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War Journal Entry #12: Free Time, Part 2. - RJ's LJ - WTF is my way of life.
I've been on the 'net longer that some of you've been ALIVE.
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War Journal Entry #12: Free Time, Part 2.
The only time I can check anything on the internet now is on the hotel computer during my own free time/pass. And on AOL too. (I want my freaking high-speed internet, dammit. >_<)

However, the VERY FIRST thing I buy when I get back home is a new computer. Nagha's six year old now, and it can't play some of the newer games coming out now. The very first thing I *DO* will be sleeping and jack shit.

I'm getting steak tonight. This I vow. (... must stop doing that vow crap. :P)

Here, I'm going to try and start a meme. This is what I have done. Have you? (Try and top me. :P)

Have you spent five days out in the woods, with no shower, no sleep, and genrally pissed off? I did.
Have you slept in an air conditioned tent? I have.
Have you, while playing something like laser tag or with paintball guns, been hit with the magical JFK bullet, even though you were protected and now way it could hit you? I have been. (And it bounced off my head and killed someone else. Who was also not in the line of fire. What. In. The. Holy-mother-of-everything. FUCK?)
Have you highstepped (actually, highRAN) in grass that was at least up to your knees because someone went into shock?
Now what happend: We've been out in the field for about four days now. There have been been a couple of people who have had to get into MOPP4 alot. (It adds about 10 to 15 degrees to the temp.) Now my team leader tells me to go check on how someone is building a fighting position on the perimeter as so he can get a general idea on what it's supposed to be like. I wander over there to see. The guy digging the position looks like crap. I run back to the hummer to get our team's combat lifesaver. (They stick people with IVs and needles and put on field dressings.) In the time it took me to get the CM and head back, (Less than a minute.) he's out. The CM tries to revive him, and I bolt over the tall as hell grass to the command tent. Stop halfway, yell out "Medic!", turn around and run back. (I get passed by people on the way back though.) Everyone's over there trying to help, including the graders for the exercise. (Note: this was not one of the things we were being graded on. :P) I get told to head back to the ComTent and tell our platoon leader to call for a MedEvac. Run back through the grass (And fuck up my boots along the way.) all the way to the tent, tell them, then run back. stayed there until they took him off.

And that's how RJ could save your life. And did.

And note to self: finish off cameras, send to WalMart, get pics on paper and CD. Will show you people some of the stuff I go through for almost $700 a week. :P

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From: imperatorr Date: August 31st, 2003 03:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
You are what we like to call in the business "Da Man", RJ.
scooterbird From: scooterbird Date: September 1st, 2003 09:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
You are mighty. Saving people's lives while being in the Army is a Very Good Thing.
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