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Wow… I lack words that don’t involve swearing for this whole Soulja boy incident bullshit. First off that piece of shit wanna be rapper needs to have his ass beat by some real goddamn rappers. 98% of the time I freaking hate rap and hip hop, just not my thing. Some of the more emotive stuff I can get in to but gangsta rap? fuck is that shit any way. Doesn’t matter though, the real talk here is the bullshit about this walking feces that things it’s human trying to come out and talk trash like he’s hard. Come get some bitch, come get some. Biggest crew in America right here, 3 million + strong and we all have each other’s back when it comes to shit like this. We might give each other crap, interunit, interservice, crap doesn’t matter when it comes down to it, we’re all brothers first and foremost. Come at us bitch.

The REAL shit that pisses me off about this whole situation isn’t this bitch trying to stir up some controversy and tell us to fuck off. It’s the pieces of grabastic shit trying to DEFEND this little bitch. Then turning around and hating on us because I guess it’s cool or something.

Calling us baby killers and all sorts of crazy bullshit that is obviously recycled from the fucking 1970s goddamn flower child nonsense. Blaming US for the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan like we have something to do with it, like we can effect where we go, when we go and why we go. Don’t hate the troops for that fucking nonsense, we don’t cut ourselves orders to go off to war, we don’t want to leave our families to go in to a war zone when we might not come back. We stand up and say we will. When the United States says “Who will go for us?” we are the ones who stand up and respond “Send me, I’ll go”. Instead of cowering behind a computer screen, and talking trash with the group think, blending in with the bullshit crowd when you damn well know not a single one of you bitches could look a Marine, a soldier, a sailor or airman in the face and say ANY of that crap on your own, or when your ass isn’t in front of a computer screen, we believe in something, we take a stand for something.

In the end it’s the officals you elect, the people you put in to office that send us, republicans and democrats, Bush and Obama. It’s not us, not our generals, not our officers, not our SNCOs or NCOs and it’s not us junior enlisted either. We are a miltary under civilian control, it is you who sends us. YOU, not us, not our choice, we’re just willing to go when the call comes.

So go ahead, talk your trash. I challenge you, an open invitation to come to me, or ANY man or woman who’s on active duty right now or a veteran and say the same thing to their face, I challenge you to have the balls to talk your trash in person. Then I want you to go home, having proved you’re at least man enough to do that and remember that in the end you just insulted and talked trash to a man or woman who would, with out even knowing your name, die for you. That you’re spitting on the graves of over four thousand men and women who have died for you this past decade. So when you’re done talking your trash? Say thank you and go the fuck on your way.

I ain’t linking the video because fuck getting that little bitch get more views, but here’s a dis track from a military rap group currently in Afghan and a action figure calling Soulja Boy’s bitch ass out.

To inquire about talking trash to the blog owners face, please respond below or send a PM to this account and you’ll be contacted. If you’d really like to prove your hard and try to start a fight, the blog owner would be happy to beat the shit out of you provided you sign a liability waiver, and are ok being filmed having your ass kicked like a soccer ball at the world cup. Semper Fi and go fuck yourselves.

I want to take a minute, this is outside the standard upload schedule, and it’s not even a true review because I have yet to read the book in question. I don’t have to though, I know this story like it was tattooed on me next to my moto tat. I got this the same way I got a lot of Marine Corps lore and history, via oral tradition and in this case from the best possible source. A man who was on the ground with the unit. It was an important part of boot camp these tales of valor and courage under fire, they taught us the example we had to live up to and not just how high the standards were but why they were so high and demanding.

I grew up with the stories up heroic Marines, Chesty Puller, John Basillone, Dan Daly, Carlos Hathcock they were my comic book heroes, stories passed on or stories gleaned from books I devoured. As I grew and when I enlisted these men became even more heroic and their feats of valor and courage even more astounding. Unlike superman they were only men, frail in the way of thing, short lived and fighting in conflicts that chewed up brave men like a meat grinder and still they persevered, still they never quit. Their dedication though, to a man of these super human individuals was to their men, to the guys around them.

SgtMaj Brad Kasal, United States Marine Corps is one of these heroes from the modern generation of Marines.

You might recognize him from this photo, it was all over the place for awhile and while I could tell you the story I think I’ll just show you all his Navy Cross citation instead.

 

 

 

 

 

The President of the United States
Takes Pleasure in Presenting The Navy Cross To

Bradley A. Kasal
First Sergeant, United States Marine Corps

For Services as Set Forth in the Following Citation:

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For extraordinary heroism while serving as First Sergeant, Weapons Company, 3d Battalion, 1st Marine Regiment, Regimental Combat Team 1, 1st Marine Division, I Marine Expeditionary Force, U.S. Marine Corps Forces Central Command in support of Operation IRAQI FREEDOM on 13 November 2004. First Sergeant Kasal was assisting 1st Section, Combined Anti-Armor Platoon as they provided a traveling over watch for 3d Platoon when he heard a large volume of fire erupt to his immediate front, shortly followed by Marines rapidly exiting a structure. When First Sergeant Kasal learned that Marines were pinned down inside the house by an unknown number of enemy personnel, he joined a squad making entry to clear the structure and rescue the Marines inside. He made entry into the first room, immediately encountering and eliminating an enemy insurgent, as he spotted a wounded Marine in the next room. While moving towards the wounded Marine, First Sergeant Kasal and another Marine came under heavy rifle fire from an elevated enemy firing position and were both severely wounded in the legs, immobilizing them. When insurgents threw grenades in an attempt to eliminate the wounded Marines, he rolled on top of his fellow Marine and absorbed the shrapnel with his own body. When First Sergeant Kasal was offered medical attention and extraction, he refused until the other Marines were given medical attention. Although severely wounded himself, he shouted encouragement to his fellow Marines as they continued to clear the structure. By his bold leadership, wise judgment, and complete dedication to duty, First Sergeant Kasal reflected great credit upon himself and upheld the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and the United States Naval Service.

Damn, what can you say about something like that, the details reveal that SgtMaj Kasal (he’s been promoted since this event and remains on active duty as of this writing) took seven 7.62x39mm rounds and when he shielded the young Lance Corporal he went in to the building with from the grenade took 43 pieces of shrapnel. Still he kept fighting, still he never surrendered. When he finally got aid, it was estimated that he had lost 60% of his blood. What kind of courage? what kind of untold valor must this man have? What kind of hero must he be? Well when he was called a hero SgtMaj Kasal simply said this “I’m just a Marine doing his job” that last bit right there, unselfish and unwavering devotion, with humility laced in to it that is what truly makes a man a hero, whether SgtMaj Kasal agrees with the description or not he’s becoming a Legend of the Corps, one of the names taught to junior Marines as an example of a warrior spirit and a lion heart.

Semper Fidelis.

So it’s not secret I am a massive fanboy for the hopefully soon to be released video game Six Days in Fallujah. I’ve brought it up in a couple posts previously and it’s going to feature yet again in a post will be coming up shortly on this blog space focusing on story and history based/modern first person shooters. So while it was on my brain I clicked over to Atomic’s webpage (www.atomic.com) to see if they had an update and noticed they had a contact page. While there was no update on their main page I did send them the below email and received a very fast response from Peter Tamte the president of Atomic Games.

Email Chain: (portions redacted for privacy, etc)

To: press@atomic.com

Subj: Not a journalist, just a Marine

To the staff of Atomic Games,
You guys really didn’t have a “fan mail” or “general contact” email
listed on your web site so I guess I’ll just use the press contact email.
I want to take a minute to thank you for all of your work on 6 Days in
Fallujah, I hope that project finishes, I hope a publisher finds the
same kind of bravery you did in taking on this project.
It’s not pretty, it’s brutal and real, I have no doubt of that, the
Marines working with you on the project wouldn’t settle for anything
less. That reality is what would have made any number of
devs not take on this project, a story this powerful, this intense, this
real is an amazing challenge to tell. Thank you for taking that
challenge. I can only hope that this story gets to be told
and that this game does release sometime in the future, I’ll be first in
line with a lot of other Marines when it does.
Thank you again and Semper Fidelis,
The Response:
Frm: Tamte, Peter
Re: Not a journalist, just a Marine
Thank you for your very kind email.
It is the support of Marines like you that keeps us going. We greatly appreciate your kind words, and we also really appreciate your service to our nation. We truly hope that we will have the opportunity to let people all around the world experience for themselves the remarkable stories of this generation of Marines.
Semper Fi,
-Peter
Ok I was always a fanboy for this game, but I’m so far in their camp now it’s not even funny. Any company that cares enough about the subject of their game (Marines) that their president takes time out of a busy schedule and replies some random guy who just sent a “keep going guys!” email wins definite awesome points in my book. I mean I expected a response, but a boiler plate from a secretary. Jesus I’m so lame at thinking this is so awesome.

Some interviews with Mr. Tamte and his crew regarding Six Days in Fallujah just so this post isn’t all me being lame:

I’ve never really understood the fear of being alone, or the pain of isolation. I’ve always naturally been a loner to some extent, A little more reserved and withdrawn it’s just how I am. I’ve always kept my friends close and limited, there are maybe one or two people I can tell everything to and completely be myself.

In the depths of my depression, the walls went up, and even in a room full of people I knew what it meant to be alone, to be completely isolated. Alone and screaming in a prison inside your own head. A cell of your own design and creation, struggling to escape but being pulled ever deeper in to the black inky darkness held by down as you fight and struggle and suffocate. That’s a general description of how depression feels, being dragged down in to a cold, suffocating darkness, drowning and not even being sure if you want to take another breath.

That’s where I was, it was not a fun place as you may be able to tell. I’ve made a lot of progress in the last couple of months but I still have a long way to go in my battle to recover. I’m also starting to come to grips with a diagnosis of Aspberger’s Syndrome which certainly explains a lot of the struggles I’ve dealt with through out my life. However facing the reality behind the cause of those struggles and making terms with them can be a whole different matter all together.

Aiding me in this struggle in the best friend I’ve ever had, who has also consented to date me for reasons known only to her. With out Darcy’s helping hand I’d probably be in a lot darker of a place then I was before I started getting better.

I’m currently enlisted in the United States Marines and this is as place where mental issues are frequently misunderstood or pushed aside. Depression is something you need to toughen up for. Something more serious like Aspberger’s Syndrome which comes with a bunch of issues socializing or speaking is seen as a failure to adapt to the Corps rather then a disease or a mental disorder respectively. This is par for the course for a military that has only just recently started to even notice PTSD a crippling mental disorder that’s been affecting soldiers as far back as there’s been warfare. I’m not saying the Corps isn’t handling my healthcare properly but I am saying they don’t do a very good job of even trying to understand what my issue is and why I have it.