Been a long time...

Actually back stateside now and have been for about 3 months. Really slacking on this blog too.
I have been rather busy with my transition OUT of the ARMY. I can't wait, the feeling is awesome.

Robot dance

This whiteboy got some moves. If I could dance like that...man if I could dance at all...

We are poor...

To whom may care,

Please send our soldiers in Charlie Company any form of entertainment. Although using our imagination can be and rewarding at times, it still doesn't compare to the real thing. Magazines, games and a real TV would be really good for our morale. We could really use the help to make our 1 year tour serving, Operation Neverending Freedom go by faster. If you would like to send us anything...anything at all mail it to:

SPC Rosales N.
50th SIG BN, C Co
APO AE 09391

We thank you ahead of time for the support. Love, peace and chicken grease.

Numa numa

This kid is my hero. He needs to be on the next American Idol...

Darts Champ

The crazy people from this camp just keep coming in. Instead of me looking for them, I decided to let them come to me. Such incident happened a few nights ago during a friendly game of Darts. There was a guy there that night two boards down, that was palying a level of intensity only displayed on 4th Quarter come back drive in SuperBowl. It was amazing, this guy musta gone through life with that kind of instensity with everything he did.
Everytime he went up to the line to throw, he would PALM the darts and throw it as hard as he could. After each throw he would look at me and stare. I wanted to say that he had homicidal thoughts, but at the same time he was looking at me for approval of his game? I really didn't know what to think...I was scared and confused. He did this for a good 3 rounds playing by himself. I tried not to look over his side, but he would take a break and lean on this counter and stare at us. After he was finished taking break, he would would run back to the line and chuck the darts at the board, each time staring at us...needless to say I was pretty uncomfortable at some point. So when he finally got done, we were still playing. He walks over to us and says "good game guys." Maybe I'm new to the game, but people you play with usually use the same board right? At that point, I didn't know whether to shake his hand...or grab my rifle. Then as soon as he said that, he just walks off looking pissed like he did when we first saw him. Didn't know his name or anything else about him for that matter, we just dubbed him "Darts Champ."

Liars!

So there I was..© Thinking that I was gonna go to Mosul. Well, I didn't..."where did you go?" you ask? Well, instead I went to a place called FOB Endurance (Forward Operating Base), which has absoulutely NOTHING. I mean this place is so empty that it brings back memories from OIF I. Those bastards lied to me! That's the story of my life I guess. The good side is that you can really reflect upon yourself out here, if you like that kinda crap. I've done enough reflecting from the last deployment damnit, when we also had NOTHING. Despite all that I've said about me not liking the people I have to work with here, it hasn't been that bad. Even though I haven't made much of an effort to be liked or will I ever, my new team and I seems to be getting along pretty well.
I gotta say, this camp is full of crazy people. It's like they took all the crazy units in the Army and just dropped them all here. That doesn't say much about me, 'cause I'm also here...but that's not the point. Everywhere you go, whethere it's the dining facility or the gym there's always that ONE guy. Either he scares the living shit out of you or makes you laugh you so hard you just wanna piss your pants.
So in honor of that. The next week that I'm here, I will be posting the crazy stories that either me or my co-workers have come across. Untill next time...love peace and chicken grease.

Movin up

Tommorow I get to head to Mosul. I don't know whether it's a good or bad thing. That's like saying you're moving to the bad side of town. There's some serious downside to that. Having to wake up at 4 in the AM is the least shitty part about it. But that fact that their dining facility got suicide bombed not too long ago, kinda makes you think twice about eating. Second is that I'm moving up there w/ a team that I don't really even know and to be honest I dont really like some of them. People I work with makes a ton of difference to me. I'll try to get along with them, but knowing me, I prolly wont even try.

I don't know if they have internet over there. So I prolly wont be able to post anything on Blog for about 2 or 3 weeks, untill I get back here in Balad. I'm sure there's a good side to me going up there...I just haven't thought of it yet? I'm really trying to dig deep here and i can't come up with any good points...I just can't. So untill next time, peace out!