Spun Out

im starting to spin out on this deployment in a BIG way. its a couple different things all working in different ways but the effects are catastrophic. i gotta level my head right fucking now. i gotta pull myself together. im doing shit in a place where i can’t afford to get swamped down in my own bullshit. fuck this fucking shit. i gotta get fucking crazy and power through this shit. i can do it. fuck yes i can. sometimes its easier said than... Read More

War Wacky

Time was drawing close for me to get out of Iraq (hopefully for the last time).  Every time I’m about to get the fuck out of this place my tolerance for bullshit goes way down.  This is lousy because I don’t have patience for anything, but at the same time all madness of the place seems to resonate more vibrantly in my mind giving me pause to reflect on truly how fucked up this situation really is.  It all started about 2 weeks out.  Two short... Read More

Home Sweet Home..?

(3 days to go) This is probably going to sound crazy. I have no idea what the reason is behind this, but I am feeling like nervous about coming home. I can’t explain why and it doesn’t make sense to me. Don’t get me wrong here, I am totally pumped about coming home. I mean, I really really really want to come home and never look back on this shitty fucked up place, but I feel nervous about it. This feeling is pissing me off because... Read More

The White Plank

The seasons change like a punch in the mouth.  One minute you are hunched over, eyes squinting in the light, shamal blowing dust in your eyes, bowed before the sun.  The next minute you are shaken by thunder, wind, and mud that falls from the sky.  Not sure what is really happening, you are half dressed, exhausted fingers desperately groping for your rifle at 4 am when a massive thunderclap explodes overhead, only moments later to stumble outside... Read More

Space Madness

As of today I am officially a founding member of the contractor fight club. No, not literally, but as of yesterday we dropped off our clients at the airport and have absolutely nothing to do for at least the next two weeks. After that they are scheduled to return to B-dad and only make periodic visits back up to our site. This means that all we have to do up here is work out, conduct self-directed training with weapons and tactics, punch the heavy... Read More

Banned in Iraq

Saw the most kickass bar brawl the other day. This little dude totally wrecked this giant fat dude and the fat dude jumped the little dude. The best part was when the little guy rode the fat guy to the ground from behind by grabbing both his ears. The fat dude’s face smashed the concrete right at my feet (I actually had to move my foot so it didn’t get hit) and then the fat guy’s face exploded like a volcano of blood. Skullissa and... Read More

Homecoming Malfunction

Noah and I arrived back in the good old USA on the 17th of January but little did we know that we carried with us more baggage than just our carry-ons. So we were stuck. Stuck in a shit place with shit people. Stuck risking our lives for money and bullshit. I don’t know how to get into all the little details about our last few days in the shit country of Iraq but I will paint the picture in broad strokes. We had done just about everything we... Read More

Chunk of Shit

Hi everyone, my name is Doug. I’m a CHUNK OF SHIT. No, don’t get confused, I’m not a piece of shit, I am actually a big fat CHUNK OF SHIT. I have a bowl haircut and a goatee that looks like a bear-paw. I have no weapons safety or training and shot over my own teammates heads during shooting range training without warning or apology. I am a Kiwi, that means I’m from the island of New Zealand. Most of the people from my country... Read More

Delirium Tremens

Im back, fucking finally!!!! back in the USA, gotta love that. Despite a really strange and violent night of drunkenness and debauchery in Amman Noah and I somehow (we are so lucky) made it back to our hotel and even made our flight on time. The funny thing is that I can’t seem to put all the pieces together. I know my brain is still chemically unbalanced from all the drug induced sleep and drinking and valium and the oxygen they pumped into... Read More

Low Desert II

Iraq and Kuwait from September 2004 through January 2005 “We made them drink poison last night and Saddam Hussein’s soldiers and his great forces gave the Americans a lesson which will not be forgotten by history. Truly.” - Iraqi Information Minister #gallery-1 { margin: auto; } #gallery-1 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-1 img { border:... Read More