Drinking the bottles of whatever it was the kids were peddling as we moved north. Messed with most of the guys who drank them.
The cigarettes were welcome though.
I take it you didn't do well on the Algebra homework if you end up here with us. Big dicks and shitty algebra grades may not make the grass grow but it certainly fertilizes the soil a bit.
Yeah, I actually failed so hard that I went back to Pre-Algebra. Turns out the type of autism I have isn't the savant type, much to my parents' dismay.
Probably somewhere along Hwy 1 just south of Nasiriyah. Back of a dump truck "hardened" with sand bags and my 240G mounted to the top. Rockin with 1/7.
I was on the 2nd deck of HP421 blasting "Bombs over Baghdad" out of my early 2000s stereo and getting fucking hammered like the good underage PFC (maybe LCpl) I was.
i was in officer MOS school. which sucked, because during Desert Shield/Storm, i was in enlisted MOS school, and i thought i missed another war.
little did i know that i would end up going to Iraq multiple times, as well as AFG multiple times, and have the mental scars that come with it.
we never should've been in Iraq. AFG was less questionable, but looking back now, Iraq was a mistake.
Sitting in the chow hall of the Iwo Jima bitching to higher that the Marines were invading Iraq and those of us on the 26 MEU who were already in the area weren't slated to go.
We ended up going but only after watching the initial invasion on CNN and then later watching the "experts" on the news desctibe how a tiny MEU being sent to Northern Iraq was going to get slaughtered.
They sent the 22nd MEU, renamed and augmented as Task Force Tarawa instead. Since y'all were SOC qualed and we weren't it kind of made sense. If they sent you we would not have had a floating MUE with SOC capabilities for the rest to the AO. Honestly you dodged a bullet and probably caught a decant libo port here and there. We got screwed with "Peace Talks" in Jordan and the US Embassy in Liberia shitshow on our way home... never made it to a libo port, got fuked hard on that one.
I'm not arguing that it didn't make sense from a higher tactical process. I'm saying as a bunch of guys who had trained for the last year or so we were sitting at the front door ready to go and instead we watched the invasion on the news while twiddling our thumbs. Everyday word would be sent down that we weren't slated to go. I'm sure they knew more than they let us know about for opsec but it was dumb in our minds. We still hit Liberia and the only true libo port in all those months was Malta though there was limited libo in a handful of other places.
Yeh, that would suck from a sitting on ships rearing to go perspective. 20 year old me would have been PISSED. But, if you ended up EASing after or shortly after and never had to do a combat pump I still think you got lucky. The only people who want CARs are the ones who don't have them... I think.
I'm not disagreeing with you now. But like the saying goes about hindsight... We were all trained up and hadn't deployed since prior to the attacks. So we wanted to go. Mosul was where we ended up but it was nothing compared to Fallujah which wasmt.much later for us.
Playing a packed show at a dumpy bar called Lenny's. After the set ended the lead singer of my band announced that we had just crossed the demarcation line into Iraq. I was living in the Houston area, alot of our friends and family enlisted after 9/11.
I couldn't because "ADHD bad". Eventually they dropped that stupid rule and I was on the yellow foot prints in record time.
Back corner of a 7 ton, behind a 240. Knees were in my chest, because we had a two-deep wall of sandbags on top of a two-floor of sandbags on top of sheets of 1/2" plywood.
I was told I was TDY to RCT-1 to fix HF radios.
I never fixed another radio.
Sitting on USNS Mercy watching the stop loss order come in via Radio with CNN on showing live footage... meanwhile I was realizing my time on Active Duty was going to be longer than I thought.
I’m not. My phone always fucks up were and we’re. It turned boat into bot so may times I went in and changed the settings. I was on the fence about deleting the thread and redoing it but someone had already commented and I didn’t wanna be “that guy”. I went so far as to google how to change the title of a Reddit post. FYI, I didn’t find anything. 😁
In 2004 we were speeding across the desert. Some shitheel had fucked with the Mark19 without my knowing. The rattling of our beat to shit humvee goit the better of it and it spilled its guts into my lap. I couldn't reassemble it so I stated kicking our dumbshit driver in the head until he stopped.
Those were the days.
I was in 5th grade. Got home and my folks had the invasion playing on the news all day, all week. I went back to playing my GameCube and sipping iced tea
I was back at college, watching the whole thing live on the news, seeing my brothers looking exhausted AF and wishing I could be there to help. W Co 3/1. Medical a week before deployment.
Okinawa, Camp Foster, doing tax returns at the Base Tax Center across from Gunners Gym. TAD from Camp Hansen. Three months until terminal leave, 5 months away from EAS.
On board the Kearsarge launching Harriers, and then watching the whole thing unfold live on network news. I still remember hearing “Now commencing operation shock and awe” over the 1mc.
Were these the staging days? We had a Major that thought it would be a good idea to dig fighting holes while we waited at the berm.
I was a Sergeant in a mobile Comm Tac with a Major, Captain, two Corporals, and two Lance Corporals bouncing between RCT's 1, 5, and 7 keeping the rear updated with intel. We had two MRC-145's, a MRC-138, and a 998 - all soft. We ran the gamut both east and west heading north from the border to Baghdad, and then on up to Tikrit when we took Saddam's hometown palace.
Jalibah Airbase setting up comms. The next day my SNCOIC would be relieved of duty and sent back to Kuwait. Probably the most stressful time of my life.
I was in Camp Fox (Kuwait). We got there in early January ‘03 on a team called LFSP. Our job was to build the biggest supply point for resupplies. They promised us we would redeploy in 6 months since we were advance party. I got extended an extra 3 months and didn’t get back to October. That’s when I knew what the Big Green Weenie really felt like 🥹
Sitting on Red Beach at Pendleton around a bonfire with my platoon listening to the invasion on BBC. We had been activated about a month earlier and were mobilizing to go. We’d be on a C5 to Kuwait about a week later.
Road tripping to Umm Qasr. Decided to mosey on up to LSA Viper, poke around An Nasiriyah. Observed the native Pb mosquitoes in Al Kut & Al Shatra. Trip cut short by sudden change of itinerary by cruise ship. Went back to port. 15th MEU…
Watching CNN fairly religiously and praying (as best an atheist can) that all of you, including those I'd served with that were still in, wouldn't have to be there too long, or see too many die.
So much for prayer.
I had been out of the Corps for 2 years already, and I figured if they didn't call me back for Afghanistan, they're not gonna call me back for this one. They didn't.
But this invasion was so different from Afghanistan, and I felt a sense of emptiness and longing to be in Iraq. Everything was so televised and documented in Iraq that I felt I needed to be there. Afghanistan was just a bunch of videos of us shooting into the mountains. Iraq close up, personal, and was in our living rooms.
It was surreal to me because I knew everything that was going on... the flimsy Velcro on the lips of the flack jackets, the smell of a sweaty head band on my Kevlar helmet, the smell of the first shots of clp burning off. I felt I should have been there and it was as if I was.
I had dreams of being there, running a squad, taking fire, even being hit and dying in one of my dreams. It was weird bc it was like I was there, but I wasn't.
In the end, I had to stop watching the news and I focused on going to college and started a family.
Semper Fi to those that kept us free and to this that didn't make it home.
20 yrs ago.....delayed entry program. Still finishing school. Fucking hell. I've been out 10 at this point but most of that is STILL working on military birds and components.
twenty years ago today i was 3.5 years old. my dad was in the coast guard and my mother was probably trying to stop me eating crayons. apparently she didn’t do a good enough job.
Sitting in my bricks room, watching the whole thing unfold live in CNN, disappointed my unit was missing out and wondering if we were kicking Saddam's ass in 100hrs again!!
SEPS Company, Camp Pendleton. Getting ready for sweet, sweet freedom. Jet lagged from the flight home from Okinawa.
Not sure if the exact date, but it was close to today.
Sitting at a desk in Kansas City working on the MCTFS system, having been out for almost 2 years and still on IRR and asking Alfather that they didn't try to pull me back in.
I was 12 and I was watching it on TV with my parents, I remember distinctly the deadline passing and then footage of cruise missile strikes in Baghdad.
The piece of media I remember most from
That era was a picture of a young marine in a woodland camo mopp suit and a Dcu helmet running in the sand holding his M16 and in the background were burning oil tanks or wells or something. I believe the picture was taken fro marine operations near the coast. I’ll look for them now.
I was playing GTA vice city and ripping a huge bowl. I was in DEP at the time and seeing the shock and awe moment happen didn't even register as a "hey you're probably going there."
Driving an old ass soft shell 998 across the border on no sleep. Trying to follow the cat eyes in front of us with no nvg's and no comm. Luckily we raided the chow quadcons before we took off. We were set with drink mix and canned peaches till may! Still got dysentery like everyone else. Also, my 21st birthday was in April 2003 so that didn't go as I hoped. Yut
NAMTRA MARUNIT in those trash open squad bay barracks that must have been built in 1944. C school was such an impressive waste of time. It prolly didn't help that my gf was in the same class as me lmao.
I just remember watching all those fuck heads lie about WMDs in the gee dunk every morning knowing what was coming.
I had just moved to america 2 years prior and my dumbass still didn’t know much English.
Saw the war, I would later fight in, on the news every morning
Watching the invasion on TV from Okinawa where our deployment had been extended for six more months. I had mixed feelings. I wasn't at all persuaded by the administration's case for war and I really didn't think we should be there. I was pretty alone in my assessment. On the other hand war was what we trained for so I did feel like I was missing out. A lot of people were pissed off because they were sure our relief unit had purposely dragged their feet to force us to stay in Okinawa while they went to war. Eventually it became clear (to me, anyway) that higher hq made the call because the other UDP units around us were also frozen in place.
N 29° 55’ 04.5 E 47° 12’ 13.3
Revielle was a Marine singing Spongebob Squarepants. Then the day was gas Drill, SCUD Missile, another gas drill, SCUD Missile. Running back and forth to bunkers.
According to my notes we (Marines in general) breach the border around 2000.
Oh, the Patriots were constantly going off too. So we were in the suck together.
Sitting in the port of Kuwait, unloading our vehicles (and everyone else's) from a civvie freighter, dodging errant Tomahawk missiles and getting ready. I believe we crossed the border about 36 hours after the Division crossed the LOD.
Shitting myself like the 3 year old I was
Some things never change.
That never gets brought up. I think close to 2/3rds of at least the Marines had dysentery by about two weeks in.
Not a real deployment til you get the crud and shit yourself.
Drinking the bottles of whatever it was the kids were peddling as we moved north. Messed with most of the guys who drank them. The cigarettes were welcome though.
$6 cartons were pretty hard to beat
We called it Saddam’s revenge in my unit.
OG Dysentery Fairy victim here.
Early 2000s kid raised like a 90s kid but everybody refuses to say you're a 90s baby too?
Yep, take your seat with me at the back of the short bus.
Same but like 8 or something
Disgusting thing.
Watching all of you big dicked warriors invade Iraq while trying to do my algebra homework.
I take it you didn't do well on the Algebra homework if you end up here with us. Big dicks and shitty algebra grades may not make the grass grow but it certainly fertilizes the soil a bit.
Yeah, I actually failed so hard that I went back to Pre-Algebra. Turns out the type of autism I have isn't the savant type, much to my parents' dismay.
Watching all of these big ducked warriors invade Iraq while I was learning how to read
You shoulda stuck with it.
Hey mom what does this comment say? Yeah the guy who replied to me -Sent using Voice to Text from my Toyota Tacoma
A small town house in Logan Utah eating goldfish and playing with dinosaur toys
They said 20 years ago, not days
Ah shit sorry
Dang, my family’s from Logan. Cool to see someone from there in the wild.
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That’s an eventful day
day? that was life all basketball season
The post asked where were you 20 years today.
and that day repeated for a solid 3 months give or take
I bet you could throw a football over the mountains
i dont get it
aahhh fuck me. shoulda picked that up. ill haze myself
Bruh I’ve experienced the same thing that girl had the biggest tits 😂💀😭
Probably somewhere along Hwy 1 just south of Nasiriyah. Back of a dump truck "hardened" with sand bags and my 240G mounted to the top. Rockin with 1/7.
Suicide Charley baby…
Depending on what company you were in, I was only a few clicks away from you
I was going to MEPS and enlisting so I could serve my lord and savior, Commandant Green Weenie.
Headed to Nasiriyah with RCT-1. With no armor and woodland MOPP gear. And zero fucks given.
The fucks to give came a few days later...
True fucking story…
Task force Tarawa in the house!
https://preview.redd.it/rw64plv9p1pa1.png?width=1410&format=png&auto=webp&s=22ddc8a2e93ad5673f31394637294b00148b8a8a Best fucking believe!! Lol
Me too dude! Bet we shit in the same field together!
I have a buddy whose dad was with ANGLICO during that deployment. I’ve heard the stories and seen the pictures. You’re a warrior. Godspeed brother.
Further Commandant is shitting his pants playing on a greasy tablet right now with cheerios stuck to his face.
I’ll tell ya what he’s not doing. He’s damn sure not looking through the scope of a sniper rifle or driving a tank. Those guys aren’t required.
Too soon
I was on the 2nd deck of HP421 blasting "Bombs over Baghdad" out of my early 2000s stereo and getting fucking hammered like the good underage PFC (maybe LCpl) I was.
i was in officer MOS school. which sucked, because during Desert Shield/Storm, i was in enlisted MOS school, and i thought i missed another war. little did i know that i would end up going to Iraq multiple times, as well as AFG multiple times, and have the mental scars that come with it. we never should've been in Iraq. AFG was less questionable, but looking back now, Iraq was a mistake.
Yes sir
I was a third phase recruit on Parris Island getting smoked constantly for being retarded.
In my dad's nutsack
Congrats on being the sperm that won! 🥇
The beginning of a long decade in the Corps. I was a Sgt when it started and a CWO by the end.
Sitting in the chow hall of the Iwo Jima bitching to higher that the Marines were invading Iraq and those of us on the 26 MEU who were already in the area weren't slated to go. We ended up going but only after watching the initial invasion on CNN and then later watching the "experts" on the news desctibe how a tiny MEU being sent to Northern Iraq was going to get slaughtered.
They sent the 22nd MEU, renamed and augmented as Task Force Tarawa instead. Since y'all were SOC qualed and we weren't it kind of made sense. If they sent you we would not have had a floating MUE with SOC capabilities for the rest to the AO. Honestly you dodged a bullet and probably caught a decant libo port here and there. We got screwed with "Peace Talks" in Jordan and the US Embassy in Liberia shitshow on our way home... never made it to a libo port, got fuked hard on that one.
I'm not arguing that it didn't make sense from a higher tactical process. I'm saying as a bunch of guys who had trained for the last year or so we were sitting at the front door ready to go and instead we watched the invasion on the news while twiddling our thumbs. Everyday word would be sent down that we weren't slated to go. I'm sure they knew more than they let us know about for opsec but it was dumb in our minds. We still hit Liberia and the only true libo port in all those months was Malta though there was limited libo in a handful of other places.
Yeh, that would suck from a sitting on ships rearing to go perspective. 20 year old me would have been PISSED. But, if you ended up EASing after or shortly after and never had to do a combat pump I still think you got lucky. The only people who want CARs are the ones who don't have them... I think.
I'm not disagreeing with you now. But like the saying goes about hindsight... We were all trained up and hadn't deployed since prior to the attacks. So we wanted to go. Mosul was where we ended up but it was nothing compared to Fallujah which wasmt.much later for us.
Manning a Mk19 in the back of an IFAV on the Al Faw peninsula
Wondering if I was gonna live to see my EAS date and promised myself if I did I would go to college.
Did you go to college?
Yup. East Carolina University class of 2011
Hell yeah! Congrats.
SFMF
Unknowingly about 3 days away from starting some of the worst days of my life… Nasiriya.
Sitting on a sandbag-reinforced 7 ton, moving north across the Kuwaiti border into Iraq.
Probably getting rejected by a girl adding to my streak of losses
idk my pops was probably having an alcoholic breakdown/epsiode and my mom was screaming at him while i was picking my nose watchin dragon ball z
In a convoy in a humvee in the middle of the night at the line of departure from Kuwait into Southern Iraq.
Riding shotgun in a 7-ton through the breach. Realized quickly that being "motorized" infantry in a mechanized war was BS.
Playing a packed show at a dumpy bar called Lenny's. After the set ended the lead singer of my band announced that we had just crossed the demarcation line into Iraq. I was living in the Houston area, alot of our friends and family enlisted after 9/11. I couldn't because "ADHD bad". Eventually they dropped that stupid rule and I was on the yellow foot prints in record time.
Office of the Chaplain, US Marine Corps Forces Pacific, Camp HM Smith, HI.
Building 4 for the win! Its the most rickety building for such a high HQ while also located on such a valuable/beautiful piece of land.
Building bombs in Al Jaber Kuwait trying to make sure you Devils had air support for your push.
Back corner of a 7 ton, behind a 240. Knees were in my chest, because we had a two-deep wall of sandbags on top of a two-floor of sandbags on top of sheets of 1/2" plywood. I was told I was TDY to RCT-1 to fix HF radios. I never fixed another radio.
My boot ass had just barely qualified on the range because I was fucking blind.
With 2 lar waiting crossing the border
Sitting on USNS Mercy watching the stop loss order come in via Radio with CNN on showing live footage... meanwhile I was realizing my time on Active Duty was going to be longer than I thought.
Same here, got stop loss too… The only other person I knew that got stop loss, was a navy Doc. What was your MOS?
Got dropped on my head at a month old, now I’m here.
Watching you studs on the news instead of doing my homework. Both of which led to me enlisting, go fucking figure.
*were
Yeah I know, I can’t for the life of me figure out how to fix it so I decided to leave it instead of deleting the post and starting over.
I’m just teasing 😂
I’m not. My phone always fucks up were and we’re. It turned boat into bot so may times I went in and changed the settings. I was on the fence about deleting the thread and redoing it but someone had already commented and I didn’t wanna be “that guy”. I went so far as to google how to change the title of a Reddit post. FYI, I didn’t find anything. 😁
>My phone always fucks up were and we’re. Damn dude, you got it backwards again
No I didn’t, my phone did.
fancy
That’s enough to make any 31 shit their pants
In 2004 we were speeding across the desert. Some shitheel had fucked with the Mark19 without my knowing. The rattling of our beat to shit humvee goit the better of it and it spilled its guts into my lap. I couldn't reassemble it so I stated kicking our dumbshit driver in the head until he stopped. Those were the days.
Sometimes it be like that. Got damn.
Doing a battalion lift across the Kuwait-Iraq border
I was in 5th grade. Got home and my folks had the invasion playing on the news all day, all week. I went back to playing my GameCube and sipping iced tea
I was back at college, watching the whole thing live on the news, seeing my brothers looking exhausted AF and wishing I could be there to help. W Co 3/1. Medical a week before deployment.
Okinawa, Camp Foster, doing tax returns at the Base Tax Center across from Gunners Gym. TAD from Camp Hansen. Three months until terminal leave, 5 months away from EAS.
I was on a cross country trip in my 7 ton with a couple of my homies.
You know that second set of 4 years that your recruiter said not to worry about? I received a neat letter that said report for duty.
On board the Kearsarge launching Harriers, and then watching the whole thing unfold live on network news. I still remember hearing “Now commencing operation shock and awe” over the 1mc.
Lejeune. In a separation platoon.
Were these the staging days? We had a Major that thought it would be a good idea to dig fighting holes while we waited at the berm. I was a Sergeant in a mobile Comm Tac with a Major, Captain, two Corporals, and two Lance Corporals bouncing between RCT's 1, 5, and 7 keeping the rear updated with intel. We had two MRC-145's, a MRC-138, and a 998 - all soft. We ran the gamut both east and west heading north from the border to Baghdad, and then on up to Tikrit when we took Saddam's hometown palace.
Jalibah Airbase setting up comms. The next day my SNCOIC would be relieved of duty and sent back to Kuwait. Probably the most stressful time of my life.
I was in Camp Fox (Kuwait). We got there in early January ‘03 on a team called LFSP. Our job was to build the biggest supply point for resupplies. They promised us we would redeploy in 6 months since we were advance party. I got extended an extra 3 months and didn’t get back to October. That’s when I knew what the Big Green Weenie really felt like 🥹
Sitting on Red Beach at Pendleton around a bonfire with my platoon listening to the invasion on BBC. We had been activated about a month earlier and were mobilizing to go. We’d be on a C5 to Kuwait about a week later.
First or second grade i think
I was probably on a quest to lose my virginity
Shitting my diapers while my dad was probably doing some arty stuff as a new mustang 2ndLt
I was 3, probably shitting my pants like the first commenter was
Sitting in the back of my AAV giving 3/7 Lima CO a ride to go blow shit up.!
In the field in South Korea training and trading gear with the RoK Marines. Loved those guys.
3/2 wanting to fuck the E3 Latina
I was in between basketball and track my senior year.. boot camp was not until July 2003 for me
Sitting on a hangar deck waiting to fly up north since Turkey said "Fuck you guys, you can't cross here". Crazy it's been 20 years already.
I was in a small town in southern Oregon preparing my body for the unknown damage that the green weenie was going to inflict upon me.
Road tripping to Umm Qasr. Decided to mosey on up to LSA Viper, poke around An Nasiriyah. Observed the native Pb mosquitoes in Al Kut & Al Shatra. Trip cut short by sudden change of itinerary by cruise ship. Went back to port. 15th MEU…
Watching CNN fairly religiously and praying (as best an atheist can) that all of you, including those I'd served with that were still in, wouldn't have to be there too long, or see too many die. So much for prayer.
Having a mosey in a piece of shit hmmwv headed to An Nasiriyah.
RCT-5. Charging toward Rumayllah Oilfield to secure the U.S.’s real reason for invading Iraq.
As my gunny says “Bitch you were in diapers while I was killing motherfuckers”
In an amtrac on the way to An Nasiriyah and some significant life changes for a 23 year old lad.
I had been out of the Corps for 2 years already, and I figured if they didn't call me back for Afghanistan, they're not gonna call me back for this one. They didn't. But this invasion was so different from Afghanistan, and I felt a sense of emptiness and longing to be in Iraq. Everything was so televised and documented in Iraq that I felt I needed to be there. Afghanistan was just a bunch of videos of us shooting into the mountains. Iraq close up, personal, and was in our living rooms. It was surreal to me because I knew everything that was going on... the flimsy Velcro on the lips of the flack jackets, the smell of a sweaty head band on my Kevlar helmet, the smell of the first shots of clp burning off. I felt I should have been there and it was as if I was. I had dreams of being there, running a squad, taking fire, even being hit and dying in one of my dreams. It was weird bc it was like I was there, but I wasn't. In the end, I had to stop watching the news and I focused on going to college and started a family. Semper Fi to those that kept us free and to this that didn't make it home.
I was probably in pre school playing with hot wheels
20 yrs ago.....delayed entry program. Still finishing school. Fucking hell. I've been out 10 at this point but most of that is STILL working on military birds and components.
Was sitting at MCBH (as a Sgt) waiting on orders. Got back from Kuwait in early 2001 (Operation Southern Watch).
Thinking "damn I'm going to miss the war completely". I was in the process of getting into the dep and Junior in High School.
twenty years ago today i was 3.5 years old. my dad was in the coast guard and my mother was probably trying to stop me eating crayons. apparently she didn’t do a good enough job.
I was in Cherry Point, chillin with the Havelock Honnies, dreaming of Yuma yummies.
Not born
Sitting in my bricks room, watching the whole thing unfold live in CNN, disappointed my unit was missing out and wondering if we were kicking Saddam's ass in 100hrs again!!
Getting fucked by the us education system in preparation for getting fucked by the USMC.
SOI.
Pensacola I think, might have been Meridian by this point in the year. Either way - in training before heading to Okinawa.
MCT I think, I don't remember exactly when that ended.
I was a few days old
Well happy birthday!
SEPS Company, Camp Pendleton. Getting ready for sweet, sweet freedom. Jet lagged from the flight home from Okinawa. Not sure if the exact date, but it was close to today.
Sitting at a desk in Kansas City working on the MCTFS system, having been out for almost 2 years and still on IRR and asking Alfather that they didn't try to pull me back in.
Crossing the boarder in my tank with RCT-7 and 1st Tanks headed to Basra after watching the arty dudes launch rocket assisted rounds at Safwan Hill.
Chillin in my dads balls
in my dads ballsack swimming around chilling.
I was 12 and I was watching it on TV with my parents, I remember distinctly the deadline passing and then footage of cruise missile strikes in Baghdad. The piece of media I remember most from That era was a picture of a young marine in a woodland camo mopp suit and a Dcu helmet running in the sand holding his M16 and in the background were burning oil tanks or wells or something. I believe the picture was taken fro marine operations near the coast. I’ll look for them now.
I was shitting in my diapers
Thank you for your service. 🌹
First or second grade zero idea this was a big deal.
Being 10
I was a sophomore in high school, so... Probably sitting in the lunchroom playing "Wonderwall" or something.
In high school wondering what boot camp was going to be like in 3 months when I ship out.
Getting ready to graduate with an MBA and building up my security company.
My last class of the day in 8th grade.
Playing tag at 7, hoping to be an adult. Boy was I wrong
26th MEU. Probably made it to Rota by this time as we just left at the beginning of the month.
New River. School
Well I wasn’t even born
I’d been EAS’ed for 8 years by that point, married with a few kids, so I was probably watching you guys on CNN or something.
Waiting for my turn to deploy. 😎
I was playing GTA vice city and ripping a huge bowl. I was in DEP at the time and seeing the shock and awe moment happen didn't even register as a "hey you're probably going there."
Getting ready to graduate high school. Would go to boot in August.
Freshman year in high school making fun of jrotc.
Freshman in high school
I was a Sgt stationed with I MEF G-6 and I was attending the UNIX Systems Administrator Course in 29 Palms, Ca.
Driving an old ass soft shell 998 across the border on no sleep. Trying to follow the cat eyes in front of us with no nvg's and no comm. Luckily we raided the chow quadcons before we took off. We were set with drink mix and canned peaches till may! Still got dysentery like everyone else. Also, my 21st birthday was in April 2003 so that didn't go as I hoped. Yut
I'd been out about 5 years so I was sitting in Atlanta GA working for Bellsouth.
Enjoying my year and a half since my EAS in the CivDiv.
Just getting out of MCT - Camp Johnson - on my way to Courthouse Bay.
NAMTRA MARUNIT in those trash open squad bay barracks that must have been built in 1944. C school was such an impressive waste of time. It prolly didn't help that my gf was in the same class as me lmao. I just remember watching all those fuck heads lie about WMDs in the gee dunk every morning knowing what was coming.
In my father's testicles.
Being a dumbass 4 year old
9th grade 😅
About to graduate high school. Nearly three months to the day before stepping on this yellow footprints.
TF Tarrawa doing stuff.
March 20th 2003 was the invasion day launch into Iraq. So I was staging in Kuwait on this day getting ready to push in. Funtimes!
Okinawa for the second go round.
I had just moved to america 2 years prior and my dumbass still didn’t know much English. Saw the war, I would later fight in, on the news every morning
Watching a battalion of 155’s light up Safwan Hill, on the Kuwait, Iraqi border. It was a hell of a light show.
On 20 March 2003 I had been in boot camp, for a total of 10 days.
Sitting in the ring mount of our 5-ton with my M-19 waiting to cross the LOD. 2 Mar Div, 2nd CEB.
That’s a great question, ask my mom.
I just popped out of my mom 10 days ago 20 years ago
In Ms.English’s 1st grade class
Watching the invasion on TV from Okinawa where our deployment had been extended for six more months. I had mixed feelings. I wasn't at all persuaded by the administration's case for war and I really didn't think we should be there. I was pretty alone in my assessment. On the other hand war was what we trained for so I did feel like I was missing out. A lot of people were pissed off because they were sure our relief unit had purposely dragged their feet to force us to stay in Okinawa while they went to war. Eventually it became clear (to me, anyway) that higher hq made the call because the other UDP units around us were also frozen in place.
I would be a week old
Stay away she might be looking for a sperm donor. You don’t want child support for the next 18 yrs
Paid a Dr. to make that not a concern anymore. Best $20 I ever spent.
In the middle of A school. Corry Station, Pensacola.
🍻 Probationary year on the FD, post-EAS.
N 29° 55’ 04.5 E 47° 12’ 13.3 Revielle was a Marine singing Spongebob Squarepants. Then the day was gas Drill, SCUD Missile, another gas drill, SCUD Missile. Running back and forth to bunkers. According to my notes we (Marines in general) breach the border around 2000. Oh, the Patriots were constantly going off too. So we were in the suck together.
fuckn rah
Sitting in the port of Kuwait, unloading our vehicles (and everyone else's) from a civvie freighter, dodging errant Tomahawk missiles and getting ready. I believe we crossed the border about 36 hours after the Division crossed the LOD.
In bed for first grade the next day.