It's true. The sky isn't blue here; it's bleached.
Its Hot.
Yeah
I can say that, but I dont think any of you truly understand what that
means. I left this morning to go to a dental appointment, and it was already triple-digit temperatures, by noon.
Noon people! And we arent allowed to wear shorts off-base. (And there isnt much to do on base). So we are strolling through the heat and sweating. At least, I hope it was sweat
or else my testicles have melted. And that would be unfortunate.
But, weve been pier side for three days and this is my duty day, which means Im not leaving the ship today (other than for the above mentioned appointment). Air Conditioning = Bonus.
There is a certain art form to liberty ports. If you know any sailors, they can probably tell you in their own way what that art form is. But for me, it comes down to people. It doesnt matter too much where we go when we arrive at one of these myriad ports I have been to, but the people you are there with. Just the other day we had a trip to a local Irish pub. (An Irish pub in the Middle East
whod a thunk it?) Anyway, the folks I was with were already getting small (On the ride out there we were discussing an old Steve Martin bit from Saturday Night Live
if you know it cool
if not, it means under the influence. Moving on.) After about twenty minutes
a new crowd of folks showed up. These are co-workers in the loosest sense of the term. Military folk know that officers and enlisted dont usually mesh well. Yeah
upper chain of command shows up
and they are pretty
small by this time as well.
So, there goes the neighborhood.
The ensign, who can be difficult to deal with, decided to use a friend of mines head as a coaster. Now, he handled it much better than I would have. Had she tried to be cute like that with me
I may have had to remind her that I am not, in fact, a f#&king coaster, and would have asked her to kindly remove her glass from my head. But she didnt, and for that I am glad.
Tomorrow, I am going to go get a schwarma. Its like a gyro sandwich
only different. They are quite tasty, and I will enjoy eating one. I am bound and determined to enjoy this liberty port. And if enjoying local cuisine is the only way to do so
so be it.

--I reject your reality, and substitute my own
Devious Comments
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"To write is human. To edit is divine." - Stephen King
45 degrees celsius...
no Air condition...
patrols of 2-3 miles atleast 3 times a week...
you sure i don't know what you are talking about my friend??
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A Friend of Death
A Brother of Luck
& A Son of a Bitch
In Nomine Nox, Et Luna, Et Lupa Sancti
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--Drow Campaign Descent Into Darkness
Perhaps I should amend my statement. Those who have not experienced it won't know what I am talking about.
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"I reject your reality and substitute my own."
How about you swallow some razor-wire, pull it out your ass, and FLOSS YOURSELF TO DEATH!
My writing: [link]
but i know how you feel
people at home can't understand me either
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A Friend of Death
A Brother of Luck
& A Son of a Bitch
In Nomine Nox, Et Luna, Et Lupa Sancti
Within the last month I have been in Fujairah and Bahrain...
Can't get too detailed though...for obvious reasons.
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"I reject your reality and substitute my own."
How about you swallow some razor-wire, pull it out your ass, and FLOSS YOURSELF TO DEATH!
My writing: [link]
Oh, and FYI
Iron Man is my new favorite comic book movie.
It is made of awesome, and accentied by win. And delivered in a shining carpet of r0xx0rz
--
"I reject your reality and substitute my own."
How about you swallow some razor-wire, pull it out your ass, and FLOSS YOURSELF TO DEATH!
My writing: [link]
*sadpanda face*
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"I reject your reality and substitute my own."
How about you swallow some razor-wire, pull it out your ass, and FLOSS YOURSELF TO DEATH!
My writing: [link]
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