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Go me for not really getting much sleep Sat afternoon before company arrived. I DID try to lay down but I think the 2 & half cups of coffee I had at work previously kept me wired. Didn't even feel overly cranky or groggy during the rest of the day either.
Overall it was good to see Glen, Vicki and the kids. This time they had Vicki's nieces along since they are living with them till May. Their ages ranged from 11,6,& 4 while Glen and V's kids are in their teens now so you barely heard much of a peep from them *lol*
Vicki actually talked to me more about Glen being over in Iraq. For as long as I known Glen, he was never really much of a talker and bubba has known Glen for a very long time so he might be different around him (though I doubt it). Before I touch base with all that, I'll just get the kid thing out of the way.
People always want to know why I don't want kids. But people just don't know nor understand. Hell, even I'M trying to understand this myself. Its like AAHHHH!!! Am I excreting something from my body that makes me a kid magnet? *pries munchkins from legs* It didn't take long for the little ones to take to me right away, almost like a lost shadow at times. Poor cats didn't know what to make of them being around, the kids wouldn't stop following them nearly everywhere they went till Vicki had to keep telling them to leave the cats alone. *laughs* Though that Sat night, I sat on the floor when we were watching tv and the oldest niece asked if she could brush my hair, not long after all 3 girls were arguing who was going to do it and who asked first *sighs* So the youngest ones either laid down near my side or half leaned on me. @____@;;; Those kids are something else though *lol*
Sunday evening long after they left, bubba was like "you hear that?" Which I hadn't a clue what he meant at first then started laughing. "No sounds of kids, so peaceful now." And I swore I saw both cats dancing a jig in the hallway for their happiness. *snickers*
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Regarding Glen, the military, & the war: he was in Baghdad for a good bit of time, not quite sure how long he was there when they'd switch out to go back to the Iraq side of things. If I recall, I think Vicki said he was out there overall for 16 months, then of course they kept dicking them around by giving false dates when they could go home. (I learned from my time in on not taking anyone's word till its official, why get ppl's hopes up for??) When he did get home, he was so restless he couldn't stay in bed for any long period of time to get some good sleep. Said that he'd get up after sleeping for an hr or so and look for things to keep busy. It wasn't till Vicki put her foot down and made sure he got the rest and time he needed. He's just now slowly getting over it. Reason for that is it sounds like they had to work 13hrs a day with very little time for small breaks. I guess it also doesn't help considering Glen's job is a tank/vehicle mechanic so I can imagine them having to be on their toes to get everything in working order.
He also gave bubba a disc of pics that he took and I'm sure were exchanged amongst other soldiers that took pics. Bubba and I sat and looked through some of them though it was making me sick to my stomach. I kid you not, the gruesome scenes were something you'd see from Rotten.com::
- (the majority of all of this is from the other side except the hole near the camp) brain matter, blood, limbs missing from dead Iraqis and whomever elses bodies, split open heads, bodies shot up, burnt bodies from car bombs, a mortar hole a few feet away from their camp and lord knows what else that we haven't seen yet. Some pics from the "boneyard" (meaning the junkyard they take blown up or damaged vehicles) were our Humvees with bullet holes shot all over it and inside you can see some blood either on the seats or on the windows *shudders*
End of that stuff for now unless we see anything else different with the other pics.
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At least Glen has about 3 more yrs till retirement and its just so hard to believe that so much time has gone by. Bubba would be in the same bracket as Glen if he would've stayed in since at the time he served 10yrs. Though now a days, it doesn't even pay to be retired from the military.
When I think about how bubba and Glen met, it makes me laugh though its kinda freaky. They met each other in basic training, have the same MOS (their jobs), went to AIT together, got stationed at Ft.Bragg and in the same unit/company, both went to the Gulf War, later both got orders for Germany though this time they were split one was on one side of the country and one on the other though it seems they weren't too far apart to visit. Then came Bosnia, then back to the US where Glen was stationed in Ft.Hood (how I met Glen since we were in the same unit but different companies) and bubba was thinking about getting out of the military. He changed his mind and wanted to be stationed close to his home so they gave him Ft.Hood whereas Glen and bubba met up again (and then me ^_^) Now THAT is friendship if I say so myself.
And thats all I can dump out from my brain for now, have to catch up on housework and spare you guys from my rambling. :p
Overall it was good to see Glen, Vicki and the kids. This time they had Vicki's nieces along since they are living with them till May. Their ages ranged from 11,6,& 4 while Glen and V's kids are in their teens now so you barely heard much of a peep from them *lol*
Vicki actually talked to me more about Glen being over in Iraq. For as long as I known Glen, he was never really much of a talker and bubba has known Glen for a very long time so he might be different around him (though I doubt it). Before I touch base with all that, I'll just get the kid thing out of the way.
People always want to know why I don't want kids. But people just don't know nor understand. Hell, even I'M trying to understand this myself. Its like AAHHHH!!! Am I excreting something from my body that makes me a kid magnet? *pries munchkins from legs* It didn't take long for the little ones to take to me right away, almost like a lost shadow at times. Poor cats didn't know what to make of them being around, the kids wouldn't stop following them nearly everywhere they went till Vicki had to keep telling them to leave the cats alone. *laughs* Though that Sat night, I sat on the floor when we were watching tv and the oldest niece asked if she could brush my hair, not long after all 3 girls were arguing who was going to do it and who asked first *sighs* So the youngest ones either laid down near my side or half leaned on me. @____@;;; Those kids are something else though *lol*
Sunday evening long after they left, bubba was like "you hear that?" Which I hadn't a clue what he meant at first then started laughing. "No sounds of kids, so peaceful now." And I swore I saw both cats dancing a jig in the hallway for their happiness. *snickers*
~*~*~
Regarding Glen, the military, & the war: he was in Baghdad for a good bit of time, not quite sure how long he was there when they'd switch out to go back to the Iraq side of things. If I recall, I think Vicki said he was out there overall for 16 months, then of course they kept dicking them around by giving false dates when they could go home. (I learned from my time in on not taking anyone's word till its official, why get ppl's hopes up for??) When he did get home, he was so restless he couldn't stay in bed for any long period of time to get some good sleep. Said that he'd get up after sleeping for an hr or so and look for things to keep busy. It wasn't till Vicki put her foot down and made sure he got the rest and time he needed. He's just now slowly getting over it. Reason for that is it sounds like they had to work 13hrs a day with very little time for small breaks. I guess it also doesn't help considering Glen's job is a tank/vehicle mechanic so I can imagine them having to be on their toes to get everything in working order.
He also gave bubba a disc of pics that he took and I'm sure were exchanged amongst other soldiers that took pics. Bubba and I sat and looked through some of them though it was making me sick to my stomach. I kid you not, the gruesome scenes were something you'd see from Rotten.com::
- (the majority of all of this is from the other side except the hole near the camp) brain matter, blood, limbs missing from dead Iraqis and whomever elses bodies, split open heads, bodies shot up, burnt bodies from car bombs, a mortar hole a few feet away from their camp and lord knows what else that we haven't seen yet. Some pics from the "boneyard" (meaning the junkyard they take blown up or damaged vehicles) were our Humvees with bullet holes shot all over it and inside you can see some blood either on the seats or on the windows *shudders*
End of that stuff for now unless we see anything else different with the other pics.
~*~*~
At least Glen has about 3 more yrs till retirement and its just so hard to believe that so much time has gone by. Bubba would be in the same bracket as Glen if he would've stayed in since at the time he served 10yrs. Though now a days, it doesn't even pay to be retired from the military.
When I think about how bubba and Glen met, it makes me laugh though its kinda freaky. They met each other in basic training, have the same MOS (their jobs), went to AIT together, got stationed at Ft.Bragg and in the same unit/company, both went to the Gulf War, later both got orders for Germany though this time they were split one was on one side of the country and one on the other though it seems they weren't too far apart to visit. Then came Bosnia, then back to the US where Glen was stationed in Ft.Hood (how I met Glen since we were in the same unit but different companies) and bubba was thinking about getting out of the military. He changed his mind and wanted to be stationed close to his home so they gave him Ft.Hood whereas Glen and bubba met up again (and then me ^_^) Now THAT is friendship if I say so myself.
And thats all I can dump out from my brain for now, have to catch up on housework and spare you guys from my rambling. :p
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and never beleive the hype that they don't put women in battle situations. ^_-
What did they make you do?
Thats one thing I don't really recall talking to hubby about is the Gulf regarding what all he did and such. He also vol. for Panama when that conflict was going on.
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Now we were assigned to the Red Sea but because officer's [O-3 or below] were for whatever reason in low supply [I was a YN1 ] some of us were transferred for a period of time to what we considered 'lessor functions'. For some reason they think Marines can't handle their own admin so most gorund units were assigned a junior officer, a yeoman, a storekeeper, a boatswain mate, and a machinery technician-personally I think Marines do just fine without us- so I resented being sent outside of Basra. My resentment got worse when they actually expected us to stand watch at least once a duty a rotation; my arrogance on one occasion got me shot [in through the pubis out through the coccyx] so I have a craptastic scar now that completely ruins the look of my ass where the crack starts 0_0.
Despite my snotty attitude about Marines [I was used to dealing with their spouses stateside: yes, I was the jerk you had to deal with when you needed a medical claim taken care of ^_^] I managed to meet some wonderful men whom I wouldn't have if I had been safe and sound on the Arcadia. ^_-
Is your husband in the military?
Yeah being a woman is much more difficult especially if you're uptight. 0_o. I tolerated profanity and the like, but I did draw the line at disrespect to my rank- but it was a common thing so I wasn't left with bad experiences. All I have to say is, thank God no one was around with a camera when I was over there- shit...we all did the Lindy at one time or another.
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Thats fucked up.
My ex-brother-in-law was a Marine so I know how some of them can be. I just pitited my poor sis who had to put up with the asshole (though I think the Marine's made him into more of an asshole than what he was before).
I also had Marine instructors in AIT as well as of course having Marines in our class too. I think they had their own area on base at AIT, sometimes we had to eat in their messhall if our side was closed.
Hubby was in the Army too, its how I met him (though we met in our barracks parking lot and our first date that night was to the auto parts store for my '67 Mustang *laughs*) He did 10 yrs before he decided to give it up and I did my 3yrs, both of our times were up in early '99 so that worked out pretty good.
So what was your rank say, in Army terms? I don't know the other branches ranks. I got out as a PFC though I was up for my SPC but since I was close to getting out, I decided to quit giving a fuck if I passed either my PT test or my weigh in.
And another dumb question, what is a Lindy?
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I am not that familiar with Army grades but I know when I got out was an E6. I had three years of college under my belt when I went in and busted my ass to advance every chance I got in the 2+ years there- and in the Navy this helps. In the Navy the more tests you pass in a vocational class like mine the higher up you go in a short period of time. ^_-
The Lindy? It's this sick thing I began doing at cons when someone wanted to take a pic - http://www.muslimwakeup.com/mainarchive/images/iraq-prisoner-abuse-300.jpg If this offends you, I apologize- it started when someone wanted to take my pic at a con recently with a Gakt cosplayer and I said wait, let me do the Lindy- of course I got a rash of groans for my ignorance. Oh well, wouldn't be the first time. >_>