I've come a different person, a changed man.
I've come home, I will never be the same person again, I did everything from GACs (Ground Assault Convoys, the guys that go out to draw fire from the fucking insurgents, we also did QRF (Quick Reaction Forc)) or CLP (Combat Logistics Patrols the same thing as GACs but focused mainly on transportation of goods) But I also volunteered a lot of my free time at the hospitals, I became certified in CPR, Patient Packaging, Combat Life Saving, and Minor Field Expedient Surgery. The reason I've started this thread here is because all that I saw and went through in this past deployment made me look at things from a different perspective, there are better things to do than to try to impress some air headed chick. I am no longer the guy who will try anything to win a woman, shit, if that one doesn't work, I'm already working on two more, I'm sorry for sounding harsh, but that's just the cruel reality of life, the strongest and slickest will always win, and good guys always finish last, or don't get to finish at all. I didn't know being the bad guy was this much fun.
Sincerely,
CH
TRAIN HARD, SHOOT STRAIGHT, KILL CLEAN, APOLOGIZE TO NOONE. 147th RQS
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TRAIN HARD, SHOOT STRAIGHT, KILL CLEAN, APOLOGIZE TO NOONE.
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