[slflyinghorse]

 

christmas started off with a bang for us, Literally!!
while, during, mandatory enmasse formation next to theGym, to fill it to capacity for our Patching In ceremony for all unit members, some bozo tossed a grenadeSimunition.   "BANG!!",

funny thing is, just before it went off, I knew it was there, and then I felt at peace.
Hope that my Radar is a bit faster next time, with more leeway for me to take cover & warn others, and, if not.
oh well.  Cos I like the peace part, it fits some dreams and circumstances for me, that I've had.

Just a few days ago I did my 4th?, or 3rd patrol with the Squad, and you may wonder, how in the hell does a Soldier forget such things in middle of a WarZone, with potential for his unit to be attacked by insurgents, etc at any moment and with him being Awake, Alert and Always swiveling head back n forth,

Not unlike, my first TN/SM gathering, at least I was swiveling my head back and forth in a much smaller Sector watching Boobage!!, Breastage and wandering just how many drinks Y'all were gonna have that night-and, I don't drool as much on patrol!! 
anyway.

... head back n forth, you'd think said Soldier would remember everything that happens, but, this place is so boring sometimes and the streets we drive are the same, full of same people, same clothes on, same tired faces, same junker cars wheeling, sputtering and being pushed through traffic, that honestly-this shit's Old!!

You'd 'forget too'

So, we were patrolling, and I'd squeezed my sorry fat ass into back of theHumvee patrol vehicle. Didn't bother to seatbelt in, because I can't!! I'm too big, our bodyArmor is too bulky and add to that the 3-4 packs or smaller pouches of items we fasten to that armorCarrier and voila!! - theSam!! is much bigger than he normally is-and heavier.

I say that us Soldiers are fit, cos we exercise everyday rain or shine, except for today a Holiday!! but for some of us, that fitness comes with a price. My knees, ankles, shoulders and back are aching constantly.
But boy can I do pushups!! and you should see me run, yet I'm slowest man in company.

 
you should hear the banter and abuse we hurl around, yes we... cos I give shit and I get shit too.
"hurry up Bitch!!, move your sorry ass" theSgt screams at me while the formation is 200, then 300 and counting!!.. meters ahead of me and sprinting,

I speed up, 5mph to 6mph and move up lessening the gap between us, but theGulf is already fixed, I couldn't close that divide with all the vitamin cocktail / adrenaline shots in Doc's war bag if I wanted to.

I slow down, soon, a mass of dark shadows comes peeling back at me, they're IndianRunning. Forming a line and the last man sprints to the front & so on, They run back to me and U-turn around behind me,

I feel hard eyes upon me, hear hard breathing behind me and soft footsteps unlike my ankles wrapped over muddy footwear SLAP!!-ing the pavement,
"move up dick!!, hurry up!!"

I'm gonna punch his mouth next time I see him, I say to myself, cos one squad member, in talking shit about sex and stuff, was having fun butchering my name Flyinghorse and came up with horseDick,
"show us your penis!!" he chanted, soon, THEY were chanting that outside my chu / camp housing unit / a mini Conex box it is,

I shut the door and locked it and finished changing that morning, the sex abuse.. as it were, hasn't stopped since.
 
army life. ya' gotta love it!!

oh yeah... and about that one running day,
theSquad stopped ahead of me to Calisthenically kill themselves and I ran past them, knowing they'd catch up to me anyway, I hooked up 1/4mile down the road with a lone female armySoldier and ran with her. Later on I was shocked to see how shocked everyone else was when they told others how I was running and talking & Laughing with a female!!

 
at least no one, but her, saw my head swiveling back n forth, drooling!!

lovs,
theSam!!