I will begin by stateing I am an alcoholic and drug addict.... in recovery.
I am an alcoholic and drug addict, useiog to cover up lifes issues. Im an in treatment now for PTSD/OCD/Bi-Polar Disorder. I am at most times very sad. What follows is some of my trials and tribulations:
I was an active duty soldier from Sept 92 to Sept 96 - In most part I enjoyed my job. At the onset of my enlist I worked with the Vulcan cannon... aka mini-gun. I was good at my job. Shortley after enlistment, the Vulcan was retired(the systems were given to S Korea, they made them bad ass with active radar) anyway.... I was issued a Bradley M2A1 - my new home.. my baby. My Bradley was my Home, it was my friend, and it would save my life if I needed it to. I was the gunner.... it was my system, the main gun, the MG, the smoke... and I was good at my job.... I was well awarded for my actions behind the gun( I had the 3rd higest range score in Ft Hood)... I received Army Commendation awards, Army Achievement awards, I helped fight the worst Forest Fire on Fort Hood...... I was ordered to Guantanamo Bay Cuba in July 94 to provide Riot Control during the height of the Haitian Migratian.
While in GITMO, Cuba... I met many Haitians of character, a US Senator, gave his freedoms to help his people. I met Drs, lawyers... I met the highest and lowest of the population. I made friends. One day made me so sad.... a couploe that I had been talking to.. they wanted me to take their baby to America. They were going to throw their baby across the Razor wire to me... I stepped in and took her in my arms. I stepped out of the wire and admired this beautiful child and I cried. I could not take this child, I had a job to perform. I handfed her back to the parents and told them to wait a moment. IO climbed back up into muy tower and desended with some food for them and their child. They were grateful, and in the 6 months I got to know them well.
These people taught me about themselves and about their people.
I had to respond to several camp riots... in which my friends and my friends got hurt. It hurt me to do my duty, but I did it.
One faitful day, 4 camps broke out, 30,000 Haitians stormed the airfield... they wanted our weapons. They wanted to leave.... They first saw us in our Observatyion Towers and they wanted us to die. They tried to topple our towers but could not. So, they started to climb our OP ladders to get us. For 3 hours I hid behind my riot shield at the top of mu ladder and banged my riot batton as hard as I could to keep them away from me.
About a month later, Fidel Castro opened his borders to those that wanted to defect. At nthe hi-point, we had 25,000 Cubans. Before my next statement, I had never seen what gunfire does to a person. -- The Cubans broke camp 1 day. The could smell Burgiong King on Base and they wanted real food. 8,000 Cubans broke out and walked to BK. The Marines were called out. They warned them to go back to camp. They did not. They Shot Them. Several died and many injured. These people werent my enemy!
There is much more, byt these things stand in my mind the strongest tonight.
Matt.
Silent_Predator
To this day - I dont trust people... I fear the population. I stay home always..... I have no trust,. people tried to kill me, in my face!! Id rather have been shot at./
I am an alcoholic and drug addict, useiog to cover up lifes issues. Im an in treatment now for PTSD/OCD/Bi-Polar Disorder. I am at most times very sad. What follows is some of my trials and tribulations:
I was an active duty soldier from Sept 92 to Sept 96 - In most part I enjoyed my job. At the onset of my enlist I worked with the Vulcan cannon... aka mini-gun. I was good at my job. Shortley after enlistment, the Vulcan was retired(the systems were given to S Korea, they made them bad ass with active radar) anyway.... I was issued a Bradley M2A1 - my new home.. my baby. My Bradley was my Home, it was my friend, and it would save my life if I needed it to. I was the gunner.... it was my system, the main gun, the MG, the smoke... and I was good at my job.... I was well awarded for my actions behind the gun( I had the 3rd higest range score in Ft Hood)... I received Army Commendation awards, Army Achievement awards, I helped fight the worst Forest Fire on Fort Hood...... I was ordered to Guantanamo Bay Cuba in July 94 to provide Riot Control during the height of the Haitian Migratian.
While in GITMO, Cuba... I met many Haitians of character, a US Senator, gave his freedoms to help his people. I met Drs, lawyers... I met the highest and lowest of the population. I made friends. One day made me so sad.... a couploe that I had been talking to.. they wanted me to take their baby to America. They were going to throw their baby across the Razor wire to me... I stepped in and took her in my arms. I stepped out of the wire and admired this beautiful child and I cried. I could not take this child, I had a job to perform. I handfed her back to the parents and told them to wait a moment. IO climbed back up into muy tower and desended with some food for them and their child. They were grateful, and in the 6 months I got to know them well.
These people taught me about themselves and about their people.
I had to respond to several camp riots... in which my friends and my friends got hurt. It hurt me to do my duty, but I did it.
One faitful day, 4 camps broke out, 30,000 Haitians stormed the airfield... they wanted our weapons. They wanted to leave.... They first saw us in our Observatyion Towers and they wanted us to die. They tried to topple our towers but could not. So, they started to climb our OP ladders to get us. For 3 hours I hid behind my riot shield at the top of mu ladder and banged my riot batton as hard as I could to keep them away from me.
About a month later, Fidel Castro opened his borders to those that wanted to defect. At nthe hi-point, we had 25,000 Cubans. Before my next statement, I had never seen what gunfire does to a person. -- The Cubans broke camp 1 day. The could smell Burgiong King on Base and they wanted real food. 8,000 Cubans broke out and walked to BK. The Marines were called out. They warned them to go back to camp. They did not. They Shot Them. Several died and many injured. These people werent my enemy!
There is much more, byt these things stand in my mind the strongest tonight.
Matt.
Silent_Predator
To this day - I dont trust people... I fear the population. I stay home always..... I have no trust,. people tried to kill me, in my face!! Id rather have been shot at./
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