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    28 February

    Of Elections and Such (I)

    Sometimes I wonder, what is the point?  When I lived overseas it amazed me how in some countries their military personnel could not vote.  This was set up deliberately in order to avoid making the military a political branch.  At the time I admit it did not make sense to me at all.  If the vote is personal and confidential...who would know which way you would vote anyway?  But in backwards countries, where the absentia voting system isn't quite refined (as if our system was really that advanced and refined!!!), it would not be possible for soldiers to vote outside of the jurisdiction they worked and operated out of anyway, making the military vote a very strong one in those communities.  Fast forward fifteen years and I find myself disheartened with  the candidates, yet again this year.  And what is the point?  When it is all said and done I have to salute him or her (wow...) and say "Aye Aye Sir/Ma'm".  Flash back to 2004, to a quaint little sleepy Iraqi town in Al Anbar.  All that was shown in the Camp Fallujah DFAC was Fox News.  And the news was relentless...  At the time it made no sense to change Commander in Chiefs in the middle of a conflict.  Still, now almost four years later and we're still there, things are improving but when things were so crappy to begin with, any improvements are warmly welcomed.  And the enemy is just as relentless; for every good deed, those SOB's manage to do three bad ones so it was/is a real challenge to keep up the good work.  Now again is yet another opportunity for change, my role as a military man makes me question the practicality for me to vote and the will of the American people will be heard regardless of what a soldier feels.  And I would be good with that if it weren't for the fact that some of this year's candidates are pandering to that group of Americans that traditionally do not bring much to the table anyways.  Let's just hope that they are pestilent minority.  Americans must realize that the bad guys must be fought and challenged way before they start getting the "good" ideas to hurt us, that hurt our hearts, that hurt our pockets.  The fact that we must fight these bastards will never change, no matter who is in office until the second coming of Christ.
    06 October

    Times 'a churnin!

    Yup, made if back, in one piece from "ummm, the Iraq".  Lots of good friends were made there, and at least I was able to spread peace and love to that part of the world.  I am now back in Texas, trying to stuff two years of Grad school into one, as per the Navy's directives.  UT and Austin sure are interesting places, we are enjoying the collegiate lifestyle, though the academia can be gruelling.  Recalling nineteen years ago this weekend, Roki and I spent the night in Jail on Texas-OU weekend.  We were special guests that evening at the Lew Sterrit Jail house (loose Stirup?) which, by the way, has jailed infamous people such Lee Harvey Oswald, et al.  Any way, Good to be back, good to be alive these days.
    10 September

    TV, A million Bucks, Car bombs, and a Ceviche to die for!!

    Today is Sept 11th, a very somber day for most people in the US.  I am in Baghdad and have been for almost a week now.  I really couldn't understand how they showed Flight 93 as a demo movie at the PX here in the IZ.  It was quite disturbing reliving the whole thing.
     
    So it has been a very eventfull weekend for me as I wait for my Chopper to return to my Iraqi base.  I was due to Leave on Saturday so everything was prepared to pull chalks on that day.  There is a Peruvian contingency of security personnel here at the Palace led by Victor, who has become a good friend, and we arranged for cash for the iraqi folks to pick up some fish and ceviche makings (Victor pleaded to them to make sure the fish did not have any C-4 in it!!!).  I knew fully well that I would not be around for Saturday's ceviche festivities, but I did not want to pass up the chance to treat the paisanitos to some cevichito, a plate that brings peruvians to tears when they are expatriated.  So I lied and told them I would be around so that the plan would be put in place.
     
    I was taking care of some email over some fancy gourmet vanilla shake at the "Green Beans" internet cafe at Sadams former Palace that evening when someone announced that they would be filming a "shout out" from Baghdad for the Longhorn-Buckeye College ball game for Saturday (the Longeye game, as my mother said...).  So I went and participated in that, it would be aired nationally during the game and that is something I have really been excited to be able to do since I was a kid...to be the face of the troop stationed far away sending a shout out to the folks back home.  To know they would be cozy in their armchairs, enjoying the Americana lifestyle we have chosen to defend with our lives.  Finally, it was me on the other side of the TV!!
     
    And so, Saturday came along, I was to pick up a million buckaroos and take back with me pay for some work that was done at the base.  The money lady was late, she was in a briefing that was everything but brief....so I was delayed and I started to worry I would not make my bird.  Once she showed up she delivered the goods.  I've never seen that amount of cash in my life and I was very surprised to see that it all fit neatly in a grocery bag size space.  It was very heavy though!!!  So, also for the first time for me, I was in possesion of a million bucks!!!!  I started out the door of her office to go to catch my bird back to the base when BOOOMMMMM!!!!
     
    The building shook and we were in lock down.  We took on a VBIED or maybe a rocket attack in the street in front of us, so for the next two hours I would be held in the building until the clear signal was given.  Had I left on time it is very possible that I could have been in the area of the incident so I was glad to be in lock down!
     
    It is very difficult to catch a bird to where I go, only a couple of flights every two or three weeks.  Luckily, the movement control guys fixed me up for another flight out. 
     
    The first thing I thought was...Great!!! Now I get to partake of the ceviche!!!  So, no pun intended, I returned to the Palace, met up with Victor and enjoyed a Ceviche to Die for!!!