You won't see this in the MSM

What the fuck do you want me to do, America? First you want me to fight the war, which entails killing people. Then when the wrong people get killed you want to send me to prison and make an example out of me so other soldiers will "fight more compassionately." I’m not about to lie down and die in a third world country where no one gives a fuck about democracy, much less the other tribe of Hajis down the road. If I can help it no one is standing in my way of coming home. The only positive thing about stop loss is that I’m going to be a lot more lethal knowing that I’m on expired time.

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Terrorizing the citizenry into compliance with twelve gauge rounds and using the Humvee as a battering ram... I once made a guy eat a shotgun barrel... I’ve seen many people beat up and generally abused and didn’t give two fucks. Hell, I encouraged it. All of it was done for a reason. And in my mind it was completely justified. But because it was justified doesn’t make it right by any means. For some reason all that fucks with my head more than watching my friends lie motionless in the streets of Iraq and pour out of a burning Humvee, on fire themselves.

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I've noticed lately I've been sleeping like shit. I'll get four hours of sleep and somehow manage to not pass out and wreck my car on the way into work at five in the morning. I'm a night person and always have been but this is ridiculous; you'd figure after a few days of minimal sleep I'd crash and burn and sleep about twelve hours in one night. Nope. I got more sleep in Iraq, for Christ's sake.

When you can't sleep you start thinking... a lot. Too much for my own good.

I think about whether I'm going to make it back from this deployment... the company has done two tours without anyone getting killed. I hate to say it... but, shit, I think in different terms than civilians and there's certain realities you simply have to face. You can't play dumb or pretend it doesn't exist... as they say, third time's the charm...

If I do make it back I wonder how fucked up in the head I'm going to be. Or whether I'll have all my limbs intact.

I think about whether I'm going to do something I'm going to regret. How bad my anger management is going to come back after Iraq. How long it's going to take me to readjust. You people have no idea how scared I am that the people closest to me won't recognize me when I come home.

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I think about how the Army is taking it's big green cock and sticking it in our ass. Someone please explain to me the sense in stop loss? 160,000 soldiers in Iraq and 10,000-some are stop lossed? Seven fucking percent. What. The. Fuck. Let me tell you something, America; I don't owe you SHIT. I've shed blood, sweat and tears for this country. And I'll continue to do so until the fucking idiot in charge decides to let me go on my merry way... but let's get one thing straight: I'm gunna be on expired time for thirteen months. I have friends who are already on expired time; they were supposed to be out of the Army a month ago, they're still here and we haven't even left yet. After I watch the day I'm supposed to get out pass me by on a calendar and go out on patrol the next day... I don't owe anybody anything. Nothing. I've paid my debt to king and country. Fuck you.

I think about whether my twelve month deployment that already got extended to fifteen months will get extended to eighteen months once they realize the US Army is BROKEN. You heard it here first, folks, from the horses mouth. We're fucking broken. And don't let anyone tell you different.

Read it.  What you see here is just the tip of the iceberg.  They're sending this guy back for a THIRD tour.  Without his consent.  He just has to go.  

It's here:

http://funwithhandgrenades.blogspot.com/