Sarin Gas in Iraq

They would have to start finding this stuff right when I am going to go there.
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I don't promise heroics

If you watch the news, you might have heard something about troop rotations in Iraq. Understandably, soldiers everywhere listen for this type of news closely. Their families and friends watch and listen fearfully, dreading the inevitable news that someone they know will go. Right now is a very fearful time to be in the military.
If you have been living in fear on my behalf, thanks. There is no more need to fear my going to Iraq. I leave for Iraq in August. I am not coming home first. It's done. Second brigade from the Second Infantry Division is sending 3,600 troops (the entire brigade) to Iraq this summer. My unit, the 1st of the 503rd Infantry Regiment is an air assault battalion in 2nd Brigade.
I promise you one thing. You will be proud to claim me. I will not shame you. Cowardice will not prevent me; incompetence will not hinder me; frustration will not cloud my judgment; boredom will not lower my guard; and hardship will not slacken my resolve. Realistically, I can't promise all of these things. I am only human, but I promise you my best. I don't promise heroics; heroes die and I assume that everybody wants me to come back. I am coming back.

Salt Lick

People always get the wrong idea. I suppose I am very busy giving them the wrong idea but other people's lack of perception is not my concern. There are two schools of thought on my "love life" (or lack thereof). Some people think I am Don Juan reincarnated. Then there are the people who know me and think they know better. That's just my male friends.
So I licked my boss's girlfriend's back Saturday night. It was completely innocent, I assure you. At least as innocent as it could have been with as much alcohol as we had consumed between us. I ran into her late Saturday night at a club in downtown Seoul. I recognized her, called her by name and she was happy to hang out with me. We danced for a while, until the DJ announced a contest requiring couples. She immediately grabbed my hand and said we should compete. I agreed. Well, it was a "sexiest body shot" contest and my boss's girlfriend was looking me directly in the eyes and telling me earnestly, "I think the sexiest body shot would be with my ass facing you and you licking the salt off my back." When a beautiful woman is telling me where to put my mouth on her body I tend to not think twice.
The other contestants were an unattractive white couple, and a Korean couple. Supposedly, two girls were going to compete as a couple but I didn't see them. We went first. The best part wasn't licking the salt off her back, and that was good; but taking the lime from her mouth was almost too much. How our lips met around the lime I do not know, but they did, repeatedly. The unattractive couple won. I can't remember what they actually did for their body shot but the girl exposed her fat midriff and large breasts to incite the crowd. Even the Korean girl's exposed nipples couldn't elicit more cheers from the unruly, classless mob in the club.
It didn't occur to me that explaining my actions to my boss would be a problem until later, when his girlfriend started telling me how she felt guilty. Even then, the concept of guilt was far removed from my mind. Casually, I made a mental note not to tell him anything about meeting his girlfriend, but I didn't dwell on the ramifications of what I was doing. She went on to say that she shouldn't dance with me anymore because she was beginning to feel "close" to me. So we kept dancing anyway, despite her protestations and any misgivings I was beginning to have. I didn't realize how drunk she was until she dropped the shot glass on the dance floor. She left pretty quickly after that but not before telling me how I was "beautiful".
I only feel comfortable telling this story because she called my boss and told him the next day. My boss brought me into his room and told me to get into the "front leaning rest". I assumed the push-up position as he spoke on his cell to his girlfriend. "Did you fuck my girlfriend?" He asked.
"Negative," I responded.
"Did you touched her boobies?"
"Negative."
"Did you lick salt off her back?"
"Yes."
My boss had a good laugh at my expense. His girlfriend promised to punish him for playing the prank. He's been laughing ever since.
So now I have a reputation as someone that you shouldn't leave a girl unattended with; and you know what I don't mind.