Yes, Lizzy, there is no Santa Claus

" wrote this while smoking a Fincks Mexican Fiesta.

I ache.

My body objects to any sort of movement. Wearing my armored vest all the time constantly reminds me of muscles I forgot. I rotate out of my cot and find my shower shoes. It hurts to bend over but I feel around and find them in the dark. I grab my rifle and trudge through the sand to the latrine.

I pee.

At least my dick isn’t sore, although it should be since I finally found a quiet place on the FOB where I can safely masturbate unbothered by inquisitive squad leaders or wandering lieutenants.

I leave the latrine and walk back to my tent. I change into my running shoes, grab my coffee cup and walk to the dining facility. As I wait in line for breakfast, I watch a Fox News story about a 16 year old girl who put together a Tribute to The Troops video on YouTube.

The video starts off with various pictures of soldiers looking brave or silly or cute. Some are male, some are female. Title cards flash on the screen: “brother,” “daughter,” “grandson,” “wife.”



I especially liked the slide titled "Girlfriend." Yes, she's somebody's girlfriend - the whole platoon's."
Big Tabacco