Nothing is Trivial

The way the sunlight shines in on your back in the morning when you first wake up. The way you notice when I do the smallest little gesture to try and be sweet. The way we always seem to notice when the other is upset even half a world away from eachother. The way you kiss me. The sparkle you get in your eyes when I cook for you and bring you Arizona green tea and a butterfinger crisp. Everytime you hug me it's like I've been away forever and you couldn't be happier to see me. When we wrestle and play around... I love your cooking. The way you work hard around the house while I'm gone or when I'm there. The way you wake up every morning at 930 and insist that I do the same. The way you look at me. The way you move. When you walk into a room, I still have a hard time taking my eyes off of you. I love that you enjoy me giving you back massages. I love your stubborness. I love it when your a smart alec. I love your spirit. I love your smile. I love your eyes. I love your toses. I love your hair. I love it when you play hard to get. I love it when you suprise me in the morning. I love so much about you I could post a blog everyday saying reasons and not even run low on them... If anything this deployment has reminded me that nothing and I mean absolutely nothing is trivial from me kissing your bare back in the morning to the way you love just sitting at an old volcanic crater with me. I have so much more appreciation for all the little adventures that we take together and I look forward to having more with you. I love you so freaking much "fish"

Peace Bro...

I was rolling through town yesterday and an Iraqi man shot me the peace sign haha!
Of course I returned it from the turret that I was in. The whole time laughing to myself at the irony of the exchange of peace signs between a dude who had a machine gun pointed at him... and the guy pointing the gun. Well Iraq has come a long long long way from where it was. Still has a heck of a long way to go but man it has really progressed.

My Love

Not a moment goes by when you aren't in my thoughts... I can't turn a corner and not be reminded of you in some form, be it by a simple breeze or the sunlight shining through a crack in our worn down brick walls or the simple fact that you aren't there when I wake up. I constantly have to remind myself that this will be over soon, and that seven months will go by quickly. I've never missed anyone as much as I miss you. I feel like half... More than half of me is missing. I keep playing memories of us going to big bear or disney land or just sitting in the trailer trying to decide what movie to watch in my head over and over again... and when I do sometimes I get sad and angry with myself for ever getting angry or agitated about trivial things like staying an hour or so late for work, or having to get up a little earlier. I have the revalation that really nothing is trivial everything from washing the dishes with you to doing laundry taking out trash or going to bed bath and beyond, is simply the greatest adventures I undertake simply because they're with you. We always manage to make it fun anyways, and we're never short on hilarious mishaps. I guess what I'm trying to say is I'll never take you for granted, and I'll never take this perfect love that we share lightly, and no matter how old I get, no matter how long we're together... I'll always turn of the X box to go get you bagel bites, and I'll always go to bed bath with you when you want me to. Love you so much baby

Shadows of an Empire

We stayed at camp Baharia for a short time, it was actually pretty interesting. It used to be one of Saddam's son's palaces... Of course we destroyed it, now where used to be a nice resort is a very modest, but huge camp. I managed to snag a peice of rubble from the palace so that should make a nice momento of where I've been. It's odd when you think about it I wonder if Saddam, or either of his sons ever had an inkling that we'd come crashing down on them so hard. Makes you wonder if it was the right thing to come crashing down so hard. Not saying that they didn't have it coming, but maybe there could have been a better way to go about it. I mean did we create more violence by doing so? Could we have ended this conflict years ago by taking a second to evaluate a more patient approach? I don't think that what we did was wrong, Saddam was oppressing the Kurds using chemical and biological weapons on them, torturing them. He certainly had a lot to answer for. We've learned a lot about armed conflict and we've certainly come a long way when it comes to resolving conflict in the least bloody manner possible. Just wondering out loud I suppose

Retrospect

When I started this, I intended for it to be an interesting story that writes itself. I did not intend for it to be a source of strife. Controversy is fine that can be controlled, directed, and civilized. I had only the slightest idea that the entry wouldn't be taken the way it was supposed to be, so I learned once again that if I have a feeling about something I should always go with my gut instinct. So I'm sorry about the feelings that were hurt through said entry... It was not a crack at how I was raised, I am grateful for my upbringing, it made me the man I am today. I was referring to the feelings of wanting to get out of Buffalo, away from all the people who said I couldn't make it out there and I wanted to make something more of my life. So I ask please before anyone, family or otherwise, jumps to a conclusion please come ask me before you post a potentially hurtful comment that could possibly start a lot of fighting. I want this to be a place to keep up with my "adventures" and a place to discuss issues. I will never post an entry to be hurtful to anyone, and if it is then call me on it. Thank you all and enjoy the Chronicles of a Jedi Knight

A long time ago...

I decided to leave my hometown in search of something more. I wanted to be free from my room my small town my seemingly endless constrictions that drove me insane at night. I wanted adventure beyond my wildest dreams, and I wanted to experience the world outside my little box. So... I joined the Marines, and became a prisoner in a different way no walls confining me... Just a psychotic set of rules and regulations to follow, along with a mindset that is bound to cause you spiritual grief... I have about a year left and I'm really trying to get my spiritual life back in order, I'm trying to let go of all the anger and rage this "job" has put inside me. So far it's going really well. Since I've put my mind body and soul to it, I've really come a long way. I still have a long way to go. With a seven month deployment ahead I'm going to need all the help I can get to stay on course, and I will. -Commander Skywalker