one man army

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I’m or was… Rambo, people tell me that I don’t look like me in that picure,
fuck you all, no wonder now I’m 35, I was just a 19 year old in that pic,
handome, I had hair back then, and was build like a brick wall, now I’m
brick wall falling.

So here is my point, I have a strange mental condition, when everything
seems to be fine I fuck up, I actually get mad when I cook and something falls
or is not the right recipe, or stupid shit like that, I go nuts.

The psychologist told me to stop or remembering my time in the army and deployed,
wich fuck her, I want to remember that guy that is now in the sky.
All those three were under my command (won’t say much about how we worked
since it can last like a theses.)

I told the sergeant not to go to the same route that we went in, he, said…..yallow yallow
fucking idiot. So I told these men what the sergeant told me to do, nobody was happy obviously,
and you notice as the air sucked out of your longs, the ringing of the ears, so there I am semi conscious,
trying to work what the fuck I have to do, so got 3 of them out of the VAMTAC wich is basically
the Spanish version of the US army HUmvee, except we had no armored.

And then the firefight started, so I got three guys out in the middle, couldn’t help the other one,
so those three guys fucked up I had to make a radio call for others to assist me. They did.

So here are two things, one that in the civilian life you call them “friends”, really?
have you ever been in fucked up situation and see the so call “friend” stand still or run
off away? I didn’t even like these 4 guys under my command, but hence comes something
different wich is true, “brotherhood”, it’ s our job to accomplish whatever mission that they
tell us and in order to do so you have, you have to depend on the guys around you

Fuck it

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses

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