Medal of honour

Just a smart young man, the podcast is way too long for people to see it when
they have certain time in the day to focus on this kind of thing,
this corona….. I´m watching too much of these military podcasts.
Since I do follow this Navy Seal guy, it was interesting compared to his other podcast
how this young man turned the tables on him. Not in the bad way, the Navy Seal guy
mostly just talks and the person that is interviewed just responds, now you got
the interviewer (The Navy Seal) having a conversation with the Medal of Honour guy,
just a nice person this guy. I served, I have my morals, I also understand how the medal of honour guy
comes across hence the different way this tough Navy Seal treats him compared to other interviews.
Just watch, or read my comment, tried to put it as short as I was able to convey my thoughts
which are a lot but don´t matter. I do have a lot in common with this guy(the medal of honour)
but me and quite a lot of other people I served with, although I didn´t jump on top of a grenade
like this one, that was weird I ran out when grenades hit, not this guy, instict? crazy?
love? I believe it is instict to protect those you love in combat, quite weird for normal people.

Combat is creativity

Never thought it in that way, until
listening this podcast of a Navy Seal (Jocko Willink is his name),
The prhase that stook with me is the title “combat is creativity”
a lot of gravity,
thinking it now, before I would not think about nothing, some things once in a while, but
mostly this is your job you have to perform you trained months and even for others years
to put all that training into real life situations, and guess what, yes you do have to
improvise as the situations unfold, so combat is creativity. No wonder I found writing my new reality.

witness to war

You, are not about to witness
the distress
just witness a story
that it´s quite gory
smell your feet after having sockets filled with rats for 10 days
multiply that smell by ten ways
and you might understand the smell of a rotten body
who for us was a nobody;
take a sniff
not a wiff
of pepper mixed with vinagre…
and it´s sort sort no sort of like cordite
war is pure adrenaline dynamite,
quite a site
with all range of emotions on your left and right.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

The hooker soldier

See what you see then let it be!
Be what you be and write it surrounded by a…. bee?
Now is the now to adapt and the do the no how,
A hooker soldier I am, now,
Wow,Shakesperean literature with no proofread englishlature
A different life now,a beautiful sad life..anything new for you?
Out I go to the Social Security Services Woman…nice woman.
If I did what I did in that, this time in my life is even worst,
On my behest
Let it ring, I´m a hooker soldier…
I hook up with good people now and do the duty of a son I believe;
Just not too much grieve,accept it,
With as little possible regreten

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
(I do invent words without proofreddasd)

Single shot Freddy(30 seconds video)

I know, I see these things…specially drunk actually. Not drunk now,
but who the fucks cares, starting to piss me off staying in this shit town
staying-conversing with criminals, no joke, neither me for them. Mutual respect,
I know, did what they do, long time ago. Pisses me off not taking care of my ill mother.
So I go in this shit town, shut myself up in my rent room and see.. or watch…
I can relate.
Funny moments when one guy…. and yes ladies, we where all guys why do you think
I´m constantly horny? If you can imagine, you will never experience
it and thank goodness for you, that´s why you have nutcases like us.
That was a funny one, the U.S and..paratrooper! You do need a stress reliever, like this guy.
No brainer.
I did my job there.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

poem?aaaaaand long

No title poem, I´m just swinging it, here there..
spare, just put it there and I´m out for today,
since I do know I want you to be here, with you bastards!
Politically incorrect? Just a deffect that X
stay with me if you will and if not just hit or LIKE and FOLLOW
you are humanitarians, so I can do to my kinky dance ” wallow wallow”
I I I, starting it…. hold one let my mental process,let it gone,
how am I able to put all those one and two cent,
this I express, army days… you believe that? No,
Not even my mother, who told me “you are not made for the military”
she´ll still deny it, maybe that is why she was pissed off when I joined,
Gonna go everywhere to scare.
So joined the Spanish Legión, my mother was right.
I´m not military neither I wanted to be, I wanted to be deployed and fight.
First week in basic training I fucked up so much, the seargent put me on “protective detail”
protecting… I guess the squirrels, that was supposed to be my first weekend off, so nowI have to stay
in the base of basic military training, gaining what? People who have done it know.
But one guy, in my platoon, tatoos everywhere, a fascist, if you think I´m crazy…
fuck me then, you have to meet this one.
He told me, paraphrasing in my saying ” We can do it!”.
See? Plural, we can do it. And me thinking this was like the movie Rambo,
just get the rifle and shoot and you kill everyone only you and only you….
The reality hit, and I did get in that mentality. I forgot his name, long time now,
but he pushed me and the rest to be the best basic military platoon of the company,
there goes be,
be that military experience, talking to another blogger who had been in the
U.S military, kind of scary they can drop a A-bomb on my head…probably bounce back to the air…
in a comment she said that she took with her the smell of rotten bodies I said the blood,
actually I wote a post about smelling blood, no, you do smell that bastards dead body,
and it stinks, get to you not the blood but I said blood since it rhymed, got it?
Army days….so yes I know I´m a hero, actually I will say I´m a hero, fuck it,
a drunk too, although I´m not drunk as a skunck now nor …just not now.
How many people have you saved? From death,
forget the military shit, I go back to civilian world and fucked myself up with
alcohol, a bitch and her name is I DON´T CARE, but she is a scary whore, worst
that Tali-bany-wanny, give her a rifle, I was infantry so there is some techniques
technikes (no proofread on this computer) to move, shoot, communicate, and part of
of shooting as in my basic training is to put a name to your rifel (Sara was my rifles name)
My way or the highway! And you know every inch of her and how to shoot straight,so
give her the nutty whore who still harrasess me, what can I do? Smack her? No. I was
going to make the joke that she probably has more aim thean those other nut heads.
Take that to civilian life, I counted 4 people I saved, it either is in you or you freeze.
One-drunk girl, me smoking weed with two others across the park, girl falls
not to Niagara balls, girls friends laugh at her the two I´m with laugh, I cross the street,
push my way over to this girl (hot girl by the way) she´s chocking on her vomit,
easy peasssy, turn her to the side,smack her on the head and back, and she revives.
Two- I walk down the disco Francico! see a guy on the sidewalk on his back, his eyes rolling back, I stop,
people passing over him literally, I smack the guy, called 911, and started doing
mouth to mouth while doing CPR, not a good taste by the way, I want now a shit full of
hay. Forgot, first I did a quick check, so he was not breathing hence me kissing him…….
love is in the air! Paramedics come, aske me if he is my friend I said no, she
the paramedic looked at me as if I was crazy since she saw me doing the CPR and mouth to mouth,
I told her “he´s good right?!” Her answer was affirmtive and I walk back to my then apartment.
I said five and getting tired now of this, why did I write this,
I´m a mammas boy but with quite the two pair of balls, so when she (mother) is surprised
as to why I´m able to keep the drinking in control, I just tell her,
you said I wasn´t a military guy, you were right, yet I was a soldier once and younger,
and stronger. I deployed I did my fray know slay?(Not really, I don´t say nothing, I´m
the one mesmerized seeing her face mesmerized)
What a whacking story, true never the less. I´m a weirdo mess.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Veterans Day my way

In the U.S was Veterans Day, yesterday
Let us pray.
You talk about sacrifices?
Most people are not able to have those devices.
Hey! Believe it or not this Crazy Priest,did
His sting in the Spanish Legion, at that time was my religion.
I think that at that young age I was just not conscious of the reality,
Of that beautiful-dark insanity,I won’t explain why is beautiful,
It would take me too long and bore you to death;
Death was part of the job description,
We actually loved it so it´s a contradiction.
Now I look back and don’t even recognize that mentality of mine,
And that is more than fine.

Happy Veterans Day to those in the U.S, probably quite some soldiers it pisses them off
or just don’t care. We didn’t care, In Spain there was no parades no nothing, fine with us.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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Shakespeare called me and was mad at me, I upstaged him he said.
Quite the discussion really, nice guy though.

a harsh soldiers story

I guess you don´t give the medal of honour for having been a soldier like me.
The guy actually got into hand to hand combat.
I had to laugh since I have seen combat, heard the rounds go by, shoot them
to kill them(obviously),seen 3 friends die the smell of dead bodies, adrenaline hyped up,
smell of cordite, but what sticks with me is the not the smell of dead bodies,
it was the smell of blood and the touching of it or cover by it, whatever it´s said.
I was in the Spanish Legión, we look like pussies compared to these guys. Go figure,
I´m awake by 5.a.m and now at 9.43 a.m to be precise I´m seeing this.
I said I had to laugh, but also have to end that I did cry like a bitch.
(I´ll try to read you all alligator you animator)