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Back in the USA   
10:35pm 06/09/2003
 
mood: indescribable
Well, I have made it back to the States and have seen the doctors. They say I need surgery and ultrasound operations to fix my legs and gave me some medicine. *sigh*

I received an Email from Aric who told me that a large group of our friends from Iraq were all killed in a dispute over land. It is really sad, they were the only good thing that I remember about Iraq. My friends' mother just died yesterday. Death is everywhere, there is no escaping that.

On the plus side, I am back at Ft. Campbell living w/ my father. His ways are different than mine and I have to exorcise restraint when dealing with him, sometimes. He doesn't pay attention to certain things and is blaming anything that happens on him being old. I hate that crap. As soon as you start using an excuse like that it becomes a crutch that allows you to fall apart.

I am still dealing with the Military Police over here at Campbell who are just the same as in Iraq. Hate these guys. A real bunch of idiots.

Erik		  
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Party down in Germany!   
10:22am 28/08/2003
 
mood: satisfied
music: Typing noises from a Cyber Cafe
Well, I was MEDEVACED to Landstuhl, Germany. I have been here one night and have already downed enough alcohol to make up for at least 2 months of my deployment. I hope to be here for this laborday weekend to try to take in the country. It is wonderful here! No sand, no crazy fuckwads w/ automatic weapons trying to kick my ass and no asshole commanders running around telling me what to do.... So this is what freedom is like!? Sorry, Aric. I know you're still suck back there in Iraq, but I'll hook you up, my friend.

The doctor said that I'm jacked up and just about beat my head in when I told him I didn't need any pain medications. He outranks me by a lot, so I went with him on that one. I am just killing time and causing trouble in Germany until I fly home. A lot of anxiety problems are starting to surface. Slight paranoia and massive anxiety. Slight depression and nightmares. *shrug* All things heal with time. (I hope)		  
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erik is flying out today   
09:03am 22/08/2003
  he's going home right now so thats 1/2 of the lostboys out of here so this thing wont be likely to be updated soon.

so my journal will be: user cptarcher

he's got to have surgery on his foot so he's abandoning me...its a small win for our side and a small loss for the first shirt and his evil gang of no-goodnicks.

well, im out.

peace, yo
aric		  
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Lies, Utter Lies.   
02:52pm 15/08/2003
 
mood: cynical
music: Random R&B in the background
Today, Aric and I had to write certificates in thanks to individuals and groups who sent us a bunch of crap in the mail. So we layed it on thick... "people like you form the backbone of America and are the true protectors of the American Spirit." The command loved it and we all got a good pat on the back. So now we're considering campaigning to take over the world using nothing but our forked tongues. Well... that and immense portions of fear thanks to our legions of terror. Applications now accepted.
Now word has it that I will probably have to go to Landstuhl, Germany to get checked out by a doctor and probably sent home. But, I don't think I'm that lucky. Guess we'll see... Anyway, we are getting ready to move to Babylon where we will be living out the remainder of our stay in hell. At least the temperature has gone down. It was about 138 in the shade and almost 160 in the direct sunlight last week. I have this strange feeling I've already entered this, but at least you know how strongly I feel about it.
Aric is out burning shit in a barrel, its a great job. I hate doing it because I frequently get my arm hair singed off and it is just a little awkward. =) But you don't get messed with that often when you're stirring a vat of burning crap and that is a good thing.
On the brighter side of things, today has been pretty tolerable. I spent a good part of my day just hiding out and BSing with my Military Intelligence (ha!) friends who actually have the capacity to think for themselves. (I'm pretty hard on the military) Well, there is a major leaning over my shoulder so I'm gonna finish this and get the hell out of the room.

Erik		  
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Short Changed Again   
12:50pm 10/08/2003
 
mood: uncomfortable
music: Hum of an AC that isn't affecting me
So Aric was supposed to have the day off, but thanks to our leadership was put on a detail to work with the Iraqis instead. This actually isn't a really bad thing and we both enjoy this job, but it still sucks that he got sold out. I am going to the hospital today to have my leg looked at since I have achillis tendonitis. There is a slim chance I may go home because of this. I doubt it, personally. *shrug*
So it is really hot outside recently and everyone is developing a heat rash. It is pretty ugly and can make the skin look like you took a buckshot. Can't wait for this heat to start tapering off.... oh, and Aric is a bitch. Yes, Aric, you are. =)

Erik		  
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Another Bad Day   
03:10pm 08/08/2003
 
mood: annoyed
music: mock whining of some stupid girl
Well the day started out bad when I wasn't able to run since my legs were so worn down from my 20 hour trip yesterday. I was the gunner and it requires a lot of lower body strength to move the turret around and aim the gun. While I was in Baghdad the Jordan Embassy blew up... well, part of it anyway. That was interesting, not much to do about it except look at the smoke. *shrug*
Yesterday was some sort of Iraqi holiday. The streets were crowded everywhere we went and as we drove through the mainstreets of towns they all cheered us on... we usually have kids and young adults happy to see us when we go places and they waive, but this was over the top! It was like we were a parade. They were trying to give us things and shake our hands as we inched down the street behind vans filled with people rocking the vehicle to their music. Their music was great and tremendously happy, it really made my day.
Anyway, today has just been one person bitching at me to do something for them after another. It just keeps coming. =) But I am just trying to make it through the day until 9pm when I have an 8 hour guard shift on the rooftop of our building. That means I won't be getting off until 5am. The only tough thing about guard is trying to stay awake when there isn't any kind of stimulation to your senses.
Well, I am going to try my luck with the day again and venture back into the work areas.

Erik		  
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A trip to the most dangerous place in the country   
05:45pm 06/08/2003
 
mood: bitchy
music: Boss yelling in background
Well tommorow I am tasked out to be a gunner in the turret of one of our crappiest HUMMVs while we go to both Baghdad and a place called DOGWOOD, which are the most dangerous places in this country, Iraq. There are attacks every day and part of my mission will be done during the night, probably under fire and I don't have an armored vehicle, let alone a gunner's shield up on the turret. I deeply question the decision making process taking place around here. Hell, my HUMMV's fuel gauge doesn't even work. =)

Today I had to run around and make sure everyone was doing what they were supposed to and even check up on my boss who couldn't find his way out of a box with three sides cut out. Aric really wants to go since he doesn't get outside the camp very much, but it isn't going to happen unless the girl driving tommorow continues to be ill. I'd rather have him along, he is more reliable and hell... he's my friend! Things as they are, I've seen this entire country and I am tired of driving around in a HUMMV that only adds to the 120-some-odd-degree heat. Getting shot at gets old, I guess. Its not like I get shot at every day, nor every mission... but I've been out here for six months and have almost been blown up by rockets and morters enough for eleven lifetimes. =) All I want to do is go back to California and try to relax a little bit. Why is this such a hard request?

-Erik		  
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A Glimpse of Erik's problem   
03:40pm 04/08/2003
 
mood: amused
music: Random R&B in the background
My first post is to tell you that I am landed in the middle of a post-war third world country. After nearly six months of filling sandbags and dodging missiles, morters, machinegun fire and evil bastards in charge of me, I am a bitter shell of a man. =)
I don't really get to do my job out here, which is that of a paralegal (go figure), so I get tasked out to do all of the stupid crap along with my friend Aric, here. Speaking of random crap, I am soon to go pick up supplies for my lazy supervisor archtype. I play fetch for him quite often. Things such as, "Specialist Christensen, get me a hammer." Then the problem arises... We are in the desert and there really aren't many hammers to be found. Not unless ACE Hardware opened up next door without me knowing. Things being as they are, it would probably be manned by Iraqis who would shoot at you when you tried to check out, but miss. Then they would tell you that you are their friend and sell you the overpriced crap for one dollar less. Ah yes, war is good.

- Erik		  
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A Great Day So Far   
11:36am 03/08/2003
  We started the day off with the acting first shirt yelling about how we needed to put all of our stuff in our bags and rucks so that our rooms dont look messy. So everyone got to do that this morning and everyone was in a foul mood.

Then another soldier locked and loaded and decided she was going to 'do something' to get out of Iraq or something. Anyway, I found out about this after it happened. Its nice for them to not call in the guy trained to deal with it. As a matter of fact, they asked me why it was my business. ARGH! I'm trained to do this! ITS MUCH FUCKING JOB! Just cuz these bastards put me in another section doesn't mean its not my job.

Grrr...oh, and we're getting ready to jump to a new location. Whoop-de-fucking shit.

- Aric		  
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First Entry   
11:17am 31/07/2003
 
mood: accomplished
music: the sound of a broken AC
This is the first entry in the Lost Boys' Livejournal. Soon you will see a variety of posts from myself and Eric.

- Aric		  
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