Complacency Kills. All the higher ups say that and you see signs everywhere in Iraq with those two words. I guess most of the time since Iraq is boring as fuck, you can’t help get that way and you aren’t in the lookout of that sniper in the rooftop or that IED buried underneath the ground. Then of course that blue moon comes around in the form of a mortar attack heard across the distance or a blown up truck that rolls into the motor pool. In between staring at dirt and being bored out of your mind, such instances kinda help you realize the thought in your mind that says “Holy shit, I’m in Iraq.”

When that once in awhile scared shitless moments happen I do my best getting a camera to get pictures of it. These are million dollar trucks and humvees blown up looking like metal confetti. Seeing that shit usually pisses me off and I can only think I’m glad it wasn’t me in that thing when it went boom. It’s really aggravating sometimes because the entire country is like this. It was quite a different story a few years ago, but things don’t happen enough now that people become ho-hum in this “combat zone.” You can’t help it, if anyone got stuck like us out here they would start sunbathing out in the middle of the day too. You would be driving around Iraq surrounded by buildings that look like swiss cheese because of all the blown out windows and bullet holes, going across cities and towns straight out of scenes from the Road Warrior, and the main thing floating around your mind would be whether they’re serving spaghetti and meatballs today at the chow hall.

Sometimes the bullet holes and charred remnants of vehicles work my way into my head. I hope if I get hit with an IED it would be a really pussy one so that I will get a Combat Action Ribbon (CAR) but with all my limbs intact along with any other body part and bodily function. Maybe a little shrapnel across the eye would be cool so people will ask me of the great war story behind the scar. Girls will think that’s so hot.

God that would really suck if I lost an arm. I wouldn’t be able to play guitar anymore and it would be really hard cleaning after myself masturbating. Imagine if I lost both my arms? I guess losing my feet wouldn’t be so bad. I would save so much money on shoes. Have you seen how much a pair of Chucks cost now? It’s fucking outrageous. It would be kinda cool though because I always think about how I might be chosen into some crazy government program that will build me back up as a cyborg à la Robo Cop after losing all my shit in some blast. I would be the Million Dollar Asian Man. If they update me with a machine gun as a left hand and a bigger penis then I am so set for life.

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