Appalachian Patria

Appalachian Intellectual. To me that means plain thinking. I am A Non Commissioned Officer in the Army Reserves. Let me say...My views expressed here are mine and not those of The U.S. Army, Army Reserve or my fellow brethren in The National Guard. This is entirely Sua Sponte. This is My Thinking. I'm single and in my mid 30's. Politicaly, I'm a Libertarian. (Again, Sua Sponte.I do not represent the Libertarian Party.)I love my native Appalachia, Rock n Roll and...I love God.

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Location: Brevard, North Caroilina

I started blogging for two reasons. I was concerned about the changes to the area I live in, Southern Appalachia and I was about to go to the war. I was in Iraq in 06 and 07 and now Kuwait in 11 and 12. Blogging was a means of documenting my experiences and hoping it would help gain clarity. I don't feel that way about it any more. It's said people write blogs because they are frustrated, that's why people read them too. That makes us sound apocalyptic. Are we? Let it be said, what I say here is of my own thinking. This is entirely Sua Sponte and not an official representation of the U.S. Military or the U.S. Government as a whole.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Taji Log 10 Jan 07

I about shot a Dog Sunday.Me and an interpreter was doing a post check in my truck when heard a dog bark a few feet away. I stopped, got out and saw the dogs. Two of them were walking away from us. I followed them along to angle the shot and make sure it was a clean one...After all, I was using my 9mm. I heard the interpreter, "Pablo" yell "they have babies". I looked back across the cement pad and saw a puppy scramble under neath it. I couldn't shoot anything with a baby. I let them go. We did manage to get the camera under the pad and snap a shot.

The other night I was out on our parameter and saw several walking along in a pack. I was too busy chewing the Iraqis for bunching up. One of the Officers from the BDU MTT team wanted to see the view from our towers at night. So, everyone of the mobile patrols were racing to it worse than the cops back home. I promptly got out of the truck and lit into them that they were leaving other parts vulnerable.

This is Taji. It was quite a base at one time. One of the interpreters said that many of the ware houses were empty. it did have infrastructure though. Now everything runs on generators. Today I saw some LN contractors trying to get a generator to run. I joked with some other GI's that I didn't know that if people were to ask us what Iraq is like we should say everyone is worried about generators. These boy's figured it was because they didn't have any gas. They can't keep fuel in them, other than Coalition generators. That's a funny thing about this place. It's sitting on top of all this oil and nobody has any gas.
A problem we face as advisor's is the denying of responsibility. The Iraqis will shift responsibility around like a hot potato. The other morning I had to hand one radio batteries and tell him to take them out to the guards, it wasn't going to take five minutes. Everyone wants the benefits, but doesn't want the responsibility. I don't get it sometimes. How can some of these dudes have five kids and two wives? That's allot of responsibility and they can't tell me if they are responsible for small issues on Guard duty? They've been keeping up the radio batteries though.

Dogs can create tunnels under fences and pick up disease. But, about everyone I see is healthy.
I saw yesterday that some of my guards had taken in a puppy. Pablo wanted to. But, I can't. It's against CENTCOM General Order#1. Which covers no drinking, you can pretend to drink with "near Beer", don't mess with the women, don't pretend to mess with the women, don't feed the animals don't mess with them, don't pretend to mess with them. Oh and don't get caught.
I got a Christmas Card from a Muslim. They can be such kind and polite people and they are trying to kill each other.
A while back two Jundis, one Sunni, one Shia
got into a fight over the news of massacres in
Baghdad. The Iraqi Commander took their TV's
away and posted signs saying that they are brothers and will not fight.

They will fight he mud though. It sticks to everything. Rocks stick in it on the bottom of your boots. I saw an 18 wheeler stuck in a 1/4" of mud yesterday. There is nothing like it.
I topped seven months in theater yesterday. I'm now in my eighth month. In theory, I have four or five to go. I won't start the calender yet.



Fight the good fight, people
The Appalachianist

27 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

(LOL),,ok it's boots,,but it ain't good boots if ya know what i mean,even if it is under your bed..

1:44 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I'm enjoying reading your somments about Taji. My son is there too, with the 5/20 Stryker brigade.

Keep safe,

Proud Stryker Dad in Texas

1:47 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I read every thing you put out and the posted comments too, and I try not to impose too much of my thinking except to say stay safe. It's important Now, about the belly dancing . . . . Take care of us and yourself. Bill

4:18 PM  
Blogger sage said...

don't you hate it when your boots weigh about 50 pounds, with 48 of the pounds from mud. Keep sage.

BTW, I have a pic of deer eating out of my bird feeders up. Murf says that if you see it, you might start shooting up your computer screen!

10:06 PM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

Somewheres deep in the mind of a Tomcatskitten...

Jeff, big thanks for following along. I know your sons unit. We are housed together. We probably use the same latrine.

Bill, I'm serious, go see a belly dancing. It ain't nothing dirty. Now imposing your thinking, what nerve did I strike?

10:16 PM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

Murf makes me into a monster. No, I wouldn't do it. Shame on her
It does suck...suck you further into more mud. It's like super glue.

10:25 PM  
Blogger Murf said...

A.I., I do no such thing. Posts about you shooting dogs makes you into a monster. ;-)

7:01 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

they were leaving their parts vulnerable?..well,,maybe they all have lucky parts like you do sugar bear?.. deep in the mind of? na, you don't want to go there it's more muddy than your boots ;)

7:27 AM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

Murf,I didn't shoot the dogs. Lets take A POLL!

HOW MANY OF YOU THINK I'M A MONSTER?

Now, we'll see.

The Kitten strikes again...If you were to spray paint me brown I just might look like the honey comb bear.
Hey! Theres female mud wrestling going on in Tomcatskitten's brain! Let's all go watch!

9:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

now,now, think of bill, if he is'nt ready for bellydanceing,how will he ever handle that? besides i think you have a pretty good show going on in your own...

12:34 PM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

Kitten, will you please take the poll?

I swannee. One woman female wrestling...

12:54 PM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

I meant one woman female mud wrestling...

12:56 PM  
Blogger Murf said...

You're taking a poll to see how many people think you are great? Doesn't this go against you're 'I don't do that Tarzan, chest pounding thing' comment in your last entry? ;)

2:17 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I had a great post, but I either lost it or sent it about a hundred times. I jsut wanted to say you are right about belly dancing, and you are right about belly dancing and me. I think I saw one one time, but it was way back when my '66 Mustand was new, and I was new too, too new to count.

3:37 PM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

No, Murf, I'm not taking a poll to see how great I am, seeing if I'm a monster. So, far not a soul is saying a thing. Must be a mute point.

Bill, happens to me all of the time to.

10:31 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

well if spray painted you brown,and you had on those nasty boots,,then i could see it..otherwise, na. what made the big hole in the ground,is that where something landed?

10:46 PM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

Kitten, I'm on top of a bombed out bunker. If anyone was inside it most likely they still are.
With that said, we you hush and go mud wrestle yourself?

7:07 AM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

Well, Murf, no one wants to say I'm a monster...I dunno...

7:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

can mud wrestling really be considered as fighting the good fight?...ai,you need to stop looking for excuses to stare at my brains..; p

7:45 AM  
Blogger Murf said...

I'd like to point out that no one is saying that you are not one either. ;-)

10:49 AM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

Kitten, you hve a pretty brain.

Murf, they are just ignoring it...How effortless...Guess, I'm not a monster, didn't shoot the dog that had puppies.

11:47 AM  
Blogger Murf said...

They're just too scared of you to answer yes. ;-)

11:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

All the email I send is being blocked by a spam filter. Leave the the poor old dogs alone.

6:44 AM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

I suppose they are Murf.

I'll look into the e-mail. Sorry, daddy, pretty soon, I may have to take care of one.

9:21 AM  
Blogger Lee Ann said...

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9:45 AM  
Blogger Lee Ann said...

Hey! What a cute puppy. Wow, something extraordinary hit me this morning reading your post. I got incredibly sad. I was thinking how I did not sleep well last night and I finally just got up around 3:30am and have been up ever since. Then I think of you and where you are, where you sleep, what you do during the days and nights....and I know it must be very difficult. I mean, at least I have the comfort of my bed, television and a snack in my fridge anytime I want. God bless you and stay safe.
~xo

9:48 AM  
Blogger Hill Billy Rave said...

Don't feel bad, Lee Ann, I've been awake since 2:30. I tried getting back to sleep until 5. I my heater that sits above my window(which is sandbagged) had ran all night, but the air was cold. It finally turned off, I hit the control again and it blew chunks of dirty ice at me. I wouldn't call it extraordinarily sad, Lee Ann. It could be worse. But, thanks for the thoughtfulness.

12:36 PM  

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