[youtube][/youtube]0000: 31 JaN 2004:
..."Hoooaaah..."
On that day I [youtube][/youtube]was given the rare privalege to clean my rifel and assess the mess we were dealing with. The "3- O -Deuce" was given a mission many believed we were not ready for but I believed in the soldiers put in my charge and I had the faith we would ALL make it back...
...I inspected the chamber as I pushed the oiled guaze through the barrel: M16 A2 zeroed to kill...she wouldn't see action except that which only training supplied...I ran the meaty portion of my trigger finger inside the firing chamber...the gritty feel of Iraqi sand had deposited there...thoughts traveled through my mind...
The military and politics are husband and wife...it is what bought together weekend Joes with full time Hoes who kill professionally...death was here I saw it in my dreams like a shadow, Camp Victory was our first stop before we were going into darkness...
I named her (WaR)-Path; even had SFC Joe make me a dust cover to attempt to keep out the sand...what a joke...I fit her together piece by beautiful piece (nothing like the smell of lube oil on a rifle...) Listening to the sound of the bolt locking in ready to do what it was made for...
I saw a small scorpion and it took me back to the days when I was a boy collecting insects; NOW THAT would've been my prized possession...in the back of my mind I was itching for something, anticipating when the C130 would haul us into Iraq...
Victory was short lived and we got our orders to leave the holding area and begin our trek behind enemy lines...I was WeoponX even then, long before INF took form...it was a code name given then to identify for comms purposes...


I get p*ssy I get money I smoke weed, what else do you ask for? Royal Oak B I T C H 


