Monday, September 12, 2011


Commonly used to describe the mouth.

I found this on a 'glossary of military terms' website.

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

It's been a while...sorry internet, I was out wielding the sword for the republic. Now back to the wonderful world of higher education.

So, it's been a while...

Since the last time I blogged on here, I have gone to Afghanistan, come home and went back to my favorite place for higher learning: Western Connecticut State University. I gotta say, coming back I was expecting major hiccups with the registration/reintegration into college life process. It's more streamlined and the faculty/staff seems better prepared to help veterans along.

I met some of the Veterans in the Student/Veteran center on Midtown campus, they all seem pretty cool, albeit the occasional asshat. I almost flipped my shit on this older lady today in the center. I walked into the center at 8:15 this morning and was confronted with a rather Patton-ish order..."SIGN THE CARD". Apparently we were signing a card for the Danbury women's group who funds the center. Ok, got it, you have to give thanks to those who provide us this wonderful hang out. I get it. Just ask.

So I go to class, which was actually rather interesting, as I thought it was going to be a hum-drum sleeper. Then, I come back to the vet center and realize I left my water bottle and ID in the room. So, I knock on the door. I hear a voice in a loud and condescending tone: "WHERE'S YOUR ID", I explained that I left it in the room. It was the same woman. She laughed in the same condescending tone.

I then asked my former Marine buddy hanging out in the room, "Who the f*ck is that?" He replied that he didn't know who it was. About an hour later, a few vets came into the room. She promptly left the room shortly after. I asked again who she was. One of the guys said "Oh thats *******." I asked about her background, because honestly, she was so old I thought she worked at Westconn. She was a student and former Coast Guard as it turned out. "COAST GUARD?!" I replied, "Oh it's on like Donkey Kong next time she crosses my path."

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

I'm on my way back to 'the shit', one Army Warrior Task at a time.

Trying to stay motivated over here. It's hard since 1st Army seems to stick it in our collective butts every chance it gets. We've got this thing called a training matrix, and this matrix is everywhere and all around us. It also changes more than a cash register at 7-11. We've been smashing 60 days worth of training into 30 days, like smashing, literally smashing 60 pounds of shit into a 30 pound bag. Well, needless to say, we're covered in poo.

I just packed my rucksack for the big trip out to the make believe FOB, where we have to follow charlie to candy mountain, where, hopefully our kidneys don't get stolen and sold on the black market. On the up side, we've got CQM tomorrow.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Back on Active Duty

Okay, I took a hiatus for a while, but since last time, a lot of things have happened.

I'm still disgruntled with WCSU AKA WASTECONN.

I'm back on active duty. Fort Hamilton, New York.
Yep, that's right, I'm back in the suck. I love how much it sucks.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

New year, new title, and some new rants.

So I'm changing my title. New school year, new stuff. Let me know what you think of this new look.

So as many of you know, I have officially changed my major to Poli Sci. Yeah, my biggest complaint is that my major is full of conspiracy theorists. I wanted to choke this kid out in class but my professor assured me that it would result in loss of class participation points. He thinks that the government is being run by corporations which, in some case in the abstract, that probably is somewhat true. Government is business and business is money and money is what makes the world go round so you really can't get away from it. We're now going to refer to my friend in class as "Ivan" because of his heathen communist ideals. I'm sure I'll be writing about Ivan more this semester.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Another Blog you should take a look at.

My buddy Don the racecar driver has a Blog called "Getting It Right". I frequent this Blog because I like what he has to say. Check him out at

his racing site is

Monday, April 17, 2006

So you're probably going to jail.

First off, let me just say that I updated a few little things here and there on the site itself. So feel free to poke around.

Now, on to the real topic at hand. I really haven't been paying attention to this lately but it just so happened to catch my eye. The Duke Lacrosse Rape case. I'm fairly sure they are going to be sending some young boys to jail for this one. Seems they cornered this girl in a bathroom and one thing led to another...

wham, gang bang. Unfortunately it was without her concent.

(keep in mind while you read this next section that it does not have anything to do with rape)
Now I can relate to this because I have seen "group mentality" be it in the military or viewing certain members of sports teams at my school. The military is real bad because we have guns, rockets and other things that go boom. All it takes is a simple trigger pull or other motion to set off pure pandemonium. Thats fear driven group mentaility, its OK sometimes, but it must be controlled.
NOW, the real problem is with the "cocky" group mentality as I will dub it. In the army I got in a few tiffs because we thought we were better than someone else or vice versa. At school, I've got in some "you military guys aren't shit" fights and those words tend to be their last. But, its really bad with sports teams. I know several members of the rugby team/football team/baseball team at my school and mostly they are a good group of guys. HOWEVER some do things because they are on the team and they are the toughest bunch of hard chargin mother fuckers. or whatever.

So with that said, I think I know the skinny on what went down with that Duke Lacrosse team:

-Don't be suprised if more girls come forward, because I think this was not thier first time.
-"Hey dude, lets show this girl a good time"
-"She refused, what should we do?"
-"Fuck her for turning us down"
-"Shes goin in the bathroom"
-"Lets go"

And the rest of it is Duke Lacrosse history.

Lesson to be learned here? Man up and know whats right or you might end up in a shitty situation.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Housing: Fucking Veterans Over Since 1903

I wont even begin to get into what I have done with myself this semester off. I've been all over the damn place.

For now, its back home and working for the old man until I hit JRTC in May.

Well, its that time of year again, and I am getting my shit together to go back to school. Yeeeaaahhhh. Once again, the priotrity points bullshit has bit me in the ass again. I KNOW they forfeited my priority points from freshman year because they just tried to forfeit them again for this semester. So, it looks like im gonna really have to kick this one in the ass. I'm planning on arranging a meeting with the head honcho in housing so she can say "no" to my face instead of pushing me off on the phone. A little background:

Iraq: lost a lot of priority points because they forfeited my freshman year points. Also, I think they should compensate me for the time I lost. Christ, I've been enrolled here for 5 years now. I'm not asking for a whole heck of a lot, just enough to get me up to the average.

Attempting to get housing for this coming semester has been a goat-rope also. Jamie, Tim's roomate and my future roomate, went to go sign us up.
Phone call #1: J: Hey, they said you didnt pay your housing deposit.
B: OMG, fucking idiots, put the guy on the phone.
Guy: well it looks like you didnt pay your housing deposit, so theres not much I can do you for you.
B: (very slowly) I had the lady from housing roll over my deposit from last semester.
Guy: well, it says here...
B: Listen, you better go talk to someone that knows or I'm gonna lose my damn mind.
Guy: hold on
Guy: dont worry, you're all set!
Jamie: Dude, ill call you back if I have any more problems.

Second Phone Call:
J: dude, they just said you dont have any priority points.
J: dude, she says she wont talk to you.

some scuffling...

J: she says she dosent know anything about the points.
B: Find out who does dude.

more scuffling...

J: ok, your all set, your RD found the points.

Thank god, my old RD is the only person in housing with any damn brains.

More ranting to come...I gotta get up for work tomorrow early.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Moving down south.

Well, as most of you already know, I am taking the semester off due to circumstances beyond my control. I am heading down to Louisiana for 3 months for hurricane relief operations. When I get back in April, I have another month then I am back off to train in Louisiana's Fort Polk. I will still be updating this thing when I am down there so make sure you check back for updates.

On that note, I am going to get a little serious. Over the past years, I have been on active duty for the majority. Some of you ask: Why do you do it? Well, I would have to say that it is a combination of things. At first, the army was just some big adventure. I got to travel to places I had never been and those places most people probably don't get to go. I was part of something huge; something bigger than anything I could ever imagine. When guys come up to me and say "man I wish I joined back in the day", I honestly feel sorry for them. Yeah, you know what, the army sucks sometimes and its not a cake walk by any means. In Iraq, when I strapped on that Kevlar Helmet, got up in the gunner's turret and sat behind that Mk19; I was part of history. Part of history like the guys who stormed the beaches on D-Day, like the guys who froze at Valley Forge during the Revolution and just the same as all my ancestors who took up arms.

Since then, that feeling has not gone away but somewhat morphed into something else. Now that I am a leader, I force myself to have standards above the rest. I strive to learn more and more and more about my job. I want to be an effective leader and my sense of duty is greater now than ever before.

OK I will stop.
So, how bout that Johnny Damon? What a fucker eh?

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Just one more thing...

Comments. If you come here leave one. That is all.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

New Changes

i changed a few things, lemmie know what you think

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Who wants to take a PT test? OOO OOO ME ME ME ME

So I get up to Londonderry on Friday morning after calling up to the drill hall about information on what exactly I would be doing. I get the "oh yeah dont worry about it" spiel...then i get the "hey, you are a non commissioned officer, you should know better, who is in your chain of command? you should call them". Fuckin thanks a lot guys. Here is a snippet of my conversation with the UA:
Me: "So, what time do I have to be at Devens?"
UA: "Oh shit, Devens? you are supposed to go to Devens"
Me: "yeah on the phone you told me..."
UA: "I dont know what you are taking about"
Me: "oh my god, you guys are setting me up for fai...(lure)"
UA: "hey now, you are a non commissioned officer, you should have nailed this down beforehand, whos your squad leader? you should call him"
--At this point I am thinking about our conversation on the phone: Me: "so whats the deal with devens this weekend" UA: "ill fill you in when you get here tomorrow" Me: "alright cool" UA: "yeah dont worry about it"
Me: "Well, my squad leader is Sgt ****"
UA: "yeah, he wont know"
Me: "Fuck it, ill just show up at zero-eight"
UA: [laughing] "should I start your 4187 right now?" (DA 4187 for promotion/demotion- in this case demotion)

Nevertheless, I show up on time and in the right place, only getting minor amounts of grief from the 1SG for not showing up the day before. I would like to, again, thank my chain of command for that one. I am a Non-Commissioned Officer, so i gotta learn to look out for number one because no one is looking out for me anymore.

Another great thing that happened to me was the last minute PT test they decided to throw on me. I had to borrow PT gear from this kid half my size. I looked funny in his tight ass PTs. His shoes were too small, my feet were numb by the time i got done with the two mile run.