Current US Military

[Okeefenokee]

Piss bottles are kind of a must in tent city, dude. Who wants to get up and walk all the way to the latrine tent across camel spiders and scorpions in the middle of the night?

Just dispose of them in the morning. Don't get caught. They are really opposed to piss bottles for some reason. Instant LOR.

Yeah, he had a stockpile. Ruined it for everyone. Same with spit bottles. One guy spills one or gets caught with a stash of them, and no more spit bottles for anyone.

We didn't live in tent city, though. We drove out to the border, coiled the trucks, threw out the wire, and had a new home. We built up from there as more people came in, but at first it was freedom. We took over an abandoned airfield, and slept in the hangars. Taking a piss meant walking outside and pissing in the trench. We could wake up in the morning, and light up a smoke still in our cot.

No females were allowed with us because of the austere conditions, but there was one civilian affairs chick with us. We washed our uniforms in wash tubs and hung them to dry. Her hanging her non-regulation panties out to dry in front of all of us didn't help anything.

Once the t-walls and hesco barriers were in place, the brass all moved in, and shit got gay real fast. Making us stand in formation every chance they could when we were getting rocket attacks daily. Someone ended up taking a shit in the SCO's shower, it was fun.

We managed to get out of there and set up camp out in the swamp. Night time ambushes on the hajis bringing in canoes from Iran full of liquor, drugs, porn, and sometimes weapons. Iraqis would come running to us excited as shit when they saw a boar. We'd go out and kill it, dress it, and grill it, and they liked the spectacle.

Prisoner hand-offs to the IA and seeing them stomp the ever loving dog shit out of rapists and thieves. We'd have to be good boys and not abuse them, but as soon as the IA had them it was buttstocks to the face for everyone, just so they had their attention.

Looking out across the marsh at Iran on the other side, after a day of trying to teach the Iraqis about the concept of a checkpoint and getting no fucking where, and my senior scout saying, "When the Iranians come across here they are gonna roll right over these fuckers."

Memories.

[Speaker to Animals]

Air Force tent city would have been fucking paradise to you. Our hooches had power and air conditioning. Civil engineers ran cable out to each hooch. We had televisions and PlayStations in there. Some unknown group had a still.

There were still cobras, scorpions, and giant attacking lizards, though.

And temps on the flight line went over 130F because of the radiating heat from the concrete.

[SuburbanFarmer]

Prisoner hand-offs to the IA and seeing them stomp the ever loving dog shit out of rapists and thieves. We'd have to be good boys and not abuse them, but as soon as the IA had them it was buttstocks to the face for everyone, just so they had their attention.
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Nice. Must’ve given you a little chubby.

[Okeefenokee]

Air Force tent city would have been fucking paradise to you. Our hooches had power and air conditioning. Civil engineers ran cable out to each hooch. We had televisions and PlayStations in there. Some unknown group had a still.

There were still cobras, scorpions, and giant attacking lizards, though.

The way I'm remembering it is not true to how it was. It sucked, but that fades with time.

Our first month was on a little outpost on route tampa. We had internet, and hot food. One two hour patrol every other day. One one hour guard tower duty every other day. There was even pussy and STDs going around, but I wasn't that lucky. Sergeant playboy gave the clap to all three chicks on the COP, even the fat one.

Our change of mission came in, and our senior scout told us we didn't know how good we had it, but we were fixin' to find out.

I drew the short straw and went home for R&R in month two. It was a long road after that.

[Okeefenokee]

Prisoner hand-offs to the IA and seeing them stomp the ever loving dog shit out of rapists and thieves. We'd have to be good boys and not abuse them, but as soon as the IA had them it was buttstocks to the face for everyone, just so they had their attention.
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Nice. Must’ve given you a little chubby.

Is this where I'm supposed to shed a tear for the poor downtrodden criminals? Fuck off with that noise.

There's an experience that I will try to convey, but nothing I can write can compare to experiencing it.

The electricity in Iraq turns off at night. The land is so flat you can understand people thinking the world is flat. When you're out at night, and you can see the lights from hundreds of villages spread out around you for miles, and then all at once, everything goes dark, it hits you hard. The world turns off.

I was a gunner up in the turret, higher than anyone else, so I could see farther than anyone else in the truck, and I watched the world turn off every night. It was a nightly reminder of their status.

I took hundreds of photos, but I lost almost all of them. This is one of the few I still have,



Where I was, the most valuable possession was a water buffalo. Everywhere you went you saw mounds. Every available pile of buffalo shit was gathered, smashed into a patty, and added to the shit mound to dry. It was the only fuel they had to cook their food. If you've ever lived on nothing but MREs, you'll know what utter destruction they do to your digestive track. You're not supposed to live on them long term, and we had nothing but MREs for a year. We'd go into villages, and the locals would give us bread they cooked on buffalo shit, and even though I could taste the shit in the bread I was eating, I was grateful for something other than MREs.

Because there was no timber for building, houses were built out of mud or reeds. Wealthy villages had the manpower to make mud bricks. Poor tribes had to use grass reeds. Being a swamp, the only real estate was the few places that were out of the water, for poorer tribes that couldn't muscle their way in to dry land, they only had the roads. Their roads were made of mud piled up so it was over the water, and the rainy season meant they washed away every year. One day you'd drive down a road at a snail's pace weaving in and out of grass huts, and the next day you'd come through after a storm, and all that was left of the tribe's village was reeds scattered across the ground.

So, do I have a problem with the Iraqi army going conan the barbarian on rapists and thieves in a populace where the last thing they need is someone trying to make things harder than they already are?

Not one fucking bit.

[C-Mag]

Piss bottles are kind of a must in tent city, dude. Who wants to get up and walk all the way to the latrine tent across camel spiders and scorpions in the middle of the night?

Just dispose of them in the morning. Don't get caught. They are really opposed to piss bottles for some reason. Instant LOR.

I still owe one MF. We were on a several hours long bus ride and I needed a piss bottle and the fucker punched a couple holes in it before he handed it to me.

Fucker got me good.

[SuburbanFarmer]

Prisoner hand-offs to the IA and seeing them stomp the ever loving dog shit out of rapists and thieves. We'd have to be good boys and not abuse them, but as soon as the IA had them it was buttstocks to the face for everyone, just so they had their attention.
.

Nice. Must’ve given you a little chubby.

Is this where I'm supposed to shed a tear for the poor downtrodden criminals? Fuck off with that noise.

There's an experience that I will try to convey, but nothing I can write can compare to experiencing it.

The electricity in Iraq turns off at night. The land is so flat you can understand people thinking the world is flat. When you're out at night, and you can see the lights from hundreds of villages spread out around you for miles, and then all at once, everything goes dark, it hits you hard. The world turns off.

I was a gunner up in the turret, higher than anyone else, so I could see farther than anyone else in the truck, and I watched the world turn off every night. It was a nightly reminder of their status.

I took hundreds of photos, but I lost almost all of them. This is one of the few I still have,



Where I was, the most valuable possession was a water buffalo. Everywhere you went you saw mounds. Every available pile of buffalo shit was gathered, smashed into a patty, and added to the shit mound to dry. It was the only fuel they had to cook their food. If you've ever lived on nothing but MREs, you'll know what utter destruction they do to your digestive track. You're not supposed to live on them long term, and we had nothing but MREs for a year. We'd go into villages, and the locals would give us bread they cooked on buffalo shit, and even though I could taste the shit in the bread I was eating, I was grateful for something other than MREs.

Because there was no timber for building, houses were built out of mud or reeds. Wealthy villages had the manpower to make mud bricks. Poor tribes had to use grass reeds. Being a swamp, the only real estate was the few places that were out of the water, for poorer tribes that couldn't muscle their way in to dry land, they only had the roads. Their roads were made of mud piled up so it was over the water, and the rainy season meant they washed away every year. One day you'd drive down a road at a snail's pace weaving in and out of grass huts, and the next day you'd come through after a storm, and all that was left of the tribe's village was reeds scattered across the ground.

So, do I have a problem with the Iraqi army going conan the barbarian on rapists and thieves in a populace where the last thing they need is someone trying to make things harder than they already are?

Not one fucking bit.

Assuming that they're actually rapists and thieves, sure. I'd help you kick their teeth in.

Assuming.

[Smitty-48]

Team America World Police up in here.

[Okeefenokee]

Piss bottles are kind of a must in tent city, dude. Who wants to get up and walk all the way to the latrine tent across camel spiders and scorpions in the middle of the night?

Just dispose of them in the morning. Don't get caught. They are really opposed to piss bottles for some reason. Instant LOR.

I still owe one MF. We were on a several hours long bus ride and I needed a piss bottle and the fucker punched a couple holes in it before he handed it to me.

Fucker got me good.

[Okeefenokee]

Team America World Police up in here.

^^^stolen valor.

Take off my uniform.