Ya know what really grinds my gears?

Ya wanna know what grinds my gears? Stupid people, and ignorant people. That is all for now.

Glory

Sometimes, with such an unpopular war, and politics getting the best of US. Its easy to forget that there is a real war going on. A war that young men, no older than you or I die for our freedom. Because even though we sometimes may forget. Thats really what they fight for, and while in the heat of combat, its said that all that is forgotten. And that you just fight for the brother to the left and to the right of you. Just like they are fighting for you. But in the end. Its much bigger. A few years ago, a Marine, Corporal Jason Dunhum, led his fireteam to the sound of assaults. His team stopped a vehilcle and the insurgents inside immediately began to fight. Being so close they engaged in hand to hand combat, fighting to the ground. He saw the insurgent pull out a grenade, yelling to warn his team he jumped, with complete disregard to his own life, he landed on the grenade. He put his helmet over it and then his body. Saving the lives of his fireteam. He died two days later in the hospital. Having thrown a grenade and seeing the massive damage it can cause, I know the immense bravery that he has, knowing also full well what this grenade does and the size of its explosion and the things its designed to do. He jumped on it anyway, without hesitation. Giving his life for something much greater. This war is real. And hero's still exist. And being here, its sometimes also easy to forget the reason I chose to be here. With ignorant people and being yelled at for no reason and getting double firewatch for things I didn't do, sometimes I ignorantly say bad things, and complain. So its nice, to be reminded. To remember how far our country, the United States of America, has come. From the revolutionary war, to the inner war between the north and south, to the world wars, to this new war. The war on terror. How many young men, no older than myself, went to a far off place, they've never been, went through rigid training which they also probably hated, got yelled at and stood double firewatches, had their share of beatings. They did all this because they believed in it. They believed in our country. They were willing to do all that, and then on top of it. Go and fight. Fight for people that stand and protest at Marines funerals. They fight for the people that say War is wrong. They fight for the people that call them baby killers. And they also fight for you. They fight for the the people that also agree, the people that cheer when a group of Marines, or Soldiers come home from Iraq and now Afghanistan. And I'm so glad I watched the movie "Glory" because it made me remember all this. It made me remember why I signed that dotted line on Dec. 27th, 2007. For those men before me. And because I believe that even though I have to sacrifice a lot, and am willing to sacrifice a lot more. I know my country is worth it, and that men and woman will come after me too. And because of it, our country is safe. No other time, has there been a war where its been a completely voluntary military. Its because we all believe in something greater than ourselves. And after watching this movie, which everyone should see, I was reminded how proud I am to be a part of history, a member of the US Marines. I am proud that I signed up, and can say that I am a member of the same force as Corporal Jason Dunhum, Medal of Honor recipiant. I am proud to say I live in the United States, and that because of people like the 54th regiment (the first black regiment to fight for the North in the Cival War), and Cpl Dunhum that it will continue to be free. And I am a part of that history. To fight for its glory.

Hey.

I finally decided to tell people I had a blog. So maybe I'll start posting some. As for now I'm in class and can't really write anything. But if you know how I can change my html, let me know. But let me just say this. North Carolina? Blows. Nothing is here, its cold and windy. And my platoon, full of stuck up kids who still havn't realized that they joined the Marine Corps and continue to be disrespectful, immature morons. Its seriously getting on my nerves and manages to destroy my mood by the end of everyday, without fail. I can't wait to get out of this place and leave them. It honestly wouldn't be that bad if it wasn't for those morons. Anywho, as I reach my six month mark soon I can't wait to get home. Finally get back into a working routine and prepare to go to school. I still haven't decided what school to go to or where to work. I know Smiths would take me back, but I kinda want like an 8-5 weekday job, with weekends off kinda thing. Like a real job? Cause that would make my Marine Corps, one weekend a month thing a lot easier to do. Seeing as I have no choice on that job. But I can't think of anywhere, I really wanna sale stuff, like a salesman, that sounds stupid, but to me it sounds fun. I like convincing people. But uh? I'll probably end up at Smiths...oorah...Either way, I'll be in Kaysville, and that deserves an oorah, so OORAH Kaysville!

Time stands still

As I leave again for MCT tomorrow, I can't help but still feel like my life hasn't started yet. Its a weird feeling I didn't think I would feel. I was so sure that when I left for Boot Camp I would be able to say "Yes, my life is beginning, I'm an adult with a career and goals." But I don't? Its like, maybe once I get out of Combat training, I will feel like my life is getting started. But I know I won't. Like in Boot Camp, on T-1 you think that by T-50 you will feel so accomplished and close to the end. But when T-50 finally rolls around, T-64 seems like its still 50 training days away. I guess what I'm trying to say is, when does life finally begin? Are we ever going to feel like were doing something worth while? I thought I would by now, but I don't? I don't know when I ever will. Maybe thats not even a bad thing? And kids in college, I look at them and think they must know where its at. They're lives and careers are getting started. But when I talk to them, they don't even know what they want to do. They still feel like life is at a standstill. Its amazing how the clock still clicks, it will never stop. Days will go bye, and weeks, then months. Even years can pass. And yet? Life itself, just stands still. Like my favorite band Rush likes to say - "Time stands still." Haha, what a crappy ending. Ok, bye readers! If there are any out there?

My blog.

Hello world of bloggers. This blog title sucks haha, it was a spur of the moment thing. I wanna change it, but don't know how. ...Anyway, I thought I would get a blog cause I wanted somewhere to blow steam, if I felt like it. I don't know if I'll ever tell anyone about it? So I don't know why I'm directing this to an audience. Haha. Alright well. Peace.