“Will you still hold me, when you see what I have done? Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victim’s blood?”-Atreyu The white cloth had been tied to a jagged stick and fluttered lazily against the grey, gloomy, Fallujah sky as it was raised over the cinder block wall. I stood
I was loaded to the gills with more shit than any man should carry. I weighed a million pounds pounds and felt even more badass. A chest rig, pistol belt, eight m4 mags, two frags, a smoke grenade, pistol with two mags, med kit, m4, a helmet, and a radio. Somehow, I dropped something. As
“No one will ever see things the way I do, no one will try. All my friends say that I’m gone but I swear, I’m not.” -The Almost I woke up this morning and as custom, scrolled through my newsfeed. As I shuffled through old pictures of people in their uniforms, I came across a
This will be the first of a three part series: How to establish a budget, how to save/savings goals, and finally where to put that money once you have saved it. We’ve all seen that 18 year-old-kid who used the few dollars he had after boot camp as a down payment on a truck; the
Rob O’Neill the alleged UBL shooter conducted multiple interviews with freelance journalist Alex Quade. This is a compilation of said interviews. “Vets need to sack up” “Osama Bin Laden died like a pussy” “Delta Force says, ‘Well, we don’t say anything.’ Well ya know why? You don’t f**king do anything.” “If Delta was given the
I think it is absolutely imperative that as veterans we share our stories from the GWOT. But that being said, I am tired of hearing about the death of Osama Bin Laden. I was in Afghanistan when DEVGRU hit UBL. At the time, I was living in a safe house nestled away in Shash Darak,
“We are the rose, that grew from the crack in the concrete.” -Memphis May Fire Millenials… Apparently, that’s how our generation is referred to these days. I don’t really know the purpose of naming every generation but, that’s just me. Baby boomers, Generation X, and now Millenials; every generation has traits and
Death is a funny thing. It’s the only thing we’re all guaranteed, yet we quiver in the shadow of its foreboding mystique. It is the one sure thing we have, the end game, the coup de grace at the end of this dramatic saga of human existence – yet not only do we fear it, we suffer in its wake, lamenting the souls already harvested by reaper’s scythe.