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fresh_cheese
Jul 2, 2014

MY KPI IS HOW MANY VP NUTS I SUCK IN A FISCAL YEAR AND MY LAST THREE OFFICE CHAIRS COMMITTED SUICIDE

bulletsponge13 posted:

I don't even think anything I've shared is extraordinary.

I believe everything you say, but I'm still fighting that little voice saying "And mom called you handsome", like you guys are giving me grace because you know me. Insane, I know.

it's just one of those things where i can't see it from the other side.

I'm not fishing for compliments or anything like that; I just really can't see 'viewer' side of the paper. I'm trying.


Youre just gonna have to trust us dude.

I would pay real money for this in hardcopy.

What really hits deep for me is how your work so far combines the artistry of how you paint a scene with uncomfortably honest emotional analysis of what those events do to a person. You are talking about some deeply terrible poo poo in prose that counterweights the events beautifully, and that juxtaposition of the prose vs the events is haunting.

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bulletsponge13
Apr 28, 2010

Nothing going up tonight; Didn't get what I wanted done. More coming tomorrow.

SerthVarnee
Mar 13, 2011

It has been two zero days since last incident.
Big Super Slapstick Hunk
This part here:

bulletsponge13 posted:


I've been dicking around on these forums for awhile, and I feel like you guys 'know' me. I believe everything you say, but I'm still fighting that little voice saying "And mom called you handsome", like you guys are giving me grace because you know me.


Feels like it hits the nail on the head.

We're not saying you are awesome because we know you and feel like we should be supportive.
We're saying you are awesome because we know you and therefore know that you aren't the kind of person who writes this one-handed, spinning it out of thin air.

The context matters a hell of a lot. If I knew these stories were coming from that psychopath Navy Seal (was is Gallagher he was called?) then I would absolutely find them revolting because it would mean that the whole right wing war fetish would seep into the setting and general feeling.
If I didn't know you at all, I would be super immersed, but with that niggling feeling of "this could someone writing up some real bad poo poo and enjoying it for all the wrong reasons".
Since I've gotten to, somewhat, know you through your posting here over the years, all I'm left with is a profound sense of gratitude that you got through it and that you are willing to write it down so the history of that war doesn't end up reduced to the usual dry history book blandness or the war porn of the chickenhawks.

bulletsponge13
Apr 28, 2010

I'm just gonna shut up and go with the flow. Sorry I'm difficult- part of my charm. It just feels strange. I've never been shy about sharing details and stories from my service- but writing it out is unusual and still feels...i dunno. Unnatural.


















Edit- I wanted to share this, because it bugs me and y'all made me figure this out.
I was the last in my company to draw R&R or leave; after my CO, who never left the wire. After my 1SG. After my PSG, Team Leader, and Squad Leader. No wonder I feel so drained of ambition and tired all the time. I spent 230+ days operational before a break my first tour. 230 days of daily operations, patrols, raids, and poo poo shows. 230 days of being on edge, getting popped at, and being hassled. What kind of loving lunatics look at the situation, "Hmm. Woody has been wounded, refused medevac. He's been a part of every major operation, volunteered for the tough assignments. He's the only member of his truck team to not get a break.
Better send home Sgt Carter, the POS supply sergeant who only left the wire when we left the country."

bulletsponge13 fucked around with this message at 04:09 on May 20, 2022

stealie72
Jan 10, 2007

Their eyes locked and suddenly there was the sound of breaking glass.
\
drat, dude. Just, drat. Thank you for letting us read all this.

SerthVarnee
Mar 13, 2011

It has been two zero days since last incident.
Big Super Slapstick Hunk

bulletsponge13 posted:


Edit- I wanted to share this, because it bugs me and y'all made me figure this out.
I was the last in my company to draw R&R or leave; after my CO, who never left the wire. After my 1SG. After my PSG, Team Leader, and Squad Leader. No wonder I feel so drained of ambition and tired all the time. I spent 230+ days operational before a break my first tour. 230 days of daily operations, patrols, raids, and poo poo shows. 230 days of being on edge, getting popped at, and being hassled. What kind of loving lunatics look at the situation, "Hmm. Woody has been wounded, refused medevac. He's been a part of every major operation, volunteered for the tough assignments. He's the only member of his truck team to not get a break.
Better send home Sgt Carter, the POS supply sergeant who only left the wire when we left the country."

First up:
The problem with being utterly dependable is that people can and will depend on you beyond the point of reason.
This unfortunately also means that they cannot make do without you.
Obviously they can if they apply themselves to fill your role, but going above and beyond is not the natural choice of a human being when given an option that lets them conserve their own energy.

Second:
Could I get you to put a piece of scrap paper between the page you're writing on and the rest of the block?
The writing is good and legible, but some of the ink seeps through the page and stains the next one in the block.

bulletsponge13
Apr 28, 2010

SerthVarnee posted:

First up:
The problem with being utterly dependable is that people can and will depend on you beyond the point of reason.
This unfortunately also means that they cannot make do without you.
Obviously they can if they apply themselves to fill your role, but going above and beyond is not the natural choice of a human being when given an option that lets them conserve their own energy.

Second:
Could I get you to put a piece of scrap paper between the page you're writing on and the rest of the block?
The writing is good and legible, but some of the ink seeps through the page and stains the next one in the block.

2nd thing first- I got you. It's because I'm using both sides, which I can knock off, no big deal. Bought new notebook yesterday, too! 😊

In the book Armor by John Steakley, a companion piece to Starship Troopers that focuses on the individual in combat. The main character falls through the admin cracks and just keeps getting put out. I realized the same thing happened to me- so long as I came out whole, they would keep sending me, and I'd keep asking. I can't fully blame the Unit- it was kids leading kids- but as a leader you take care of your people, they'll take care of you. And I had no clue how or when to advocate for myself. But loving hell. Everyday. Every drat mission. Every drat operation. Every raid. It doesn't help that we had two Anti Armor platoons to cover an area covered by 2 Infantry companies. We had the trucks, after all. The song 'I Was Only 19' was always heavy, but I turned 19 on that loving Island. 230+ days where there was work to be done. Not saying I didn't get a few hours here and there to gently caress around, but they were always sandwiched between work, running ragged because 'poo poo's Gotta Get Done, Sir'.
My Daughter is 18. My Son is turning 17. I cannot fathom the idea of them being in that situation.

E- the Unit meaning my company, not to be confused with CAG.

bulletsponge13 fucked around with this message at 14:54 on May 20, 2022

McNally
Sep 13, 2007

Ask me about Proposition 305


Do you like muskets?
I've put off reading this thread because I knew I'd want to wait until I had some time to give it my full attention

Goddamn, dude, you can write.

Warden
Jan 16, 2020

McNally posted:

Goddamn, dude, you can write.

stealie72
Jan 10, 2007

Their eyes locked and suddenly there was the sound of breaking glass.
\

bulletsponge13 posted:

In the book Armor by John Steakley
Pretty unrelated, but if this resonated with you and you haven't already, read The Light Brigade by Kameron Hurley. It came out in the last few years and kind of uses Armor as a starting point for things to get much, much trippyer.

bulletsponge13
Apr 28, 2010

stealie72 posted:

Pretty unrelated, but if this resonated with you and you haven't already, read The Light Brigade by Kameron Hurley. It came out in the last few years and kind of uses Armor as a starting point for things to get much, much trippyer.

I hadn't heard of it, but will add it. I know Steakley was working on Armor 2 when he passed, but was released ad hoc and unfiished.


Starship Troopers, Armor, and The Forever War by Joe Haldeman serve as a trilogy- the first the grand scale, sanitized view. Armor being the brutal personal elements of warfare, including being forgotten and abandoned by leadership. The Forever War is post war, dealing with alienation and how was changes you.

E- My therapist loves you guys.

stealie72
Jan 10, 2007

Their eyes locked and suddenly there was the sound of breaking glass.
\

bulletsponge13 posted:

The Forever War is post war, dealing with alienation and how was changes you.
The Forever War legit blew my drat mind. It's one of those books that you want to somehow erase from your mind so that you can read it again.

bulletsponge13
Apr 28, 2010

stealie72 posted:

The Forever War legit blew my drat mind. It's one of those books that you want to somehow erase from your mind so that you can read it again.

The first time I read it, I immediately started over because the time dilation hosed with my head so much. It's a wonderful and simple mechanic to explain changes. You don't feel different, but the whole world went on without you. Your best friends just won't click the same. It's tough.

bulletsponge13
Apr 28, 2010

Ok, I think I got enough in me for a little tonight. One will be a story about children and wildlife management.

You guys pick:

-My Favorite War Crime

Or

-Examples of Iraqi Mental Health

Quackles
Aug 11, 2018

Pixels of Light.


I vote for Examples of Iraqi Mental Health .

Kazinsal
Dec 13, 2011



Just chiming in to say that these are absolutely fantastic reads, especially as someone who never served. Thank you for posting them!

Carteret
Nov 10, 2012


-Examples of Iraqi Mental Health

stealie72
Jan 10, 2007

Their eyes locked and suddenly there was the sound of breaking glass.
\

Carteret posted:

-Examples of Iraqi Mental Health

Wibla
Feb 16, 2011

I served a few years in the Navy around 2004-2009 and never spent any time in the sandbox, but these stories take me there in a way other stories haven't. You have a true gift.

Quackles posted:

I vote for Examples of Iraqi Mental Health .

Madurai
Jun 26, 2012

Quackles posted:

I vote for Examples of Iraqi Mental Health .

You can't drop a potential chapter title like that and just leave us with nothing.

bulletsponge13
Apr 28, 2010

I want you all to know I really want to ignore your vote to be an rear end in a top hat.

But I won't. Something will go up later tonight, tomorrow morning at the latest.

honda whisperer
Mar 29, 2009

You've got an incredible talent with words. The feeling to word count ratio is just off the charts.

I completely understand the feeling weird about being praised thing. One thing I've learned is that when I pour my soul into something all I can see is where I stumbled. It's magnified all out of proportion and I'm confused that nobody is pointing at that part and saying "it would be good but"

I think that's why the people who want to be in charge shouldn't is so true.

Also I'm surprisingly liking the scanned hand written thing. At first it was annoying but after the first couple the text seems to intensify or calm with what's happening and it adds something I can't explain.

bulletsponge13
Apr 28, 2010

Sorry- didn't get enough down to finish a piece for tonight. But I wanted to do my daily thanks for you guys.


I honestly expected this thread to be dead already; I expected maybe one or two posters will comment, maybe a few more will read; I totally expected any sane reader to blow off the entire endeavor- scans of handwriting in the 21st century seems like it might be legal punishment in Alabama.

So thanks. It's really encouraging to see you guys commenting your enjoyment. It really is about you guys, too- 'war stories' of all types are a communal event. For thousands of years, these stories would have been shared by a fire, drinking, the storyteller finding volume from the listeners. Shay, in his works "Achilles in Vietnam" and "Odysseus in America" (among hundreds of others) theorize it was not only a way to pass on the wisdom and humor, but the bond around the fire allowed the Warriors (which I hate the term as applied in modern times) to decompress in steps, and the support of the community to ease the healing of wounds. That by listening, they bear some of the burden. That's what this is, and thank you.

SerthVarnee
Mar 13, 2011

It has been two zero days since last incident.
Big Super Slapstick Hunk

bulletsponge13 posted:


I honestly expected this thread to be dead already; I expected maybe one or two posters will comment, maybe a few more will read

So thanks. It's really encouraging to see you guys commenting your enjoyment.


Holy poo poo can I ever relate to those two statements (well okay in my case enjoyment might be the wrong word, but the captured attention and super supportive posters for sure).
I made my little thread about epilepsy, expecting it to hit like 1 couple of hundred views or something. Got so exited when it pass 200 views, superhyped when some kind people gave it a gold rating and now I'm just staring at 13800 views, trying to figure out how the gently caress that happened.

bulletsponge13
Apr 28, 2010

SerthVarnee posted:

Holy poo poo can I ever relate to those two statements (well okay in my case enjoyment might be the wrong word, but the captured attention and super supportive posters for sure).
I made my little thread about epilepsy, expecting it to hit like 1 couple of hundred views or something. Got so exited when it pass 200 views, superhyped when some kind people gave it a gold rating and now I'm just staring at 13800 views, trying to figure out how the gently caress that happened.

I've lurked that thread off and on, and have found it incredibly informative. It's honestly made me a little more aware of possible triggers in the world.

therobit
Aug 19, 2008

I've been tryin' to speak with you for a long time

bulletsponge13 posted:

Sorry- didn't get enough down to finish a piece for tonight. But I wanted to do my daily thanks for you guys.


I honestly expected this thread to be dead already; I expected maybe one or two posters will comment, maybe a few more will read; I totally expected any sane reader to blow off the entire endeavor- scans of handwriting in the 21st century seems like it might be legal punishment in Alabama.

So thanks. It's really encouraging to see you guys commenting your enjoyment. It really is about you guys, too- 'war stories' of all types are a communal event. For thousands of years, these stories would have been shared by a fire, drinking, the storyteller finding volume from the listeners. Shay, in his works "Achilles in Vietnam" and "Odysseus in America" (among hundreds of others) theorize it was not only a way to pass on the wisdom and humor, but the bond around the fire allowed the Warriors (which I hate the term as applied in modern times) to decompress in steps, and the support of the community to ease the healing of wounds. That by listening, they bear some of the burden. That's what this is, and thank you.

In addition to the decompression and the sharing, according to my therapist there are studies that show just giving voice to trauma verbally can help us process it, and giving voice to feelings of all sorts can attenuate them. Apparently this can be true of happiness as well, so like don’t mention it if you are really feeling awesome.

Lead out in cuffs
Sep 18, 2012

"That's right. We've evolved."

"I can see that. Cool mutations."




Just adding to the chorus of support here. Please, please, keep writing!



Also, here are some of your better short vignettes from the idiots thread:

bulletsponge13 posted:

Let me tell you guys about the Iraqi EOD officer who assisted with a suspected IED in a tree. We cordon off the area, and Iraqi Police patrol happens by, and astoundingly, offer to help.

"Possible Bomb in that tree."
"Ah! Habibi, we have out bomb engineer here."
Homedude walks over to their truck, and out steps a tubby dude in a Saddam mustache, obviously 2 divorces into "Too Old For This poo poo". Pops opens an 80s vintage briefcase. He pulls each item out, laying them on the hood.
1× long shanked flat head screwdriver with obvious signs of using it as a pry bar.
1× Phillips head normal household sized. screwdrive
1× knockoff Leatherman
1× Ball Peen hammer

He proceeds to shove each item into a place or pocket. Pry bar screwdriver stuck in the belt. Phillips head in a back pocket. Leatherman in the front. Hammer in hand. Aviator style glasses on the entire time, he then walks towards the bomb.
"Guys, get down a bit. I think it's gonna get messy."
"Roger."

All of us duck down for approximately .4 seconds before resuming our voyeur snuff film. Most IEDs in that hood at that time were command dets, so we really expect this to go badly, but ballsy.

He squints at the round thing with wires in the tree from about 3 meters, before slowly creeping closer, and smashing the living gently caress out of with that loving hammer.

Thing goes skittering down the road. It was debris from a previous IED a block over that landed in a tree, and from the angle we saw it, looked suspiciously like a Russian mine we were trained to look for.

Then, he picks it up, carries it back; after returning each item of his kit to it's place in his briefcase, drops in the NotBomb, latches it, and lights up a smoke. Like a loving gangster.

bulletsponge13 posted:

Nearly every Iraqi I met, I wish no ill on. They were regular people in a lovely, nearly impossible situation. Most were kinder to me than I deserved given the situation. Living in the city we became quasi-residents. Our "camp" which wasn't named, didn't even have a full company, and most days we spent 12 hours driving around the community, talking with people. It was great. I lived in the most IED sector of Baghdad at that time. We hit a handful, but were warned by the locals of at least a half dozen others, because we did everything we could to treat them the way we wanted to be treated. And we knew that every time we pulled a trigger, we were creating two more bad guys in OUR neighborhood.

We could have easily been over run, or sniped like E Types in our little place. We were able to have some normalcy because we acted like loving human beings. I get sick when I read about how other dudes acted. I remember feeling no sympathy when an MP unit passing through hit an IED, because they had come through a bit earlier, and hosed up our neighborhood, driving like it was GTA and popping warning shots into parked cars and Taxis for no reason other than to shoot.

I miss those people. I miss that city, that country, the bit of culture I got to experience. I loved it. I hope that one day I can go back, and the place can know peace and stability.

I remember a woman chastising me- "We hated Saddam! He was a monster. But we had power! We had water! Now we have bombs! Why?"

"Ma'am, I'm a Jundi. I go where they send me."

"And George Bush sent you here. Not any different than us under Saddam."

I still hear her voice, and how she pronounced Saddam. More than an accent- there was an inflection that created a lasting memory.

At least nearly everyone who I spoke with understood that I was a Jundi, and I do what I can to help who I can, but I was a very small cog in a very large, complicated machine.



bulletsponge13 posted:

I would war crime the gently caress out of some people for Baghdad Street food

I agree with you 100%. When we lived in the city, it was community based, and their was a direct line.

"The Americans ruined my door!"
"Our bad bro, here's 20$."

They knew us, better or worse. And by living in the same area, they understood we had shared hardships. We got what they got from the city. We shared the same dangers. I cannot tell you how many times we were kept safe because we treated the locals like people. We loved them the way we knew how. I still love them.

A hushed whisper before they slap the truck and start yelling "bomb ahead."

I lived in a neighborhood that had an average of 96 detonations a week. Nearly 100 IEDs a week.
We only hit a handful, outside of our stomping grounds, because we worked hard. We drive Airport Road daily- normally a few times a day- no one ever hosed with us.



We also had a bit of a reputation. We were running some delinquent to the IP station, and dude noticeably relaxes- like whole body exhale- as soon as we turn him over. He immediately starts jabbering, and wide eyed glances at us. Once we are alone with the Captain.

"He is afraid of you."
"Yeah."
"No, he is afraid of the men in that patch," motioning towards the AA. "He thinks they are monsters."
"Wait, like monsters?"
"He is afraid you would cut off his head for a reward. Ali Baba thinks that you have to bring in a family head to get your patch. He said you are Lions of Baghdad, hunting for sport. That you take heads. I tell him he switch (crazy), but he said all Ali Baba think this."


That is how I found out I was the Boogie Man to the criminal element.


Also, shout out to all the kids with massive balls who helped us when no one else would. We had an unofficial translator kid, Khalid, who had giant brass balls, and never dicked us around. He didn't want anything but to hang out and talk movies with us. 😊

Dude also bumped 50 Cent for us one day so we could have music.

Real talk- I will never be so lucky or safe again. The constant threat, the daily sniper rounds zipping past, or a hail Mary shot drops a round through the hood all meant things were normal, ok, and safe.



bulletsponge13 posted:

This.
I went 03/04, 04/05, and 06/07.
It broke my loving heart. You could feel a difference in the air. The locals noticed. Things got bad, then worse. The shift from 'community policing' to set patrol mindset.

While many abused it, the autonomy and low level control allowed individuals to make up for the institution's failures, oversights, and mistakes.

I still miss OIF1. Not just the drug rush of contact, but I got to do the right thing in the wrong situation. I got to be the moral being in the immoral machine. Besides that, those people were much kinder than I would be to an invader who is the same flavor of boot with a new coat of polish as the regime they 'saved' us from.

A bit I want to share- a gentleman once came up to our hasty ECP. He wanted in. Sorry, bro. No can do. He was understandably upset, wildly gesturing and sprawling syllables in a soup of Arabic and English.

"Dude. DUDE. DUDE! Jundi! I'm a loving Jundi Awaal!"

He stopped, looked sympathetic for a second, then broke a crooked smile and pointed to himself. "Long ago, Jundi!"

We looked at each other in silence for a couple seconds, and then both shrugged out shoulders, like "Bro. Been there. We cool." And he wondered off to chain smoke and complain with most of the neighborhood. I would run into him in passing a few times after. I only know this, because home boy loved pointing at me, and yelling "Jundi!" with a big grin.

bulletsponge13
Apr 28, 2010

Lead out in cuffs posted:

Just adding to the chorus of support here. Please, please, keep writing!



Also, here are some of your better short vignettes from the idiots thread:

Super dope of you to pull them out and post them. I will never be as cool as that Bomb Tech.

I had a rough therapy session yesterday (bad enough my therapist needed to decompress and self care) it's just hitting me. I have a piece partially finished; but after posting a piece I kept getting interrupted on, I don't want to put up something like that again. I just don't want you guys to think I bailed or anything, but I want to at least feel like I did quality (not a strive for perfection. I'm not editing or anything, you guys still get the raw drafty nonsense. I'm up to a few pages (5, I think. Front side only for legibility) and about halfway, so it should be worth a wait.

SerthVarnee
Mar 13, 2011

It has been two zero days since last incident.
Big Super Slapstick Hunk
I get where you're coming from with that sentiment. I got the same feeling with my epilepsy thread.
"People are paying attention and praising me for the stories I tell, can't every stop telling stories now."
That's just not how it works.
You tell a story when your story is ready to be told.
If you start trying to force them out on paper at a set interval, then quality is going out the window and people will start wandering off as the stories get diluted.
This thread is your collection over however many hours or years it will take you to write them down. We'll be here until you tell us to go away.
Don't try to force the writing like it was a day job.

That Works
Jul 22, 2006

Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy


Yeah if this thread doesn't update for like weeks at a time it's not going to bother anyone

fresh_cheese
Jul 2, 2014

MY KPI IS HOW MANY VP NUTS I SUCK IN A FISCAL YEAR AND MY LAST THREE OFFICE CHAIRS COMMITTED SUICIDE
What youre doing is creating a work of art.

Dont focus on the “mona lisa” aspect of that term.

You are working at producing a piece of art might be another way to say it that feels more honest about what it is.

Key word is “work” though.

Ive done enough writing to know the mental effort involved to just do 1 good page. It can flow out in 20 minutes, or it can take weeks. The thing about deeply personal work like this is that you are going to want it to be perfect, and there will be a temptation to just toss a piece in the trash when it doesnt flow easily or you cant get the tone right.

Dont toss anything out. Put it in a folder when its not cooperating with you and come back to it later. Let your subconscious noodle on it for a couple days, and then have another go at that piece. Move the tone a little, try a different angle, eventually youll figure out how to tell it and itll work.

You dont owe us a drat thing. This is not the newspaper comic business where you have to have tomorrow’s piece submitted by 5 pm. If you not nuthin today, tomorrow, for a week, for a month - absolutely fine. Deeply personal work is like that, and we get it.

This is literally just a place for you to put it when it is ready for public consumption so its all in one place.

bulletsponge13
Apr 28, 2010





















Quackles
Aug 11, 2018

Pixels of Light.


drat.

bulletsponge13
Apr 28, 2010

I don't know how to translate that absolute absurdity of watching Paratroopers try to corral that Tasmanian devil girl. It was actually really funny to watch.

Carteret
Nov 10, 2012


Jesus gently caress, the tazmanian devil story is both depressing and loving hilarious. I can visualize the "drat, our bad dude" to the family lol

SerthVarnee
Mar 13, 2011

It has been two zero days since last incident.
Big Super Slapstick Hunk
The one that really hit me was the dude with the self-inflicted wounds.

Just reminded me of the goon who talked about working for a charity orphanage/school in India.
Having to turn away a physically handicapped but obviously mentally gifted kid because he was one year too old to accept when they were already overcrowded and understaffed.
Watching that kid walk away after they had just snuffed out all the little candles of hope in his eyes of any kind of future.
Same hopeless, powerless, utterly soulcrushing feeling that keeps you awake at night and there is nothing you can do about. And nothing you can tell yourself that is going to make it okay.

Keep telling these stories buddy. Cause no-one else will and they are the only kind of stories that actually matter when it comes to showing what a war is.


I feel like its gonna be a bit of a tonal whiplash to point it out after the previous sentence, but the image cut off a little bit of the first letter on each line at the top of the page. Not enough of a bother to be worth reuploading, but I figured you'd like the heads up so you notice it on the next picture you take. Man that feels weird and pedantic to point out.

Madurai
Jun 26, 2012

Bear Kid is the real MVP of this chapter.

Fearless
Sep 3, 2003

DRINK MORE MOXIE


bulletsponge13 posted:

I don't know how to translate that absolute absurdity of watching Paratroopers try to corral that Tasmanian devil girl. It was actually really funny to watch.

I think you nailed it. A significant chunk of my civilian career was spent working with at-risk youth and I've seen rather similar situations.

bulletsponge13
Apr 28, 2010

Madurai posted:

Bear Kid is the real MVP of this chapter.

Bear kid rules.

These (with the exception of 'Lie', which is the first time anyone has seen that admission) are all typically my favorite stories to tell verbally, because acting out the various parts is fun, so while something gets lost in this translation, I'm glad it still works.

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stealie72
Jan 10, 2007

Their eyes locked and suddenly there was the sound of breaking glass.
\
I've read a bunch of the critically acclaimed books on the forever war (I'm a filthy civvy that didn't participate), and I don't think any one of them has painted as much of a picture of the Iraqi civilians as just some people trying to get through the day like everyone else. I loved reading these.

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