May 13, 2004
The anticipation, the focus in the minds of all Marines participating in the convoy, could be cut with a knife it was so thick. It was in the air from 2100 to 0200.
It was rest time before we moved out. A bunch of us congregated on top of my track to bullshit, drink non-alcoholic Becks beer, and smoke. It was a great feeling to be together before an important operation. With the sun going down and a cool breeze, we were happy for a moment. We slept until 0200, moved out by 0230, and staged near the cloverleaf.
At 1000, the General rolled into the city, but decided to only take five Humvees, five LAVs (Light Armored Vehicles), and some ICDC. The man’s got balls of steel. So we were QRF (Quick React Force) instead. Standing by to save his ass if he got shot at.
Well, guess what—nothing happened! We were so pissed off! After all the hype and rehearsals, nothing happened. The mission was accomplished, sure, but we wanted some action. I did, however, get on CNN. My track anyway, 111, was rolling by and the U.S. saw it.
We just went back to base and had a couple more days of R & R. I hope we’re not getting spoiled. Right now we’re out at an old position with 2/2 Gulf where that Gunny died. We’re only here for a night. We’ll be bringing 2/2 back to the FOB tomorrow.
I’ll talk about our time at Mech Camp the last couple days. As the last entry stated, I had called Jenni, the one that got away. I had an amazing and fun conversation with her. I wish I could say the same for last night’s conversation with her. I plainly told her that I still care for her. I do. She asked why I act different on the phone as opposed to in person. Because the phone is safer, I trust myself. When we’re together, it just all comes back, and it’s like we are in high school again, in love.
I also implied that it might be a good idea to discontinue our friendship because of how I feel. She might be able to control herself but at the same time tease me. I love her, but I know now I can’t have her again. I’m not supposed to have her.
I want to make her happy, though. She wants to stay friends forever. I know in the back of my mind that’s impossible, but she instills confidence in me, and I don’t want to give that up yet.
What I would give to go back to high school! Lord knows, I miss it. I miss her. I don’t know if I’ll call her again. Well, at least not soon. Maybe I won’t visit her. So long, Jenni—like I haven’t said that before!
Mike keeps encouraging me to sweep his sister Franci off her feet. She is beautiful. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve fantasized about her many times, but she is way to classy for me. Mike doesn’t think so. I appreciate that. She’s 34, which isn’t a problem because I always enjoy dating older women, but again, she’s in a higher class than me, I think. I’m going to ask her to the Marine Corps. Ball, I think. I need to call her first. What am I going to say? I’m such a retard.
I talked to Jason. That was therapy. La Favre has been my boy since fifth grade. He was excited to hear from me. The feeling was mutual. I love that kid. I guess he’s planning on joining me out here, or so his command is saying. He’s on leave right now. I can’t wait to see him again. I hope it’s sooner than later.
We talked about going to school together when we get out in a little over a year. I can’t believe it’s been that long already. The future looks exciting! Oh shit, he also heard Tristen got arrested for crashing his car and hurting some people—he had been drinking. It hasn’t been confirmed yet, but losing his leg has finally gotten to him post-war!
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