“I am a leaf on the wind….watch how I soar”
So hear I sit, half-a-world away from where I thought I would be at this time. My leave was scheduled for the May 27 but I am not stateside.
All leave and 4 day passes are hereby cancelled until further notice
If I had a hear left, it would be broken
Sean in the forefront, and myself towards the front of the Stryker vehicle, securing an airfield while on QRF in Daegu
What happens to that Stryker when an improvised explosive hits it - Tal Afar, Iraq
So yet another retired military General has decided to finally speak up and state, what is now, the obvious: The invasion of Iraq was a mistake.
The General first plows into the “zealots” in Washington, and finishes by giving a bit of detail about what lead up to the initial invasion. I say a “bit” because when you speak of the intelligence community, its many parts and the role it played in the invasion of Iraq…it can get a bit complicated.
In my opinion (and my opinion as it is here, has to be limited to what can be printed on the net) it lies in several important shifts in intelligence gathering - mainly, the militarization of such activities. Less emphasis is now given on strategic importance, and instead bows to the tactical wimbs of the man in charge of the Department of Defense. Operations…must be seperated from strategic intel. It is the only way that intelligence can remain truly objective…and valuable.
Me…failing to utilize proper muzzle awareness after hearing a loud ‘BOOM’ towards the front of our convoy
When I hear the words of a men who were in positions of power speaking out, it makes me feel a bit sad inside. It is good that you were able to see the foaming pile of B.S. that was spewing from a certain H.D.R’s mouth. But what can we really do about it now? We are stuck! I also question as to whether or not certain people objected as loud and as profusely as they could. If enough people are yelling “FIRE” at the same time…someone has to listen, right? Then again…perhaps I should remember the people making the decisons and not be surprised.
Dow we learn math to add the dead’s sum?/Subtract the weak ones/Count cash for great ones
We multiply, but divide the nations/Break down like fractions, send our sons away to die..
Do we learn science in defience of faith?/To make alliance with fakes, for an appliances sake?
We ask for the real, but make artifical intelligence/To make smarter kills of others presidents
Why do we learn history to fix stories for the guilty?/Make the angels looks filthy and the devils look milky?
If the victor writes the books, then what have we won?/Are we battleships of authorship, a rich man’s guns?
Do we learn to read to recieve the lies/to decieve the eyes from seeing between the lines?
We use words bring forth sticks and stones/to sing psalms of hate that fill the street with bones
Is a day job more than self-slavery?/When we’re locked watchin the clock impatiently
We sweat for the dollar bills, the checks and the creadit cards/But the dollare kills/breaks the necks of our inner hearts
If the police are role models for the righteuos/why does justice depend on guns and night sticks?
Mr. Officer, don’t punish me with brutality/These streets got me singin’ Marvin Gaye off-key
Why do we need church to get to heaven’s gates?/Can holy water quench the thirst of those whose fates
Started in the wrong place with the wrong face?/Can the poor and the hungry survive solely on grace?
Can this rap game, ever bring changes/When MCs would rather floss ccrosses than be saviors…
So I make my (not so triumphant) return to blogging. By simply writing this, I hope to dissolve the fears of any of my friends or family who may be wondering if any harm has come to me. I am fine, though I am starting to feel a tad flummoxed from bouncing from one time zone to another. The bottom line is, life is fairly stable for the moment. I have just returned from a brief stint in Thailand and relishing being back in the land of kimchee and tak kalbi.
I doubt that anyone has really been keeping up with this journal in my prolonged absence from it, but in that time, I feel as if I’ve undergone a wide degree of changes within myself. If I were to use the phrase “I’ve found myself”, it would sound trite and cliche. However, that is the best way I can think to describe my new mind state. The confusion I once had about the role I am currently playing, my past mistakes, my furture aspirations…none of this seems to plague me anymore. And dare I say it, I’m having fun! In fact, shortly after the above photo was taken, I somehow ended up on stage and dancing for 15 minutes or so, all of which ended up being shown on M-Net(Korea’s MTV). I guess I’m doing the opposite of what I was instructed to do (keep a low profile), yet, I no longer care.
Whereas in my past, I often felt the need to bite my tounge with my thoughts and at times, even feared what would happen if I spilled all that I thought on this journal, I now no longer fear any repercussions. The sad thing is, it seems to have taken so much loss for me to finally gain so much inside myself.
I have Hostage & Rescue school to attend in Quantico, VA and after that, I am taking a much needed vacation. I’ll see everyone (who is in GA) on May 27 and you can expect me to update with much more openess (though still observing rules of OPSEC) and frequency.
Burried in the basement floor of a prominent hotel in Hongje, I finally got to see DRUNKEN TIGER perform live.
4 movie clips I made with my camera…
-First Coming On Stage
-Performing ‘Liquor Shots’
-Forgot the name of the song…
-Another Performance
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