Life is Hard. Wear a Helmet.

Life is Hard. Wear a Helmet

Virginia State Constitution: Article 1; Section 13
That a well regulated militia, composed of the body of the people, trained to arms, is the proper, natural, and safe defense of a free state, therefore, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed; that standing armies, in time of peace, should be avoided as dangerous to liberty; and that in all cases the military should be under strict subordination to, and governed by, the civil power.

Alabama State Constitution: Article 1: Section 26
That every Citizen has a right to bear arms in defense of himself and the State.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Too Long in the Wasteland

I remember those early mornings.
Jogging around the perimeter of the compound in....Saudi? Yeah...jogging around the perimeter in Saudi, my feet slapping and crunching on the road bed.

The camel spiders would be out, enjoying the cool air before the sun came up and they scrambled back into hiding for the day. They would be scattered all over the sand, but they tended to stay off the crushed gravel of the perimeter road. Maybe it retained too much heat.

And those other early mornings, in England.

The cold and damp would drop on you like a weight as you came out of the house. I would make my way through the fog to the car and get in as quickly as I could and fire up the heater.

The damp would soak into me over time. Eventually, England became the only place where I learned to walk around in the rain, no matter how hard it was...and completely ignore it.

The early mornings in Manila come back to me with the most clarity. Walking on those sidewalks that were actually covers over the sewer lines.

Between each square of cement that made up the sidewalk, there was a small vent slot to keep gasses from building up. When you first arrive in the city, the smell hits you like a fist, but after you've been there for a while you get used to it. It becomes simply a backdrop to everything else.

Now I can't seem to slow down.

My early mornings are spent in a hotel (or at home if I'm lucky) pounding down my three cups while I dig through my emails and rush to get out the door to whatever project I have on the top of my list for that day.

Got to take a break soon.

Why is it that when I think of getting away from it all I think of going back to Manila?

Maybe there's something about the honesty of the smell of human shit that keeps everyone focused on what's important.

Maybe I'm only thinking that because I actually stayed up and wasted my time watching the presidential debate last night.

We're fucked.


Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Made it Out of Atlanta Alive

From what I hear, that's an accomplishment.

Down in Warner Robins now, trying to wrap things up and be home by Friday.

What are the odds?

I've got my counterpart from the mid-Atlantic region with me, getting some mentoring.

Tonight's mentoring consisted of walking over to the steakhouse next to the hotel and doing some "networking", or maybe it was "male bonding". I'm not sure which.

I just know I need to have the Tylenol handy when I wake up.

Monday, August 1, 2016


Atlanta this week.

Wish I was somewhere else.
Like maybe back home in B-Ham with the old lady.

Saturday, July 30, 2016

It's Been Too Long

When you hear this tune.

You know you've been hanging around the gulf coast of Mississippi too long.

Time to go home.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Let's Face It...

Let's Face it.

MSgt B just isn't getting the time and energy together to keep a regular blog going.

I'll keep trying to post when I can, but work is crazy.

Let's Face it.

We're either going to elect a white female criminal or a white male potential dictator into the office of The President of the United States this year.

Let's Face it.

That Zero-to-Jackboots thing that Tamara keeps talking about in regards to Europe is happening as we speak.

Let's Face it.

My dog is a complete loss. There's nothing I can do to make him normal.
You remember me talking about how he chews on the lawnmower. Well, I was cleaning out the garage, and he got his hands on a bolt with a nut and washers on it.

It's his favorite toy now. I shit you not. I can't get him to leave it alone for anything.

I won't throw it for him to fetch, so he grabs it and throws it in the air and plays fetch with himself.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Livin' the Good Life

NEX offers ‘Express Lane’ for veterans who only purchase booze and cigarettes

Now that's funny.


Back on the road.
Beautiful Forsyth GA tonight.

Saturday, June 11, 2016

Irony and Love

That damn dog keeps chewing on the lawnmower.

It's un-fucking-real. The pretty plastic shroud over the motor is trashed. I had to throw it away.
I've replaced the pull cord twice, and the tires are starting to come apart now.
I've found teeth marks on the metal body.

Every week or so he watches me gas it up and roll it out into the yard. I spend an hour or so out there with it, and he's not allowed to join us.
I bring it back to the driveway and clean it up and stow it back in it's spot in the garage.

And he takes his revenge.



"Irony and Love are the only things that separate us from the beasts"