I*'m fine. I'm in Iraq, but blogger.com has been blocked everywhere I have been. I have long entiies ready, very detailed. Soon.

I'm in Germany. I'm going to have been on 5 planes en route to my destination, and I'm tired of flying. The first flight saw my josteld from sleep by turbulence, and the stewardess in the aisle next to me screaming an expletive and dropping soda cans on me . fun.


gotta go.

I have to be at the tiny local airport in less than an hour. I didn't really sleep. I napped for 2 hours so I can nod off on the way to Baltimore, 1 stop away from my final destination. No one on my buddy list was online except my brother. My ride needs to hurry up and get here.

Bye,house, bed, computer, loved ones, Texas, my office,car, gym, restaurants dvd record and book libraries,playstation2, private bathroom,tv, the ability to pick my own clothes, and America. See you in 120 days.

So, I am alone in my house on the eve of going off to my first war. Lindsay took Selah to the in-laws, Linz starts school tommorow and daycare is closed, so the grampses are watching Selah and the dog. I'm all alone and I can't stop listening to sad songs. I have so much to do, but am overcome by lethargy. I want to re-pack. I want to straighten up and place phone calls to loved ones. I need to eat something. I just spent an hour renaming mp3s that were mislabled. The Chemical Brothers are on and it reminds me of Randall...

Ok, so I've been in a spiritual slump since joining the military, I started swearing and gossipping. I hate it. Today is my
"White Funeral". Today I am reborn. I'm tired of trying to do it all and failing, it's not working out for me. I'll have alot of time to study and pary, plus I'll be in the Holy Land. I'm going to the birthplace of Abraham. Literaly the same archaeological site. I'll be at the crossing of the Tigris and Euphrates. Ur. Home of the Wheel.The fertile Crescent. An-Nassiriyyah, site of the Ziggurrat.


Pray for me.

All of my paperwork is done, ironed out at the last minute. Opposition at every turn, If condensed into 80 minutes it would have been like a Ben Stiller movie, but with more flourescent lighting less feces. I spent alot of time being frustrated and listening to Theocracy AD, because saetia seemed pathetic, THE GAME skipped too much, and I'm drawing closer to GOD as I near my pilgrimige to the holey land...sweet pun, huh?
I'm looking forward to it, but I'm not looking forward to being idle,bored, and lonely while Lindsay juggles school, parenting housekeeping, finance, and the fear of violent crime that sadly is a yoke on the neck of our sisters in our filthy society. It will all seem unfair. And I'll miss everything. I'll miss bathing my daughter and singing jingle bells at the tops of our lungs in the car. I'll miss CSI. I'll miss my bass. Obviously I'll miss the girls so much it will hurt. I know I'll cry. sI almost cried earlier when I was bathing Selah and I told her that it would be the last time in a long time and, perhaps the last time ever. The way she looked at me shredded me.




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..All that being said, I'm a cheerful, happyyyyy person, and I am anticipating spiritual growth and more time to work out. I wish I could work out for 2.5-3 hours a day, I love it, but with y hectic sched., I'm lucky to fit in half an hour.


funny pics soon


If anything happens to me, I love all of you guys


//signed//
David

Yesterday I learned how to escape from handcuffs. I did it like 7 times, then I put it on my wrist, no problem, picked 'em straightaway. Then I cuffed myself to the armrest of my chair and I was stuck for almost an hour.Good Times.
The military is trying to go 'paperless', that is, alot of things are online or electronic media. Personnel data, pay info, computer-based training, mass dissemination of info via email, et cetera. That being said, there is still ALOT of paperwork before you deploy somewhere. Paperwork on top of paperwork, and it's causing a mild despair on my part. Hopefully I'll get it all done before the last minute.
I was issued a brend new (not really) M16. I say the parenthetical not really, because it's a Vietnam-era gun that has never ever been fired before today that was procured by the DoD in 1968, sat in a vault till last year, and was retrofitted to the specs of the current model (M16A2) late last year. It was stiff, the takedown pins were jammed, the bolt was dry, and there were nasty mineral deposits on the front of the bolt. Now everyone that doesn't know anything about guns feels inferior. Bask in my glow. I hate guns. I hate touching them, I hate looking at them, and I pray to GOD that I never have to use one for anything other then redneck recreation.

I found out that guy I'm taking over for in the forward-deployed location that I'm going to be at is someone that I know quite well. Awesome.
I had a class today where we simulated rifle-fighting, hitting body shields and screaming. We also pretended to apprehend people and make people get out of cars at gunpoint.It was very jockish. A few knuckleheads 'bro-ed out", high-fiving and beating their chests. It was kind of like how I imagine a millencolin concert would be like. Thay gave me a flak vest, and I totally put it over a black wifebeater when I got home and became 50 cent, in all of my functionally-illiterate glory.

In M16 familliarization, there is a process to unjam a stuck weapon. They asked 'what do you do after step 5 if it still doesn't work"? And I said "Blow your war whistle for help"? I dunno, I thought it was funny.


too many hyphens, gotta go