SpunOutWarrior's blog: "Method Of My DEmise"

OK.......so I lied.......I'm not very laid back......I'm pretty much ur typical combat Marine vet......some days half shot out....a few fully.......sprinkled with a few ...a very few....of good ones. I don't like crowds, I hate loud sudden noises cause of the instinctive reactions i exhibit that can be pretty friggin' embarrassing....I have a love/hate relationship with my beloved Corps....I LOVE my brothers dat I fought,bleed,ate,cried,laughed with.....I HATE the beauracratic bullshit that the chains of command are imbedded with. I'm a Warrior,first and foremost...always will be.....not saying that cause I'm billy bad-ass, I'm not....what I am is FIERCELY loyal....if I'm with you, I'm WITH YOU.....all the way. I know what its like to take another life, I know that surreal experience of the first firefight one finds themselves in....ur heart feels like its gonna come bursting out thru the fire-resistant undershirt,the blouse, the body armor and ur web gear.....you feel ur guts go liquidy n ur bladder has a moment and you feel that ur living the last few moments of ur life...then the heart of the Warrior takes hold and the muscle memory kicks in....you rise over the low block wall ur covering behind with ur 4-man fire team , all as one as the roar of the M-60 machine guns lays down a suppressing fire as you bring the front sight post of ur M-4  toward the point of contact. The 60's hold fire after a good 4 or 5 10 round bursts.....you n ur Marines have the fields of fire and and the kill boxes are there....ready for the haji that wants to reveal himself and dare to try to fuck with ur brothers....shadowy movement n then the enemy is coming round his cover position to put rounds on you n ur Marines....a short,shallow inhale as you hold target just above n to the right of his turbined cranium, squeeze the trigger,don't yank...you send the 1st of many well-placed ,well-aimed shots of 5.56 ball round 80 yds down range,into the flesh, thru the muscle and into the vital organs of the bastard whose mission it is to kill you n everything you stand for.....so thats how I got my cherry popped.....

   All along it was a matter of WHEN...not IF one of the 4 Marines under me in Fire-Team 2,1st Squad,2nd Platoon, Fox Company,3rd Battalion,7th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division, Fleet Marine Force....had his candle snuffed....I KNEW I wouldn't take it well either cause like I said, when I'm with you,I'm WITH you....ALL THE WAY....and as a result of me being me, I bunked with, ate the shitty food, read the letters from the angels of our nightmares who were suffering in their own way at home,laughed with them as they laughed at ME cause I'm jus so fuggin' GOOFY sometimes, sweated with, shared porn with,.......I have never nor probably WILL eva share the kind of bonds that I had with those assholes.....K....mo lata, Dear Reader...PEACE>>>JEFF