The final countdown is on for our departure. All the training is done, the packout is complete. Now, we will sit through some B.S. waste-some-time crappy briefs AGAIN on what not to do in country. If I have to hear that I can't even so much as look at a guy, let alone talk to one or even worse, befriend one or else the evil troll monkeys will fly out of my butt and the mythical OZ will show himself from behind the curtain and send me to military jail, I'm going to scream! AND for gosh sakes, don't let them catch me with my collection of kitty cats in the buff on my computer, I'll go to hell for that one too! (sorry bad reference for kiddie porn...I know, I know that was bad). So, I'm a little more than over the micro-management that has been ensued upon us since we arrived for this pre-deployment training. Call me crazy, but I was certain that in my 34 years of wisdom, I would be entrusted to know when I can pee and when I can't. When I can board the bus and when I can't. When I can talk and when I can't. Obviously, someone higher up thinks there needs to be an SOP for all of this crap and the peeons are following this SOP to the letter I tell ya! Someone is jockeying for a NAM! Tisk, Tisk. Medal hunters, all of the 'em. To hell with them all I say! Ok, I'm done ranting now. Can you tell that I'm ready to depart just to get away from all the political horse poopy?
The Chief's mess put on a (dare I even say it....) FREE cookout tonight with hamburgers, hotdogs, pie, cake, salad. The works really. Then the shit hit the fan. They asked 4 E-6's to take charge and finish cooking for the crew. There were large flames and women and children fleeing after that. Not sure what happened, but I thought I heard fire sirens at one point. Saturday night, the hotel will be putting on a shindig for the crew with booze, music and free food. There goes the notion of no fraternization right out the window. You get sailors + FREE alcohol + hotel rooms = Captain's Mast in the morning. This should be interesting to say the least. I personally have no desire to partake in the shinanigins that will be going on. I may take in some of the free food, but my alcohol consumption will be nill. I, after all am going off to war damnit!
I guess I need to wrap this up and call my mother. So, with that being said, I bid you fair winds and following seas until we meet again. Geez, I'm really getting cheesy hanging with all these squids for so long.
TTFN
[edit.....I actually got pretty hammered with the help of my totally awesome buddy (and he knows who he is ;o)) ]
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Ha, enjoy the partying while you can. BBQ's still happen in Iraq, but you'll be missing the alcohol!
Pre-deployment Briefs suck, and you think you're escaping it once you get on that plane...*BUZZER* wrong answer, you still have Kuwait! Animals you should avoid, ROE, General Orders (again), Intel briefs, heat injury prevention, ranges. Yea you're only out of the water when you get to Iraq.
Have fun with the pre-deployment parties.
The Thunder Run has linked to this post in the blog post From the Front: 03/28/2008 News and Personal dispatches from the front lines.
ya ummmmm your gonna have some more briefs when you get to Iraq... and it will be all the same shit you heard before... ps if you go to the MPRI lanes have fun with that cuz that shit is gay and teaches you kinda what not to do.... but besides that let me go ahead and welcome you to Iraq land of gumdrop smiles and Rainbow sunsets.
I hope the partying went ok and there wasnt a Cpt. mast in the morning. (by the way I'm feeling very pleased that I actually knew what that was!)
GOOD LUCK in all you have ahead.
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