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*In a C-130 over the mediterranean sea*



Thank god for Blackwater's infinite resources because any other company would've left us there. Anyway here I sit next to King and Page wondering whether or not Page is gonna give me one of his very tasty looking slim jims or not. I'm so glad I was able to keep the charging chord otherwise I would of gone insane with boredom about an hour ago but I didn't so now I'm listening to Throw it on me by Timbaland. I wonder if there are zombies in… Continue

Hey, random ass digital journal I keep just sitting in this fucking truck next to 5 tons of guns and ammo. I bet your probably wondering why I'm sitting in a truck next to 5 tons of guns and ammo huh? Well you remember the armory haul? Course you do anyway, we got a third truck to haul all this gear. But the problem was we didn't want anybody stealing any of our shit like running up when we stop and grabbing a rifle which isn't unheard of especially these days



So we drew straws and… Continue

As the sun broke someone started singing "Ain't no sunshine where they go, only darkness everyday, ain't no sunshine where they go, so now we must go away" I said to myself "ain't that the truth" there had been fighting all night and even though we were in our underground sleeping quarters it was still loud as fuck



Which is where we end up now, on the wall during sunrise and when the sun finally broke the mountains all we saw was bodies hundreds of thousands maybe even a million all… Continue

I was stationed in Al Jaraf, Iraq when our team got a call. The job was that a commander on a firebase in the Afghanistan Mountains was afraid he didn't have enough support to hold out. But the problem was the U.S. Army occupying the Middle East didn't want to send any men. So this commander calls us saying he's got a million dollars (that's 50 Gs each) and that he'll pay us if we come up there as support. Course our answer was Fuck yeah and as soon as the guy finish the call we grabbed all our… Continue

I opened my eyes and saw a Marilyn Monroe poster staring down at me from the ceiling. I sat up took out my earplugs I used for the damn moaning. I put on my sleep pants and a muscle shirt grabbed my belt and holster put that on. Then walked into the kitchen scronged around for some insta-coffee which I found in the 'junk drawer'. After that I put the Mr. Coffee on and went to the Radio Room.

I usually started out my routine broadcast with…

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