The Marine Memoirs - Day 025

Day 25
2009-5-20

I woke up today about three hours early, and for the first time in a very long time, my morning actually began with a magnificent hot shower! I took one of my Marines over to the chow hall, ate some breakfast, and then made my way over to the motor pool. Upon arriving, I sought out the heavy in charge of vehicles. I asked him in a professional manner if there were any vehicles available for my team to utilize. Shortly after my question was asked, he started yelling at me… for what reason is anyone’s guess. His demeanor is hostile each and every time I attempt to talk to him. All I was attempting to do was my job, and was instead chastised by a wirerat with a severe Napoleon complex. Having a reactionary force on standby in case of an emergency is obviously of no concern to this idiot. Even if by regulation, a command is required at a minimum, to have the same amount of assets inside the wire as it does out of it. I guess him referring to my, in his opinion, eccentric haircut, and my out of regulation mustache is more important than the regulations that actually matter. I really hate this guy, but have the luxury of knowing that he will always be a slave to someone of a higher rank… and to tobacco as well. Combat Logistics Battalion Three should have never of let us take over until we were completely ready. We’re operating at way below the legal operating standard, and we just sent a convoy out to Now Zad this morning, which is known to be one of the worst areas in our area of operations. May God help them… because we sure as hell can’t.

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