The Hurt Locker

Actually, I’m in Iraq right now. I go out on missions almost everyday. I work with Cols in in the IP. My area is several hundred kms. I’m not an engineer wannabe, but I have worked with EOD. Hell, I’m the only one in my unit to call for EOD. In my unit everyone leaves the wire, only a handful don’t leave regularly. As for the whole Taco Bell thing, I live on the opposite side of the FOB from most of the amenities (even the chow hall). Hell, if you read reviews from military people, they say pretty much the same thing I am.

On the streets last week.

When I was seventeen
I ran away from home
And from everything
I had ever known
I was sick and tired of
Living in a town
Filled with narrow minds
And hate
They used to laugh at me
The children called me names
I would run and hide
Feeling so ashamed
Just for being born
I was just a boy
Punished for a crime
That was not mine
Life ain’t so easy
When you’re a ghetto child

IF it were not for the whole not doing drugs thing, I would totally join the army.

And then quite suddenly a number of things made sense.