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We were excited and saddened at the same time. For we were going to do what they had joined the US Army to do. Many of these soldiers also went off to war. They will never be the same again. Nor will I.  Many, I have come across claim the Pentagon was an inside job by our government. Once again, this comes from civilians who have never served. In all these conspiracy theories they discount one thing. That is the loss of human life. Could they have the gall to say such things to a child losing their father? There were also conspiracy theorists during   Pearl Harbor .   Michael Moore's # Fahrenheit911   stated that the   US  didn’t send troops to   Afghanistan   till Mid October. That’s a lie. I remember the 54 th   sent a team attached to a Special Forces unit around September 20. They made Sergeant school (PLDC) shorter to send troops. One of these was my squad leader. The training mission to   Egypt   was almost cancelled. An army buddy from   Korea , William Crouse,

The special education kid who was never thought to amount to much was the only one out of his home town to be of service in a time and event that ignited the War on Terrorism. Within the first couple days at the Pentagon ( Fort Meyer ), I bought an American flag from the px (postal exchange). It was smaller than the one my sergeant gave me when I was in Korea -that one was the size of the flag put on the coffin. The one I bought was the size people use on their home flag pole. It was big enough to sleep under, as a blanket. A couple years earlier, I saw one of my peers, PFC Pickering,  use an American flag as a blanket . That happened at Fort Leonard Wood Missouri.  My peers and superiors thought I was desecrating the flag. I thought I was being patriotic to a country that had given me so much. What else to be comforted by? When I bought the flag,  I realized that the US Army gave me another chance at life. I cried when I took the Oath of Enlistment the first time when I

I went with the second team on September 13, 2001. Took us all day to get our supplies, check our trucks, refrigeration units, and the briefings.  All along the while soldiers, who were on there way out of the army for their misbehavior, were spreading the rumor that WWIII was going to start by the end of the week. Before we left Fort Lee a two star general told us how important we were. We rode on a nice bus. The kind with movie screens in the seats and everywhere. Remember watching Remember The Titans . We were anxious to finally be able to do our jobs. Many of us had never done our job because there was no great war. We all gasped when we saw the American flag covering the hole in the Pentagon. Specialist Pickering put it best when he said “How am I supposed to feel there’s a hole in the brain of the military?” They sent in the Honor Guard. They wear the Washington Monument on the patch on their shoulder. Word went around quick that they couldn’t handle it. We took over O

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After returning from a deployment from the Balkans I had ten thousand dollars in my bank account. Sometime in July 2001, with half of that I purchased a 2000 Chevrolet Cavalier. Less than a month later, Virginia Beach police officers had their lights in my eyes, “Sir you been drinking tonight?” I had been drinking all day and swimming in the ocean. I was doomed… I had taken my room mate to go on a booty call. Some chick he met on the phone. A friend of ours from third platoon came with us. He had another soldiers I D card that looked a lot like him. “Hello sir,” so polite to the police. Louder than my rants of “Izzzeaghhh notttt evaghn drrrrinkkkkeen.” “I can drive sir.” “Where’s your license ?” “Left it.” Five minutes, that seemed like five hours, later he convinced the Virginia Beach policemen to let us take a cab.  We took a cab to get my room mate so he could drive my car back to the hotel. There was some sort of foot race the following day. My car would have been towe

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Excerpt from This Oldman  inspired from death of my grandfather  © 2001 In those beds the patients were living to get better, or living to die to get better. they had their own worms and insects. only difference was that these worms and insects weren't from the earth; they were from life supporting machines. Mechanical insects injecting all the means of artificial nutrients. worms going through their veins to hydrate them, worms going thru' their respiratory system so they could breathe. their was no dirt to keep them warm; merely a wool blanket had to do. The egss or feces that laid in the corpses orifices were the pills: antibiotics and painkillers.      due to the hostilities of the war the nurses were under supplied to help a great majority who came in. Due to the great number even their beds were made out of any resource that was available: bundles of dirty clothes, field desks, or litters. many times the same litters that they came in on alive were the same lit

Took me another 76 hours to get to Gulfport . Got a taxi and went straight to the hospital. Stayed by his bedside. As soon as I had an opportunity I started drinking. That opportunity was my grandmother lending me her car. It was like it was when I came back from Army A.I.T. I started drinking to get myself to make up for time without alcohol. Stayed drunk at his deathbed. His nurses gave me the most despicable looks. One even confronted me. Said she thought I was drinking because of Mardi Grass; but that was three days ago. Went to the Army recruiter office begging to get help because my superiors were telling me I had to go back to the Balkans. A recruiter told me, “You stink.” I think my grand father knew. One day being half asleep and seeing him sit up in his bed. When I opened my eyes he was still laying on his bed. I pondered if his mind was getting stronger as his body was failing. I so much wanted him to get better. I remember during buzzes that I had I would give him

 I spent so much time  establishing an escape from reality through my writing..My fantasy world was always intact as I forced myself to notice events as being not by coincidence. These events were  delusional and were created by me to prove my importance, my identity. I continued to work on my novella This Oldman. Haven’t put it out yet. The story is about a mortuary affairs team who were forced into deadly combat by a deranged colonel. Much of it was inspired by a dubbed cassette tape of the Misfits that I found in my mom’s garage apartment. That’s why there are so many one liners of Misfits songs in the work. The work was also inspired by Kosovo war. There was a truck cemetery in the middle of the base. It was a convoy that was destroyed during the war. Through out the work there are many periods, 7 specifically. At the time I believed myself to be casting spells. The work is also about coming of age, when I returned to a comfort of home I’d be unrecognizable. Two years late

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