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07:57am 29/02/2012
  They're going to delete inactive communities so I'm posting to keep active.  

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06:22am 07/09/2009
  I'm new to all of this and this is alot of me looking for advice, and when times get hard for me I like to turn to strangers for advice so please add, read, reply thank you  

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how to say goodbye... 
07:22am 03/12/2006
  copy and past the site below in ur broswer window be for u keep reading.

SFC priestap was my plt sarget here in baghdad. He is one of them people that when they walk in to ur life u cant forget them. i ask that u take time and think about the ones that u love. then think of him. dont feel sad about his death or feel sorry for his family. They are sad them selves but they know that jims life was on that all peple can lean from.


The soldier stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"

The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."

after reading this if u want to let the family know that u care u can sign a book and leave a message for the family at

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just want to share this 
12:18pm 16/01/2006
  He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm howizzitor. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march.

He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime.

He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood. And we have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so. As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot.. A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.......

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i need some help 
04:18am 20/12/2005
  Ok im getting ready to move out to iraq in march06. I was not yet told where i will be going. All i wanted to knwo is where in the country do i want to go. I mean i want to see some action. I was told by ppl that wear just over all they did was sit around. All they coudl to pass time was watch the sun move from east to west. Im in a combat MP company if any one knows what mps are doing over plez let me know. i just want to hear if from some one that is still over there or just home.


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07:34pm 27/09/2005
  Well as some of you know my company was deployed to the state of missippi to help out after mother nature took some anger out on the state. I had been down there from about a month when this tuesday the 27th we were supposed to start our trip home. Insted we ended up going west. I am now at the LSU campus writeing this from a computer in the basketball court complex. I hope this new mission is better then the one we had back in ole miss. Well more to come latter. If you want to know how i am on a day to day basis call my cell 1(586)944-7493 see you all soon


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01:42am 16/05/2005
  WOW this week has been very busy for me. All i have to say is that my Unit is very active when shit goes down in this state. Last well i got called at 0300(3am) three times to go to my unit for QRF(quick Reaction Force). Wed i have to go to the baseball feild for a drill on what to do if anthrax was found in the area. That was fun..All dressed up in my chemical suit wich addes about 10-15 deg to the temp when it was about 75. Then on Thurs i had to go to metro airport for an drill on a terr cell claiming that they where going to shoot down planes. i was at the air port from about 0800(8am) till about 1644(4:45pm). The hard part was getting back to the unit. Me being the i dont give a fuck type person jumped the grass that divides the road and blocked traffic so the 30-35 hmmwv(military hummers)convoy can cross the road. My 1sgt loved that one but hell i got the convoy home in record time for that time of day. I only caused a 2 mile backup near the air port. Now ill tell what i did friday. Well at 0300(3am) i get the call
CALLER "PV2 Kolatski"
ME(still sleeping) "yeah"
CALLER (firm voice "Dont you YEAH me..do you know who this is"
ME(little me awake) "i have no idea. all i know is its early"
CALLER (kinda pissed now) "well its sargent koz"
ME (shocked) [under my breath]"oh shit" (in to fone) "yes sgt koz"
SGT KOZ (laughing) "now that ur awake you can drive down to the unit again. We get to go to the bridge today."
ME "sgt no disrespect but are u jokeing with me"(sgt koz is a very jokeing person)
SGT KOZ "nope im not jokeing we get to go to the bridge to canada"
ME " yes SGT im on my way"

well i arived at the unit around 0700(7am) and waited till about 1500(3pm) just to be told that we could go home. Thats what i got to all week.

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AA Players Unite!! :D 
04:05pm 14/03/2005
  Anyone else getting the poops with low ping super fast users who aren't in the US but have a US Army star next to their names? I finally figured out how Australian's are getting them. They're for sale on eBay! I'm now an official US army account holder. [cough] Time to whoop those other fakies butts! :D  

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ha ha I love that game 
08:53pm 08/01/2005
  Well let me introduce my self, My name is Michael and I am looking to join the Army. I live with my soon to be wife Sarah and I go to college with my major of study being pre-law. I am looking at the military for experience and as a way to pay for college. I wanted to ask this group what military life is like on you, how has it been good/bad for your relationship. I am still looking into it and am meeting with a recruiter on Wednesday. My parents were in the military and I liked living on base.

Anyhow I wanted to introduce myself and ask your advice.

I play the game now and then, its fun but I dont play that often

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02:22pm 26/12/2004
mood: nervous
I am currently 11 days till ship and damn am I nervous. I go to Ft. Benning on 5Jan2005 for OSUT with an MOS of 11B (Infantry). Anyone else stop watching the news before they go to basic, cause I know that I haven't been watching. Oh yeah, this is awsome http://www.snopes.com/photos/military/kalat.asp .

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06:08pm 21/12/2004
  Merry Christmas you guys!

A Different Kind of Christmas

I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh,
And looked across the table where the bills were piled too high.

The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix,
My stocks were down another point, the Dolphins lost by six.

And so with only minutes till my son got home from school
I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool.

The burdens that I carried were about all I could take,
And so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break.

I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust,
No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust.

And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh,
Eight Hummers ran a column right behind an M1A.

A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens.
Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean.

They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight,
Their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night.

Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind,
To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again.

There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease,
They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MREs.

They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see,
They didn't need an ornament-- they lacked a Christmas Tree.

They didn't have a present even though it was tradition,
The only boxes I could see were labeled "ammunition."

I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side,
He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried.

I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near
And kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear.

There's nothing wrong my little son, for safe we sleep tonight,
Our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right,

To worry on the things in life that mean nothing at all,
Instead of wondering if we will be the next one to fall.

He looked at me as children do and said it's always right,
To thank the ones who help us and perhaps that we should write.

And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note,
To thank the many far from home, and this is what we wrote:

God Bless You all and keep you safe, and speed your way back home.
Remember that we love you so, and that you are not alone.

The gift you give you share with all, a present every day,
You give the gift of liberty ...and that we can't repay.

So God Bless all our heroes standing watch out there today,

From all of us that they make safe here in the Good old USA.

They are over there to make sure we can be here with our love ones.

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07:45am 21/12/2004
  well im back. 8 weeks away from ur family makes u see how much they realy do mean to you. Ill be home till 2Jan05. I have to report back to the base by 2359(1159pm) 3Jan05. They I stay there to finsh my training as a Military Police MP. I grad 11march05 as a United States Army MP from Fort Leonardwood Missiour. Basic Traning was not that hard. The hardest part was the first 2-3 weeks. Thats when the DRILL SARGETS(DS) where yelling at us the most. My company started out with 210 tranines but we are down to 192 as of 17dec05. On 10dec04 we hade two(2) female trainies go absent with out leave AWOL. They where found by the company 1sgt at a hotel about 15 miles from the base. When they were found they had gone to a WAL-MART about a mile from there room a bought $30 worth of candy. Well i have to go but i will write more later


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09:59am 22/10/2004
  Dont you think that Albania should stay in front of the axe of evil? Dont you think, that we need to fuck them this criminal tribe first?  

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05:41pm 10/10/2004
  Hello, I thought I would join this community since I am joining the army this January. I'm 19, male, and from NC.  

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08:09am 29/08/2004
  Hello, im new in this community. I am interested in the army well a lot. my brother has been in operation iraqi freedom since the begining and my grandfather was in between nam and korea. I would like to know if anyone knows wehre i can find a listing of military terms and things like that.I am 14 years old. i shoot smallbore rifle in the national matches at camp perry, ohio every year for ney york state. i had a chance to meet alot of the army marksmanship team and it was fun. i like the army and the people in it.  

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12:10pm 02/08/2004
  I thought this community was for the game, my mistake.

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MP prayer 
02:14am 01/08/2004
mood: angry
Army National Guard Spc. Craig Frank’s tour of duty in Iraq was to officially end in less than a month. Instead, the Lincoln Park native was killed Saturday during an ambush.

Frank, a 24-year-old military police officer, was hit in the back by a rocket-propelled grenade Saturday while riding in a Humvee in Beiji, a city of 60,000 people about 145 miles north of Baghdad, Iraq.

“He never had a chance,” said his mother, Linda Frank, on Sunday.

Frank’s father, Timothy Frank, declined comment.

The attack came as Frank and his fellow soldiers were guarding a convoy. A second soldier was injured in the ambush.

Friends said Frank had only been back in Iraq a few weeks. He was granted leave by the military from June 10 to July 3 so he could be present for his father’s open-heart surgery, which was successful. They also said that his tour of duty in Iraq had been extended in the war zone.

Frank joined the Michigan Army National Guard’s 1776th Military Police Company Taylor in in 2001. He was sent to Iraq with a different unit: the 1775th Company of Pontiac.

He was enrolled in Eastern Michigan University prior to being called to serve in Iraq.

Frank is the 27th soldier with ties to Michigan to die in Iraq since the war began in March 2003.

The last Michigan soldier killed in Iraq was Army Sgt. Aaron Elandt, 23, of Port Hope. He was killed May 30, when the Humvee he was in struck a land mine while responding to a mortar attack.

Elandt was a cavalry scout with the first armored division and had been in Iraq for about 14 months.

That makes me SICK because all I hear from people is that the GUARD is not part of the army, we are weekend warriors. Well I agree we are only drill on the weekends,but we are still soldiers. Next time you hear some one call a NATIONAL GUARD member a weekend warrior think of Army National Guard Spc. Craig Frank. He died like any other soldier but was called an weekend warrior. HE died like every other soldier with PRIDE. Knowing what he was doing was to keep his beloved country safe.


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11:15pm 26/07/2004
mood: anxious
DAMN i went to drills this weekend and OMG i cant wait to go to BCT. I mean i loved it there. I loved every part of it. The getting yelled at the runing. ALL of it im soo ready to ship out

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11:42pm 27/06/2004
  I do admit that I joined only to ask a question, and it is as such:

I'm trying to do research for something I'm writing, and it's taken me to the issue of army doctors. I'd like to know: in general, what is the quality of the medical care that's received in army bases? What kind of training have the doctors had? Did they study on Army time? Army money? Do their residence on army time? Also, are medics just an army course course, or also people who've gone to school? What's the procedure like to see the doctor? Does it depend on the base? Any old bit of info would do great.

ETA: More importantly, I think, for what I was looking for, is the kind of attention/care you'd get different than a civilian doctor? If so, how?

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12:47am 14/06/2004

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