TC the Terrible NOW Saber Squelch

How do I know that it’s Sunday?  Because at staff call yesterday the Chaplain told us that today would be Sunday and that all of us needed to be at 0900 services.  The Old Man backed him up, so this morning we’re all going to church.   That’s the way it works in the Army.

There’s free coffee at church too.  Which is another great reason to go.  Speaking of free coffee (notice the subtle segue) Green Bean Coffee is the main coffee house here in Southwest Asia.  They have a program called A Cup of Joe for a Joe (click here) that sends free coffee to troops that sign up.  Some of our guys are getting two and three free cups a week.  You might be surprised at how big a deal that is.  Not the coffee so much as the fact that someone was thinking about us.  It’s only two bucks.  Give it a try.

Not much else going on here.  The elections are hours away and all seems good on that front.

Take care, and go to church today.

Saber Squelch out.

Clearly it’s safer in Iraq than at my last office.

Some ass clown took a couple of shots at Pentagon Security Force (rent-a-cops) last night and they fucked his world up.  He was a bad shot, barely grazing them, and they were good shots.  Ass clown is in critical condition and NO by standers were hit.  Pretty amazing stuff since the Metro entrance at that time of night has a couple of hundred people moving thru it.

It was only a matter of time before someone tried a dick weed stunt like this.  Hopefully the other idiots were watching.  Of course no one in the building knew what was happening until it was all over.  Living like rats in a maze will do that to you.

Saber Squelch OUT.

Howdy,

For those of you counting I’ve been in Iraq for three full weeks now. Most of the time here has been tied up in the normal boring stuff of handing off from one command to another. My “left seat/right seat” took all of one morning. My counter part and I have spent the rest of the time trying not to get each other’s way. Not always the easiest thing to do for Type A personalities.

I’ve already made a day trip via Blackhawk from Taji to Balad. It was my first time in a Blackhawk. A decent enough ride but forgive me for being an old foggie – the Huey is still a better bird. While I was in Balad I ran into a fraternity brother and we had all of five minutes to catch up on ten years. After the elections I’m going to find an excuse to get back there so we can at least have lunch together. Funny how traveling in a war zone is easier than booking a ticket through DTS back at NGB. Here I just put in a request the day before I want to leave and when I get to the other end book a flight back before I walk out of the terminal. Too easy.

Speaking of which, there are a lot of things here that aren’t as difficult as you’d expect. I’ve got a private room (in a single wide trailer), Friday night is sea food night at the chow hall complete with crab legs and lobster, I get more channels on my television than I did growing up, Skype lets me talk to the family from my room, and I don’t wear my body armor to and from the office. Yep, I’ve got an office instead of a foxhole. And my team is driving a 2008 Chevy Trail Blazer around post. This is not the war my drill sergeants used to warn me about.

The best part is total strangers have sent me cigars and cups of coffee. Well they’ve sent me cigars, and coupons for free coffee at the Green Beans Coffee here on post. Same thing.

I’ll attempt to write again, but in this age of short attention span and constant rushing around I’m more likely to update Facebook or Twitter and call it a day.

Take care.

Holy Jesus.

What the fuck?  I don’t know where to start with this one.  Big girl fetishes are ok, I mean to each their own and all that shit.  How in the Sam Hell does a 92 pound guy in his dad’s boxers expect to get any kind of traction with Andre’ the Giant’s kid sister?  Bitch can touch the top of the Motel 6 room!

I’m skipping breakfast breakfast because of this one.