Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Semper Fi Oo'rah Devil Dog

I got this from a Marine from my class a couple weeks back, but it still cracks me up. I heard that this video was done by a bunch of Navy pilots.

Another Awkward Barracks Moment

DEATHCORE Aggression (2007.12.11) 002

Song of the Moment: "That Smell" by Lynyrd Skynyrd

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Today's Lack of Humility

DEATHCORE Aggression (2007.12.11) 001

Uh, I'm currently experimenting with Moleskin notebooks (those expensive little notebooks used by people with the names of Hemingway, Picasso, etc.) and my scanner to try to get myself interested in blogging again. Bear with me for the time being.

Saturday, May 05, 2007


It’s 0600 and I’m sitting in an early-morning CIB (Commander’s In-Briefing) about sexual assault. I was focusing on keeping my eyes open when I’m approached by my platoon sergeant, who whispers to me that he wants to see me during lunch. Rowe, a buddy of mine, figured I had fallen asleep during the briefing and that the meeting would equal pushups. I had no other idea for why the platoon sergeant would need to see me in his office, so I wasn’t about to argue with him.

After waiting in line outside his office, the platoon calls me in, telling me to shut the door. I was almost certain that pushups were imminent at this point until he tells me the reason for meeting, being complaints filed by my roommate. The sergeant summed it up by saying I wasn’t a “nice roommate” and then started pretty much making fun of my roommate for a couple minutes. I gave the sergeant no BS, stating that my roommate’s behavior gives me no reason to go out of my way to be a “nice roommate,” and yet hasn’t given me enough cause to go out of my way to be a total “shit-bag of a roommate.” My platoon sergeant stated he believed I wasn’t the kind of guy that actively seeks to piss people off and decided that moving my roommate as the best course of action. I guess my roommate’s plan backfired on him.

Ok, I’ll admit, I’ve had my clashes with roommates in the past. I’m not the easiest guy to live with if you leave the living space a trashy mess, but other than that, I leave people alone. If you go complaining to some sort authority, have better reasons for doing so other than the scowl on my face unsettling you. I figure I must look pissed normally, but I think that comes with the territory of having an ugly mug. This is the military, bitching won’t be taken seriously unless you’ve got some serious reasons to do so.
Song of the Moment: “Holier Than Though” by Metallica

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

The Outlaw Torn

This may sound somewhat like a post made earlier but I’m compelled to comment further. It’s been more than a half a year since I’ve come to Monterey and I’ve yet to find someone I can comfortably call a friend without immediately having my mind casting doubts on whether that person is indeed a “friend.” This is burning me out. I don’t have the time to take leave from my duties to spend time with those I can trust.

Regulations around here don’t seem to help either. Their current setup makes it difficult to socialize after work with the people worth getting to know, the ones who’ve been there, done that. I’m left with the younger crowd, who for the most part aren’t worth a damn. Next greatest generation my ass.

Maybe I’m placing all the blame on others to avoid taking a look at myself. It’s a common fault committed by most of us. Perhaps years of living on my own have left me hesitant to get close to others through countless disappointments? Maybe I’m socially inadequate? Maybe I’m wasting time asking to many questions?
“I’m afraid to get close to people, ‘cause I don’t know how to do it. I don’t know how you’re supposed to do it.”
Movie of the Moment: Metallica: Some Kind of Monster starring Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield, Rob Trujillo, and Lars Ulrich.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Speeding, Cops, and Trees

I driving back to the barracks after going out to get caffeinated fuel after Tuesday night’s study hall when I saw police lights go on in my rear-view mirror. I stopped the car and waited for the officer to approach my window, wondering how much the ticket was going to cost. To my surprise, the police officer that came up to my car was the same officer that came last Thursday to write up an accident report when that tree hit me. I was trying my best not to laugh when the officer mentions that he remembers me from somewhere. I answered with: “Does your memory involve a tree?” The guy smiles and lets me off, letting me know that I was going 11 over in a 20 mph zone, which would’ve been over $200 easy. I’m trying to determine if my luck is incredibly good, or incredibly bad.
Song of the Moment: “The Memory Remains” by Metallica

Saturday, April 14, 2007

I Got Hit by a Tree…

The tree that tried to kill meTimber! Hmm… maybe I better start from the beginning. I was walking up to the PX last Thursday, navel-gazing after a rather rough exam day along the way. The thought of grades and having to buy, shave, and shape new berets kept me from paying attention to the sound of cracking wood about five feet away. In fact, it took an Airman, who was well into his beers, yelling “Oh shit!” to bring my attention to a 25 ft. tall tree, about 5 ft. away, falling in my direction. I instantly started running up hill, the only direction I could run in an attempt to avoid the pine tree. I managed to get out from under the trunk but felt something blunt hit me across the back of the head. The force of the blow from a branch (which I'm told was the thickness of a leg) forced me to stagger and fall to a knee. I began wondering if my Army life insurance would cover something like this when I heard the footsteps of two Airmen, with beers in hand, run down, asking if I was alright. I was going to be damned if I was going to let some Air Force monkeys help me, so I stood up, thanked them for their concern, and went on my way.

I got the berets I needed and was paying for them at the register when the thought that it might be a good idea to tell the manager ringing me up that there was a decent-sized tree obstructing the walk way up to the store. I told her about the fallen tree and she was skeptical in asking how I knew. I replied that it kind of fell on me and got to stay for the police so that I could explain what happened as a thanks for informing them. At first the officer was also skeptical until I showed him the tree, the pieces of bark stuck in the back of my head, and one of the Airmen who saw the damned thing come down. The officer insisted I go with the ambulance up to the civilian hospital to get checked out. I got out around 8 PM after an hour or two of waiting to be told I was alright. I came out with a couple cuts and bruises to the back of the head. Two weeks ago some guy in nearby Pacific Grove died when a pine tree fell on him. I guess I’m lucky, but forgive me when I laugh hysterically about my experience.
Song of the Moment: “King Nothing” by Metallica

Monday, March 05, 2007

Preparing for Glory!

Recommended Viewing: 300 Trailer


This movie seems destined to blow my mind. If you don’t know, the upcoming movie 300 is an adaptation of the Frank Miller’s graphic novel inspired by the battle of Thermopylae. It was written thousands of years ago by the historian Herodotus that it was there 300 Spartans made a stand against two million Persians. It’s arguable that because of the battle the ideals of democracy and freedom were allowed to stay alive rather die soon after their inception. So yeah, the movie might not be so “historically accurate,” but how many “historical epics” are? It’s been a while since I’ve eagerly awaited a movie with this much anticipation.
“Good. Then we’ll have our battle in the shade.”
Movie of the Moment: 300

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Modern Army Combatives

Modern Army Combatives“Would you recommend this course to others?” I stopped. I didn’t know how to answer this question on the post-course survey that was sitting on the desk in front of me. I mean, seriously, how many people do you know that would be willing to be punched in a face by a drill sergeant several times over a four-hour period?

No, the point of this class was not allowing my former drill sergeant the chance to legally deck me in the face while I was not allowed to strike back or go for take downs, being limited to trying to lock a standing clinch that would limit the damage your opponent to deal out. The purpose of the course was to teach us methods so that we could effectively train other soldiers in hand-to-hand ground combat. We trained for about 40 hours give or take over the span of five days. Back in high school, three hours a day of practice was grueling enough. Could you imagine five eight hour days of grappling?

As I look back, the class was pretty fun. I got to throw down with some good soldiers (and people) incidentally, who didn’t let their egos or ranks get in the way of things. Hell, on the last day we were allowed to throw strikes while rolling on the ground, which changed everything. I’m still unsure on whether I could feel good about suggesting that class to others, even if they were other soldiers. How many people do you know that would volunteer to take the same training without hesitation? I myself knew very little about the training when I volunteered, only discovering the true nature of the class on the first day, and I had second thoughts. I could’ve instead been doing four-hour BS work details on those days instead. In the end, I realize that it was probably for the best that I went through this and it was a good experience.
Song of the Moment: “Some Kind of Monster” by Metallica