Iraq..
Spoon.i agree with you.most americans are lemmings, jumping of the cliff together.then we have the sheeple,that talk about everything, but do nothing about anything.then wonder why things don`t change.because america does not unite together in unity against the govenment to make it so,everyone is so worried about being politically correct, they are flushing the toilet on america and i am saying that in a nice way.iraq.i worked for a private company over there.since i am an ase certified mechanic.i went over there as a mechanical engineer.i was the boss the next oldest was 15 younger than me.busting the old mans chops,lol.well this old man would walk outside in 115 degree heat which never bothered me because i baked cars after paint around that.dead dogs everywhere,no garbage pickup or sewers.the place was hell.i deer hunted and shot my whole life,plus i already had ptsd from a bad car wreck. But passed all the physicals.this old man is used to humping up and down mountains from 4 am to dark deer hunting and doing plenty of drives and grinding my way through laurel all day,so to me none of that bothered me.for 9 years i had guns pointed at my face in my shop,it never bothered me,i ran the gun range pistol program for 4 years.we go outside and i don`t even put on my body armor,jeans,boots,my underfolder ak47 and my 1911 will a half dozen clips.gunfire 24/7.it never stops.i liked it.when my jobs where done. I had a interpretor with me at all times named benny,we became fast friends and while the kiddies played playstation we would play 31 and 21 and poker for fun outside.man,as far as the iraq people where concerned i was good in their book.i did not dress like a military man,i grew a beard and i used to go buy old generators on my own dime from the town markets and wire villages that where so poor had no light.so i was known as the trustworthy american and they thought i was the big cheese but i hung around alot so they always asked for my help.these people where not terroristes i was 100 miles away from everywhere.i used to play with the kids and the old people would laugh and clap.music was on 24/7 which was cool.but man the miltary would come in beat the men and try to rape the women destroy the villages,kill all the animals and poison the water.this was not the vietnam war which we will touch on that another time because i am interested in hearing stories, if you are up to it.the military was 18 or 19 year old punk kids that mommy and daddy gave everything to.the commanding officer would be 24 or 25.these soldiers where sadistic.over there a girl is a woman and married by 13.i watched 3 grown american men drag this girl kicking and screaming behind a hut.that was my last straw.i had it.i walked back there as they had their junk out trying to rip off this girls clothes to rape her.i pointed my gun at the biggest guy there and told him in 3 seconds i was going to shoot him dead.he saw in my eyes i was serious.the iraq people drove old datsun 210`s and cars like that,pack 8 guys in it and if the car did not stop fast enough at the checkpoint. I saw this and these evil sadistic kids loved it.they where supposed to shoot the motor with their 50 cal semi auto,instead they would put 2 or 3 incendary rounds right into the car basically turning it inside out and there where no arms or legs just meat.america makes ever iraq person to be a terrorist,these people just wanted to stay alive.mine fields everywhere,burning hot in the day below zero at night.the whole time i was there, when i finished my jobs i would go with benny to the market towns,talk about anything and everying.if it was not there, it was never made.i went all over.i saw fields of poppies in full bloom and the military cut them all down and say they where going to burn it.my rear.they put it in big trucks and flew that poison right back to america.a stoned or high mind is a mind that is easy to control and heroin is the great suppressor.i saw stuff burned in my brain that i wish i could un see.stuff that give me nightmares about americans and iraq people.over in iraq men literally own women and the first time i got to our compound, we where debriefed and my boss said you will see men almost beating woman to death,look at the ground or the other way, if you have eye contact with the man you disrespected him and then things got sticky.so i had to turn my back on stuff that i wanted to kill this person doing this to another human being,life means nothing over there.there are roving packs of starving dogs and i don`t mean rover i mean cujo.i was the best shot and not scared but these dogs would kill children and women.whenever my job was done i would bring 1,000 rounds and my ak47 and kill every dog i saw.i had a pack of twelve dogs as i walked around the corner chase me up a burned car.if i was not fast enough, i would have been torn apart.i was a mechanic, but had all the skill as a shooter so when snipers would fire on our compound i would go out and grab my draonuv and watch the glint and no more shooter.i turned a corned to have a young man high on cot,a leave that is like cocaine but makes you super agressive pull out a makarov or tokerov,some russian pistol,but my 1911 was always cocked and locked so as he raised his weapon and said i kill you america, i put 2 in his chest at point blank range and was covered in blood then got beaten by all the women`s shoes in the village.the biggest sign of disrespect.man as you could tell me stories i could write a book on the evil done on bolth side.i get home and find out i have prostate cancer.what a life man.but my cancer is in remission but still all kinds of things i have to go through every week.i am writing you a book and am not the greatest with punctuation so til next time..
