combat

A “hero” (funny that Word) was born perfect?


Shit…..looks like me,or not, shit,
This was me
not my fault…
yesterday I got stabbed by the fucking marrocans, (didn´t say muslim)
just the bunch of thief´s in my town
before i leave i promise they will be underground
and me,
prison
not forgiven
so I fight in ¨ the dark ugly piece of shit sand¨,
called for some Afghanistan or Afghanishiit
they do pay me for that, so at least if I made it
I hade some dough to buy a hooos!
now

That is me sexxxxxyyyyyy!!!

A hero was made
And it was deployed and redeployed
THe idiot loved the adrenaline
As much as our bondship and not so much the bloodshit

get out of here, fucking hot, writing shit that is not s.. I forgot.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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the brotherhood

Young men full of pride,
cockiness is one word they can not hide.
They train intensively for battle, wanting blood inside,
that cage that they will rattle.
Then, reality hits them when they get to experience the real mortality,
but for most,
the training is so ingrained in them,
they take pride(some) and find a place in their,
their minds are set in neutrality
working and working with that mortality.
People from all walks of life,
really putting their life´s
in each others knifes.
That small group of men, a young one normally,
are the brotherhood, you don´t really like the guy next to you,
but in most intensest you can bet your life that he will do his job
to protect you and me goes to him….I think I lost a ring,
that is brotherhood, not friendship.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

The spanish legion

Once in a lifetime I felt I did something good, basically for the Americans,
that speak Spanish!…..just kidding, fucking around, tomorrow I WE’LL READ YA
and leave some COMENTS, if you’d like to read them but today for me a fucked up day,
AND WHO HASN’T ONE OF THOSE DAYS OR WEEKS OR LIFE IN GENERAL,
FOR GOT, these are what we called in the infanry “pistolos”, everybody that wasn’t
in the infantry where shit, I know at 35 years old, I knew the minute I was there
at 19 years old that wasn’t true, but you got the moral up, and I’m writing too much. Read ya tomorrow, it’s my duty to learn from you persons.

Hit it!!!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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

Soldiers mourn? Ask Patton.

Hey you, yes you! I gotta run to do some fun, so I’m not going to take your comments
just to be honest. So I dare you to unfollow me…. having said that, lets get down
to business, or writing business, or just a saying. I know it sounds rough, it is,
but if you want to comment I’m more willing to comment back…tomorrow, if you did
not unfollow me. So again, lets get down to what those words have some end.

“It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died.
Rather, we shall thank God that such men have lived.”

George S. Patton.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses, read ya’ll lator, you alligator!