Hey everybody long time no write. Fourth of July weekend was frikin awesome!!! I got to see Juvenile and STAIND in concert, speaking of which it really is a small world out there. I met the third Wierenga sister out at the staind concert and chatted up with her about RUSS' and exactly how much Marion sucks. Anywho I'm stuck out on a float right now and I'll be back on Oahu on the 23rd but I'm not done with my operation until the 25th. Also if you pay attention to the news it looks like I might get to see some combat after all! If this Korea situation explodes my unit will be on the tip of the spear. EXCITING! Maybe I'm just a sick freak, to enjoy others pain like that, however that's the way Marines are trained. Trained to shoot the enemy before he shoots me.

Rifleman's Creed

          This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than the enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will. My rifle and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, or the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit.

My rifle is human, even as I am human, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other.

Before God I swear this creed. My rifle and I are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy. But Peace!

God Bless America!

Currently Listening With Teeth By Nine Inch Nails see related

Hey Hey-hey! Okay, now for those of you who care I'm still on Xanga, however for those of you who don't use it that often but still want to talk to me I do have a myspace only it's IrishMarine0656 or URL chuggernaut_usmc. Whatever. Onwards to battle.

Story time!

  So there we are out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean appx. 100 miles of the coast of Oahu, when the navy (notice the lower case on the 'n', that means they aren't that important.) had at least two major water valves burst belowdecks. So they called this command 'General Quarters', this means that everybody not actively participating in the drill has to go back to their rack and stay there for accountability reasons. Well my fellow Marines and I all thought this was just a practice drill, so we didn't realize that in  reality we were sinking. Unbeknownst to us the comm center was typing out abandon ship orders while we were sitting around smoking and joking. Way to die, huh? It's a good thing that I know how to swim...

oh, yeah Sarah... That is such a F'ing sweet shirt!

Quote of the day: 'You're early for the fish. The fish are not till tomorrow. Come back tomorrow, it'll be a bloodbath.' -My friend Chad

Alrighty then story time. So the only night I had libo in San Diego was crazy. Here's my friend Pitt's story:

 Pitt left our group of ten Marines early on to go drinking on his own. After several hours of  doing that he decided to go back to our ship so he decided to walk back from downtown San Diego. Well Pitt having no familiar surroundings at all ended up walking for several hours, crossing the Coronado Bridge four times passing out on a ramp of the Marriott parking structure, went to the airport, around the Depot, into suburbia, and then  finally called a cab.