.

it ain't the case.

but nothing ever is. nothing.

and now, right now as i stand my five hour post aboard the uss pearl harbor. as i look over the port-side gunnel, and there's the .50 cal suspended over the persian gulf, and i know, i really do know this because i heard the ruckus where the zeroes smoke their stogies and muse von clausewitz...

we are fucking Afghanistan's world up.

just now.

RIGHT NOW!

a warthog's 25mm is streaming white and orange. it must be cool. real fucking cool man.

but some other Marines are already there:  1st Battalion/1st Marines ;"first on foot, right of the line."

in the shit. 

just like me, but different.'

amazing how some things change, and others...well, they don't.

(2009)