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[03 Mar 2005|07:37am] |
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i have escaped Iraq with my body unscathed. i must beg for forgiveness i failed to kill a single terrorist for your guys (CJ, Ryan, Neil).
I should be at the house by the 16 so I will be looking for people to socialize with
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| good golly and update |
[27 Dec 2004|08:15pm] |
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Black heart procession - stiched to my heart |
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what is this? all my friends are desperately in the clutches of Amore. Ryan? Landon? what happened with the simon pact? well so be it at least i will hold up my end.
yes i am still alive and i am nearing the end of my stay in this filthy country. i hope i can catch up on what i have missed.
pirate i be till the blood in me veins turn blue. Cap'n Hello Kitty McClusky (me new pirate handle)
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| i'll be back |
[18 Sep 2004|10:03am] |
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Well come Tuesday I am off to iraq. So I just thought I would give you all my best wishes before I depart. God bless you all see you in several months.
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| Last ride |
[07 Sep 2004|10:28pm] |
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This evening I broke out my trusty steed for one last ride. A very solitarily beautiful one into the sinking sun. It was so vibrant. The puffy clouds dowsed in pale pink light drew me to ride down a lonely desert road that had only one destination. The heart of the falling sun, who’s celestial flames coated the trains that rattled down their somber steel tracks. The further I journeyed the faster the sun began to slip from my evening and into someone's morning a world away. The colors were being gently drawn back from the darkening clouds leaving me with only a horizon of brilliant pooling light taken from the sorrowful clouds then like a sheet slipping from a naked bed it was gone. Leaving only it’s memory and a hollow man racing along the side locomotives to an unwritten future. Certain of only one thing, his heart and in whose hands it rests.
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| for those i love |
[13 Jul 2004|06:40pm] |
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I never realized how much I missed my republican brothers till I had to get in my truck and drive down a naked high way to begin a new leg in my journey through an armed forces adventure of sacrifice and hard learned lessons one that will once again strip me of all I hold dear (Ryan, Neil, CJ, Gav, Landon, Nathan, Jake, American steel, Nick, Tommy, and of course the spiciest girl eve. If I forgot any one it’s only because I don’t care about you or your Mexican… or fourteen).I can only hope that my going will bring gas prices down and put the breed of muslims that explode into early graves before they can harm any one who bleeds red white and blue. Because after all I am in the United States Army not the save all the third world countries army. It is just a shame that some liberal faggot chose Ryan’s personal entry to demonstrate the completeness of his communist brain washing
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| note book 2 |
[26 Jun 2004|05:46pm] |
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As for love... Well I fear that my heart falls too quickly into it's grasp
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[28 May 2004|02:19pm] |
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the cure |
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It's about damn time. i will once again be a civilian well at least for a while. on the third of june my feet will touch american soil for the first time in a year. i just hope i can catch up with every one.
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| Righteous homicide |
[09 Apr 2004|07:31pm] |
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Doing fine under 2 months from my deros aka leaving the ROK, and do I know where I am going… well yes and no. no in that I haven’t any orders as to my next duty station and yes in that where ever it is it will be either currently deployed to Iraq or will shortly be deploying to Iraq. All I know is that when I go I better be given the chance to kill one of those muslim fucks. If you need me to justify my desire to kill some mothers son, well then it is you who is the infidel.
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[02 Apr 2004|11:02pm] |
i hate what i have become all i have is some booze and one kick ass car well maybe i don't hate what i have become. i am soo fucked up that i am seeing straight. i love pain and heart break steph left me and more power too her i am nothing more than a dead end road. sure it is a good time but where does it end up that is right no where.
i sit her in my room drunk as fuck offf red bull and vodka wishing for a soft touch of a woman’s hand but all i have is the cure. thank you my fellow Smith
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[29 Mar 2004|05:25pm] |
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I am sore and sick
work has burned me out and so did the 4 mile run this morning
perhaps I just love being miserable. Well at least I am good at it.
I think that if I get extended here in this shit hole. I am not going to come home. I will just go to Japan and breakdance
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[23 Mar 2004|08:58pm] |
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holly bejezus batman!!! how i despise the field. all that playing army isn't as cool as it looks on tv. In fact it is down right miserable. pulling guard duty for five hours in the cold of the Korean night. bone chilling cold so cold that you no longer feel temperature just pain you can't think of any thing but the cold. there are not words to articulate what it is like. except for maybe slavery...
but soon enough i will be in the sweltering heat of home but the heat of iraq will not be as comforting to look forward to.
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| An all time low |
[16 Feb 2004|10:28am] |
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Last night there was such a lack of activates that I stooped to watching a Korean ballet. It was very mesmerizing. All the costumes and painted faces performing their elegant dances but left me feeling emasculated. Only 3 ½ months before I get away from this place. Thank you God!
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| Valentines Night |
[14 Feb 2004|09:17pm] |
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In the subway I slept in the secure company of strangers. Awoken to a sense of wonderment. Every thing surged with bustling silence. My eyes lit on one visage then another. They fell upon an aged woman whispering gossip to an unseen conspirator. Then on a young girl who’s plump face seemed to pucker as if she just bit into a lemon or maybe it was just the bitterness life. Once again my eyes began to skip from human to object then back again to a ripened old man who was taking in all the sorrow of the news paper that sat upon his heart. His eyes seemed as if they struggled to stem the coming flood of tears that were dammed behind his maturity. The train’s lights flickered as the car swayed. Curious my eyes found a more familiar warmth in the window. An elderly child thousands of miles from home all alone cut off by language and twisted fate reflected back at me but instead of a frown his lips curled at the corners ever so slightly and there was anticipation written in his eyes as he wandered what the next stop would hold.
Zachary (infatuated by the redolence of the future) Smith
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| only one thing better |
[07 Feb 2004|07:25pm] |
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Kick ass day. Just what I needed. A day off with relaxation being the only item on the agenda. I rose at 0900 ya that is still early the army fucked my sleep habits up but it gives me more of a day to work with. I expended the majority of my day in front of this liquid crystal display stroking the keys in the most entertaining conversations indeed the company was good through a day that culminated in an orgy of flavor as I and my closest friends engorged on delicious do it your self Korean food. Oooh don’t be fooled it is extremely cold but the journey was worth it. Now I am in a great mood listening to gangsta rap pimp’n the side ways john deere hat and sipping rice bevrage.
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| home (sic) |
[25 Jan 2004|11:32am] |
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I have been on this peninsula for far too long. It struck me hard when I turned on the tv and was browsing through the Korean channels and the first channel that I crossed was playing a movie and with in a matter of seconds I told Shannon the title of the movie. Even though it was in a different language. Hell I even owned the movie. I cant wait to experience the culture shock I am going to have when I get home. To think you can just tell the waitress at the restraint what you want and she will bring you what you asked for and when you are finished you don’t have to argue about the bill or point to the menu and gesture to communicate what it was that you consumed. In this country if you don’t like tomatoes just take them off your self don’t even bother trying to order it with out tomatoes it is just more of a hassle. My favorite part of eating out in this country is when you say some thing and they repeat it. You could spend an hour saying the same thing and having quoted back in a different accent. “and a soda. Soda? Yes soda. Soda? Soda. Soda? (scratching their head with the most perplexed look contortable by the human face) So da. Soda? Never mind I will just have sojue(sic). OHHHH sojue(sp).
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| ummmm delicious |
[17 Dec 2003|03:03pm] |
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Man America doesn’t have any thing on Korea when it comes to noodle soup. My taste buds celebrate the moment that the tasty paste extrudes from the packet on to the dainty noodles. The best part they don’t leave you wanting more. So there is a use for this country after all. If only the rest of my day was as good as my lunch. It is supposed to be my day off because I had charge of quarters yesterday and that is a 24 hour gig but because the only time the troop medical clinic could get me in for the second part of my flight physical was today I reluctantly went for my probing. It was the usual blood pressure heart rate ekg testicular fondling but now that I am comprehensively violated I think I shall sleep. I pray that my dreams don’t repeat the days events.
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| not forgotten |
[15 Dec 2003|08:10pm] |
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Nathan… hell ya you are indeed a great bud. Who else could I use as a copilot when I am jumping my truck in the park after dark with no headlights or when I am chasseing after a bunch of egg throwing jocks with a vigilant mob cleaning for dear life in the bed of my 4x4 and how about the time Jake’s head shattered my window who was in the passengers seat? Damn right it was you. I just wish we hung out more those 2 weeks I was home before I came to Korea. I think the most fun was when we had that big golf club case in the park and you would steal it from me and I would run after you screaming “somebody stop him he just stole my virginity”
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| Captain stink panties McGee |
[14 Dec 2003|10:58am] |
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Wedding? Is it going to be at the ammo barn because I here that they give newly weds a discount on shotgun shells. Not only that what could be more romantic than a shotgun wedding.
Hey I miss you too man I am the only crazy person here… ok there are a few others but it all due to excessive use of illicit drugs. Not me though I AM JUST HIGH ON JESUS!!! I will be home in June but I am hearing some frightening news about extensions. I hope I am skipped because I don’t want to spend an extra 3 days in this bitch let alone 3 months. Did you hear that my parents moved out to Maricopa. The house looks great but it is too far from town. It will be strange going home to a new home entirely but at least there won’t be pt at six in the morning.
Talk to you later officer (ooohhhh God not the mace again)
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| fuck change |
[14 Aug 2003|03:39am] |
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well i am imprisoned for five more years and change. that is not the worst thing. it is like Mr. Carston always said (groin exposed and in a tearful whisper) " Relation ships are all that matters in this life." Even so i still throw away some of the great friends i once had just because i can't deal with their views. this maybe my last entry on this shit. ha now i rember why i never kept a journal. because life doesn't happen in the past. besides writeing this shit only serves to make me want to return to the summer days of the past where my biggest consern was i am bored Ryan lets rent a game( shit we beat bolders gate alredy). yester day i could almost taste those days. it was hot and the way the sun beat down upon my neonazi shaved head made me think of all those times i spent hours just wallowing in the pool. now every one is all grown up and i feal as though i missed out on some thing. too many missed opprotunities to count but fuck it i can't do any thing about it now.
i meet new people here every day but still there are no friends as good as you and Neil. i hope i get to see you fuckers in january. you guys are kick ass i would gladly take a bullet for you bitches. hell you and i have threatened to kill people together and fuck neil lossed his viriginity in my house.
may your seas be fair and the wind always at your back
Zachary (his blasphomes soul be saved) Smith
fuck it i was going to spell check this shit but frankly my dear i don't give a damn
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| what the hell |
[18 Jul 2003|01:55am] |
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Doors - People are strange |
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Why were there so many wienerfests when i was around but now i am gone and the ladies come out of the woodwork. Don't worry thought i will keep the sausageparty alive the biggest one of all here at camp manly (name derived from total lack of female genitalia in the vicinity of post).
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