Some call me… Some call me…. Satan? Last night I had occasion to wonder if I have developed some sort of persuasive power over others. Over the course of the last 15 years or so I have spent a lot of time drinking with friends most of them men. During this time a disturbing pattern of behavior emerges, whenever I am around someone who is drinking they seem to be pushed to drink far beyond their normal tolerance levels. I know I have pushed some of them into this ...
Marx didn’t know shit about medicine Marx didn’t know shit about medicine So there I was half-naked on a hospital gurney wearing nothing but that ridiculous shift they love to give you. I firmly believe that the reason for this garment is to prevent you from having freedom of movement. I mean who is going to be gallivanting about the hospital scenery with their ass hanging out? Me that’s who! Especia...
The Fall The Fall I gleefully plotted the fall of Knuckles. Well that is a bit of an overstatement. While it was true that the back of my mind knew that I had to give a good account of myself to him in order to continue my climb up the ladder of dominance in the unit I never actively plotted any of what actually occurred. My self destructive nature simply played into his desire for acceptance by someone he perceived as a leader. The synergy this generated would damn near...
Deadly Charisma (Part 4) Deadly Charisma (Part 4) The Fall (or) Legends of the Fall II: On the Balcony with the Drunken Man-Ape. Golden Path and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t even end up as a sandworm to boot. SSG C deemd me worthy of enough of his time for me to relate my experience with not only our Guardrail collection system but several other systems as well like the U-2 , EP-3 , and ARL aircraft. He was mightily impressed by all of this ...
Deadly Charisma (Part 3) Like I said, I knew I was fucked. There was no way I was going to survive a one year tour of this place if I had to work for some gung-ho “Hooah!” spouting jackasito! Understand that I had run afoul of “his kind” before and it there had been some rather bloody and under-handed battles fought for ascendancy. The difference was that in this unit here at Ft. Hood I would not have my usual advantage : The Mission. You see in all my previous assignments I had been invol...
As you may have gleaned from my earlier articles I am a Sergeant in the U.S. Army. I have been on active duty for going on 13 years and have nearly a decade of that spent as a Non-Commisioned Officer (NCO). When I joined the Army in 1992 the military was in a period of heavy transition from the Reagan/Bush years and the drawdown into the Clinton/Post Desert Storm years. During this timeframe the cultural changes in the Army were nothing l...
Deadly Charisma (Pt. 2) As everyone returned from Exodus the company decided to forgo the PT session on the actual day of return. Instead we all simply met in the company’s back room at 0900. In come the troops, the first one that caught my eye as a slightly chunky white private with her hair done in cornrows (against Army regs as being faddish) PVT Hick , the second was a short and skinny little blonde kid who had obviously frosted the tips of his hair bleach white (same problem as...
DEADLY CHARISMA (Pt. 1) One of the reasons I wanted to start writing here was to help straighten out some of the jumbled memories I have accumulated over the years. Of particular interest to me, (and no one else in all likelihood), are the memories of the last 4 years or so. This time frame encompassed vast changes in my life and psyche. I will be publishing this bit of time largely under the title of Deadly Charisma in serialized bits for easy consumption and to avoid lengthy posts rem...