How to Prepare for Deployment in Iraq
Number 21: Keep a roll of toilet paper on your night stand and bring it to the bathroom with you. And bring your gun and a flashlight...
Number 30: While traveling down roads in your car, stop at each overpass and culvert and inspect them for remotely detonated explosives before proceeding...(Continued)
This is me in the sandbox.
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My version of the General Lee, camouflaged and on steroids. (more photos)
Manning a .50 cal on one of our company's gun trucks before heading out to a range. (more photos)
Entry # 78: January 21, 2007
Mainz, Germany
You learn something new every day. I learned something very interesting and quite unsettling today. I am allergic to mint.
For some (perhaps many) of you, that probably comes as no surprise. I know you’re thinking to yourselves “So that’s why his breath is always so awful” and my ex-girlfriends finally have a valid reason for our break-ups—“When we kissed, his technique was sublime, but there was that thing.” Well, I discovered that thing. That thing is mint.
Ok, so perhaps I was a bit harsh on myself. It’s not mint per se that I am allergic to, but rather the fresh pressed, right off the plant mint. I’ve been using Listerine my entire post-pubescent life with no consequences and that is about as minty as it gets. Tonight, I had a great conversation with my parents. We talk often, but tonight seemed to be an especially fruitful conversation. Therefore I did the logical thing. Hearing their lovely Southern voices reminded me of fried okra, hot wings, and mint juleps. I didn’t have the first two, but I did have the ingredients of the last one...(Continued)
“Southerners can’t stand to eat alone. If we’re going to cook a mess of greens, we want to eat them with a mess of people.”