A little about me:
Yes ladies I am married, so I am not here looking for the love of my life. I am however looking for great friends. I LOVE to flirt, so please don't think that I am trying to get in your pants. I just truly love to flirt. I am in college, and am working on my biology degree. I plan on going on to graduate school and become a wildlife biologist. I want to study the American prong horned antelope. I served twice in Iraq, and I have my issues. If you only have time for me long enough to ask me for bling/fubucks find some other sucker. My true friends know that when I have the money to swing it you pretty much get bling from me. Please hit me up.
I LOVE TO HUNT!!! I LOVE TO BOWHUNT!!! IF YOU DON"T LIKE IT STICK IT UP YOUR ASS!! Tired of all this save the wolves bullshit. They are saved. Do your homework, become educated, and learn about population ecology.
I am a disabled vet. I did two tours in Iraq as an infantryman, and when I returned apparently the old me was left behind, and a not quite so likable new me came back to teh states. Yes I have PTSD. And yes I got blown up and have a head injury. Do I regret it? No. I would do it again. I am a patriot.
If anyone could help , there is an organization in honor of PFC Nicholas Madaras, a fallen comrade of mine. They collect and distribute soccer balls for the children of iraq.
http://www.kickfornick.org/
Nick Madaras was raised for a majority of his life in a little town called Wilton, Connecticut. From an early age Nick took a liking for athletics, trying his hand in every imaginable sport. One sport in particular really seemed to be a perfect fit for Nick, soccer. Nick dedicated himself to the sport of soccer; going to summer camps, coaching his younger brother Christopher in the recreation league, and sharpening his skills in the off season with his friends on a local team and playing in the backyard with his sister Marie. Nick’s work ethic and dedication to the team was something we all strive for, but rarely achieve.
Nick took that work ethic and dedication into the Army with him when he left for basic training in July of 2005. After basic, AIT, and airborne school he was sent to Ft. Carson and prepared for deployment to Iraq.
The war itself at times confused Nick, the way is confuses many others. He believed in what he was doing, and truly wanted to help the people of Iraq. Nick particularly was fond of the Iraqi children. He would see them kicking bags of rocks around the streets trying to play soccer and realized these kids are no different than him. When he was home on leave in July 2006, he rounded up as many balls as he could to bring back to the children of Iraq. Nick figured if a war that had raged on for more than thirty years in the Ivory Coast could be stopped because of soccer, why couldn’t one be ended in Iraq?
Nick was killed in action by an IED on September 3rd of 2006 at the age of 19. The men in his unit and all of us back home were completely devastated and continue to mourn to this day. Our way to get back at the men who did this, however, won’t be a course of hatred and rage. Instead we are spreading Nick’s love of soccer and his dedication to the children of Iraq by sending to Iraq soccer balls to be distributed to the children of Iraq directly by our soldiers in the field. We are all fulfilling Nick’s dream by collecting and distributing these balls. Nick’s Comrades in Arms have told us that when the times get really rough over there and they’re searching for a reason for all of the madness, they can hand a ball to one of the children and look at their eyes glow with happiness, remember Nick, and realize that yes, it is worth it.
A little about my military career:
I joined only to shoot terrorists. I joined the day after the world trade center was destroyed. I felt it was my responsibility to get back at those who hurt us. I joined the infantry because I knew I would probably see combat. I went to Iraq twice. I have had dealings with more than my fair share of al-queda in Iraq operatives and their supporters. I have seen more than my fair share of hurt comrades, and innocent children who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I have survived more than my share of IED's, mortar, RPG, and AK-47 fire. I still live with Iraq everyday. I used to ashamed that I had nightmares everynight, and that I couldn't be around ppl, or that was angry at the world. I have a severe brain injury, and i am lucky if i remember to pay the bills. My frontal lobe on teh right side was caved in. But would I do it again? You are damned right I would. I love my country, and I was proud to wear that uniform. I did my part to get back at those who got us. Now I am not going to argue the whole U.S. Iraq thing. I know what i know. In my eyes everyone should have to serve. This month is a bad month for me. A soldier that I trained died sept. 3rd 2006. He was blown up in a Humvee by an IED. Granted no amount of training I could have given him would have stopped it, it still eats at me. I still shed a tear for those who died in New York, the pentagon, and in PA.
It’s The Veteran
Backbone of liberty; fighting to keep us free,
Sacrifice homeland safety; battles fought abroad.
First Veterans; founding fathers,
Gave to us our freedom’s liberty.
‘Twas not the preacher, campus organizer,
Who fought for religions free . . . free assembly.
Veterans fought for your assembly, worship free.
It was not the lawyer, politician,
Who gave your right to vote . . . trials fair.
Veterans fought for your voice, equal treatment.
Nor was it the poet, reporter,
That fought for free press . . . free speech.
Veterans fight for unbiased news, talk. . . fear free.
Saluting the flag under which he serves,
Veteran’s foundation sacrifice.
Freedom mortared by brave blood spilt . . .
Maintains our liberty rights.
Baghdad Tears
On an Iraqi street in Baghdad,
A soldier mourns as he kneels,
Beside his fallen American comrade.
Tears shed for one who died,
Sacrificed to free oppressed,
For Iraqi newborn freedom.
American modern minuteman,
On foreign soil to teach,
Sacrifices for liberty.
American in Iraq mourns,
On a dusty Baghdad street.
A little Iraqi girl... wipes away his tears.
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY THE MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARD OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER
WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THAT NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME
THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND SOON DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."
ONE LOOK AT MAY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
