Normally, we, that is to say Americans try not to piss people off. The other day. . . not even close to the case. We crashed a funeral. and of course that went over REAL well. Needless to say while we were questioning people, and while we were finding bad guys, the tent next door which had an Imam or something got pretty riled up. They started screaming everything he said over the loudspeaker. no i am not an arabic expert, but i know when someone is pissed off. and seeing as Am-Reek-A was at the end of a lot of those sentances. . . yea they were'nt too happy. That was BEFORE a sniper tried to wax one of our gunners. It was also before a car tried to blow through (getting the living shit shot out of it in the process, don't worry driver's alive). Of course AFTER that was a nice little riot. What started out as a platoon+ effort became 2 companies, and NPs. STILL, we got our marks. Bad through and through.
As if that weren't enough after a bullshit mission the next day, we get woken up at oh-dark-thirty. Bad guys need nabbing. Rodger. so we roll out. no plan. No maps. No rehersals. We bust in, clear the houses (I will admit the lack of tac light is REALLY starting to become a hinderance as is my aid bag), and then we get word of runners on the roof. What followed was nearly three hours of running form one point to another at a high rate of speed (with 70 pounds of gear for me) Jumping um and down stairs, jumping across rooves, and in one instance nearly breaking my neck. it also got very confused, but despite the "fog of war" we STILL managed to not only get our mark, we got THE mark. Needless to say it was a long night. when we were done I was sweating my ass off. But i realized that night I LOVE THIS SHIT!!!
So now, you'd think we'd be treated like, well i dunno, high speed. but sadly it was not to be. The Uber gay Martha Stewart mode kicked in and we cleaned that COP top to bottom. i felt less like a soldier and more like a Molly Maid. I can not even begin to describe how demeaning it felt to have to scoop shit out of iraqi shitters (no porcalin thrones for these cats. no it is a HOLE IN THE FUCKING GROUND) sweep away dust that had been there since we started working at the COP, and other mindless stupid chores. One minuet you can do no wrong. the Next you are back in Basic training, and the biggest shitbag your DS ever laid eyes on. Sucks
Lastly, the Home Front. Dad is having a birthday tommorow. Having managed to avoid a heart attack with my Bro needing AA meetings for his Xbox addiction, trouble with mom's . . . absent mindeness, another son hell bent on a grunt's life, parents in failing health and a REALLY shitty job, i think this year is definatly one of those he deserves a really nice birthday. I doubt i could have done anything (from here) to make it any better, but hey i'll call tommorow (the 26th) and wish him well. I sent a card, but well who knows when that will get there. Mom's is comming up soon (May 3rd). don't know what's happening then.
And finally Lisa. I finally got a message from her via Myspace. It wasn't so much a "sorry i havn't been in touch i've been so busy, but i really miss you" it was more of "yea, sucks you've got it rough, i'm pretty busy too." So. . . what i think is this. . . she is not cheating per se. but i DO think her heart is no longer in this relationship, i can't blame her, after all she's probably got a wicked school load (91W was like that but i breezed through because it wasn't new to me) and even if she went to sleep every night with my name in her lips, it'll be 8 months before she sees me and for only two weeks, if that, and another six before i am home for good, assuming there are no extentions, and she doesn't get deployed. She's human. it would only be natural to look for something . . . closer. sadly "love and feeling" is the song that seems to apply to us now. *sigh* oh well.