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The Adventures of Alpha Dog of the Desert:



Ya know: I met Alpha Dog (really met him) in the summer of ’05. Oh, I’d heard of him before, he was in my Maintenance Unit after all. Heard he was a goofball and loose cannon; in fact I heard it from the guys in my Det who’d gone to the desert with him in ’03. Heard he didn’t give a ratZ ass about politics and chain of command- if he didn’t like you he wouldn’t follow you …with all due respect sir, Fork You! Alpha’d gotten particularly disgusted and bored with a certain Senior Chief’s (lack of) leadership while out in the sand and would constantly volunteer for convoy security, just for the excitement. That’s the most dangerous duty in the desert, BTW. Prior to that his adrenaline fix came from watching the scuds fly in, till he was cursably ordered into the bunker by said lack luster Senior Chief.
Oh, the Marines loved him, and the khakis despised him; all because Alpha was such an unflappable warrior, nothing seemed to faze him. In fact, up to this point in life he’d been beaten, shot, stabbed and hit by a truck; rinse and repeat; plus given as good as got! That’s if you believed all of that crap could happen to one guy. That was kinda the problem with his reputation; it was so unbelievable that most folks thought he was a goddamned liar …however, I knew weapons and tactics. And shoot, if this guy's stories didn’t check out!
Now Alpha Dog wanted to face snipers and IED’s to add to his repertoire.

However, it’s not all Hollywierd drama out there. Sometimes, it’s the little things that drive you to distraction. Like being able to take a leak! When convoys roll; they do NOT stop under any circumstances, for anyone or anything, no sir. That includes the call of nature, which makes men highly adaptable to highway hauling –what with their innate outdoor plumbing facilities. Give servicemen an empty soda bottle and they gotta personal port-A-potty in their pocket. (Don’t make me tell you what females have to do.) Of course, nobody gave Alpha an empty soda bottle, that’s just what kind guys these Marines were; they were gonna let him figure that one out by himself. Came time Mother Nature called collect, Alpha Dog had to accept, but he was gonna leave a message for the convoy crew too. Alpha had originally been assigned ‘shotgun’ (passenger side) security inside the HMVEE, well now he proceeded to knock on the Gunner’s boot, and headed topside, switching places with him for a very special mission. In position, locked and loaded, Alpha released the safety on his button fly and sighted down the nearest following vehicle; hitting them squarely with yellow friendly fire! The scurvy knaves had no choice but to accept the assault without losing their place in the convoy, and could only try to defensively deploy the windshield wipers against it!

loCAtek wrote:(Don’t make me tell you what females have to do.)

Go on.

Well, it's a bit like a funnel...

Ahh. A she-pee type thing then. I've never tried one.

Imagine trying it with a steering wheel in one hand and a rifle in the other...



In more important news about Alpha dog- this just in: he's not dead!

That's right! His nearly year long hiatus incommunicado that had me thinking he'd met his final scud missile, was finally interrupted by his getting access to a computer (his last was blown up).
Thus, I'll be writing his exploits now that I have his permission.

In other news, he likes what I write!!!

Alpha was the first to see this entry and tells me it had his crew rolling. Well! If the guys in the thick of it can appreciate it, then I must be doing it alright.

Stand by for further developments!

Whoo-hoo.

He lives, he reads, he laughs.

Good signs of life.

That sounds like one hell of a dog ....

The Pwned Wars



Many folks ask Alpha Dog and other career service people, why do they do it? Aren’t they afraid of getting wounded, maimed or dead? Can’t say Alpha doesn’t care; he isn’t foolhardy or reckless like that fruit loop in ‘The Hurt Locker’. In fact, he takes as many precautions as possible to protect himself.

He’s just been in the line of fire so long, the odds are that he’s going to take a hit now and then …and pain is not an obstacle to him getting the job done.
This is kinda why some folks don’t believe what he’s been through; they think that if you’ve been knocked down, you should stay down and not get back up again. Getting up and continuing to fight is a scary concept to some. …and an embarrassment to others. This is why Alpha doesn’t often get along with his superior officers;

Flashback to OIF ’03:

Members of my Seabee Unit had volunteered to go forward to Iraq immediately after the Hawaii deployment. (I didn’t go because I thought I’d better go home and save my marriage. Turns out that was a complete waste of time, but that’s enough about me… )
The mission was supposed to be simple support and maintenance of the Marine bases. Yup that’s right, Alpha isn’t some super-psycho Special Forces GI Joe, well not anymore, but I won’t digress about that until later. He looks average, talks average, has average likes and dislikes, and holds an average rank and rate in the Construction Battalions- EO2 Equipment Operator 2nd Class, in other words- a Truck Driver, and not even a high ranking one. Oh sure, he can proficiently handle any small arms known to man …but he likes to drive Big Trucks. Put weapons and wheels together and you have the perfect convoy security person!

Except that Senior Chief Screwloose didn’t like that.; he didn’t like that Alpha Dog would go over his head direct to the Marine brass and get placed on convoy duty, when Senior Chief wanted him turning screws under his command instead. If he ordered enough nuts and bolts tightened, then SC Screwloose could award himself a medal for ‘Courageous Construction under Fire’ or some shit. Personnel actually going out and fighting the war, kinda annoyingly got in the way of that.

So, when this happened, the Senior Chief just ignored it:

One hot sunny day in Iraq, shoot that’s redundant, they’re all hot, sunny or hot and sunny, so…
One day of convoy security duty in Northern Iraq and Alpha gets blown up. Well, not he personally, but his convoy gets hit by a mortar. The forward vehicle was detonated so closely, the driver of his HMMWV stood on the brakes to keep from colliding with it. This time Alpha was riding behind the driver and in order catch himself from going into the driver’s seat he thrust his left hand out to grab the frame of the window. Taking the full force of his weight as if he were being dropped three stories; his arm kept going forward whilst his wrist folded backwards onto his forearm. *ouch*
You can imagine this hurt, but as per Alpha Dog mentality, he made the Marines proud and leaped from the vehicle regardless, to engage the attack.

All this bravery on the battlefield, and you would think it would gain him a little respect in the form of a medal, a Purple Heart perhaps? Nope, Senior Chief Screwloose declined to sign that paperwork as there were ‘no outward signs of injury’, furthermore when his wrist damage was inspected by the medical corpman and declared legitimate, he blamed the trauma on Alpha falling out of a truck. Alpha had fallen out of the back of a truck, but at the time, that had just re-injured his wrist.

Yet petty politics and pain is not an obstacle to Alpha getting the job done. He completed his tour honorably and went on to more adventures!




Stand by to this channel.

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OK so, I've seen Alpha Dog again for his yearly R & R, and it seems like I should post about'em.


It may seem a bit odd to most folks to be able to calmly ask a friend, “Get shot at much?”, or “Did you get blown up this time*?” ... but that's just a day in the life of Alpha, who'll just grin, and tell you a hearty tale.

Last year, it was: he and his truck had been directly hit twice. Both under the cab, which is the most heavily armored spot; rather than the fuel tank which would have made him go boom. By fuel tank, I mean the tanker trailer he was pulling which was full of thousands of gallons of military grade diesel, so by 'boom', I mean BOOM.
As it was, Alpha had a survival system that was working pretty well up to now: always wear body armor; always leave a window open so the concussive force of the explosion continues upwards and outwards; and always wear $300- Oakley™ ballistic stunner shades (Quality sunglasses were great for when snipers simply shot out the windshield too) That system worked so well, that by then, he had outlived all the other senior drivers to become Convoy Commander – what an honor! That's the lead vehicle that gets shot at the most, woo-hoo! ...with a whole extra $200- in hazard pay. Yay!
What, did he really need that 200 bucks so bad? Not really, no it wasn't about the money. See: Alpha has a problem with caring about the folks he serves with, and if taking point meant he was protecting his people, than of course he'd do it. PTSD be damned. So sayin', he'd survived to live to haul another day.

That's just what he does, and probably always will do. He's got like this 'protective gene' that in conjunction with his 'I ♥ guns gene' is what is what makes him an optimum warrior (as opposed to your garden variety psycho) Yup, he's done his fair share of pulling other guys outta stricken trucks too. Now, that isn't just a tall-tale, Alpha had photographic evidence to prove it. ...but, I digress.

THIS JUST IN:

*That was last year, this year as of (12) twelve hours ago, Alpha Dog just informed me that he DID NOT go boom today.
In spite of the fact, he was feet from a rocket attack impact- his first message to me this morning was regarding his leave this June and how he wanted to see a Doobie Bros. Concert. It wasn't until after work, when I opened his Facebook page and read his account of avoiding obliteration by increments, that I could appreciate he was still alive to lambast me about my lack of doobage accommodation.



I proceeded to call him a jack ass and posted, ' Dang dude, just stay alive, why don'cha? '


۩♪♫

I like Alpha Dog. He reminds me of myself.

Shamefully ripped off from his Facebook page;

[Alphie] did not go BOOM!
By [Alpha Dog] · Thursday

Hi Everybody, As some of you have heard, I had my bell rung really good this time, I am okay, except for the loud ringing in my ears.....Bong, Bong, Bong. For those of you who were not notified by my work, I was within a couple of feet from a rocket impact. Luckily my super fast reaction time of a SLOTH saved me:) I looked up and saw it in time to turn and take one step. I know it was not me they were aiming for, as my co-workers are trying to blame it on me. My only regret was that I did not have my camera with me:( Not to worry, I know the Iraqi insurgents really, really like me as they keep following me around. But I am okay, so do not worry. This is what I do best, and besides I have three guardian angels watching over me. Till my next tale, have a great day, and remember to clean your ears:)

I've not heard from him since that day to ask his permission for posting this, but I think he would think it was okay. However, don't be surprised if this post goes away without notice. You'll have gotten a gander of whadda flabbergasting guy he is, in the meantime

Note: this is if he likes you (fortunately, that includes me) if he doesn't like you, he may not like you to death. Oh, he's got the restraint to just seriously fork you up, by shaking not stirring you so hard you can taste your internal organs, if the situation doesn't allow killing you. But if you piss him off, that can be hazardous to your health and you risk being folded, spindled or mutilated.

The bright side is: you'll be added to his list of hearty tales, that I'm going to tell you

Hi Everyone, EO2 The Great Here.......Yes I am A Really....Screwed Up Individual Who Actually Enjoys The Perks Of My Job In Iraq. It Has It's Ups And Downs, Bangs And Bongs, But At The End Of The Day, I Can Say With Major Pride..........EO2 WUZ HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello EO2 glad yer among those that can still appreciate the bangs and bongs...

Yup, EO2 wuz here!

Told ya, Alpha Dog was a real personage. <nyeh>


This past June, was a special, second R & R of the year for him, which also was the first vacation of the decade for me. As well as being one of his best buddies, that he takes the time to visit on these rare occasions; after much begging and pleading, and assuring him that I'll make him famous (and me rich!) by writing down his life's story; I've been bestowed the honor of being his pseudo-official biographer de jour. Hey, I'll be equitable about it, and give him 10% of the profits pending, pues si'. That's being more than reasonable, considering I'll be doing all the work, verdad?

His EO stamp of approval there, was my finally getting him to peruse my posts; and receiving the go-ahead for the ghost-writing. (He even liked the title! <squee'> ) Ya see, he needs me to foremost: make him laff; and secondly, in spite of all his amazing talents, writing ain't one of them; I gotta get his story down for the ages and assure his legacy, 'cha know?
His Facebook blurb is about the longest thing he's ever written about his adventures ...and he just opened that account last year, more so he could post pictures for his friends and family, rather for than putting any damn thing down to paper or pixels, for austerity. That quickie drive by post was only after I insisted, 'Com'on-com'on say something.' and not the kiss of any literary, or otherwise employed, mythical muse, ...and no, he's not gonna start posting here, as he's a little too bent on survival right now, 'kay?

In return, he says I can write whatever the hell I want, so long as it's true and makes him look awesome, PLUS I can link to his photos. That's right amigos, you'll be able to see, as well as drool over, his amazing antics in the Arab world, as penned by none other than little ol'Loca. <bows>

That being said, here's the real deal; these posts of mine and pictures of Alpha Dog's are copyrighted material and are not to be reproduced nor distributed in any way shape, manner or form without permission and forking over butt-loads of cash. Also be warned that if Alpha finds out you ripped off his stuff, you're in for a world of cosmic shit, got it? Good, I'm glad we've come to a consensus, and no one has to get hurt. If I left anything out, I hope the legal beagles can point it out.

Besides, how could anyone say they legitimately pulled off stunts like these?




EO2 Alpha Dog's tag on the left o'the bombed out Iraqi tank.

Port 'Who Needs Me?'


Yep, to do things chronologically for a change: the very first time I met EO2 Alpha Dog live and in person, he was being a grinnin' dingbat as per usual; grinnin' at something I did no less. Which wasn't much really, since all I'd done was knock at his floor.
No, not at his door, his floor. On an early '05 AT, Annual Training, of my Reservist Seabee Unit, held at Port Hueneme(Who Needs Me?) in SoCal; I was unknowingly, unwillingly assigned the room directly below his. Had to have been fate, or else the goddess Discord plucking threads; whassever. It could have been 2 weeks of boring, repetitious, indoor classes, (nope, nothing fun scheduled that year, like blowing things up) ...or a sista' could make the most of her situation and start some shenanigans at the Seaport Inn for sh!ts and giggles. Pues Si'.

Thusly, the party started with a ~thud~ ...and another ~thud~ ...followed by a regular series of ~thud's from right over my head, chingo le'. Oh, I knew what it was; not murder by numbers, but material free weights dropping on the deck, from the room above
<ding – lightbulb!>
However, here was an opportunity to raise some ruckus! Swiftly, grabbing a broom handle, I answered each thud with a thump of my own to the roof. Thud-thump-thud-thump-thud-thump ... Quickly the thudding quieted, while I responded by making a ratatat racket with my wooden rapier, and yelling at the ceiling plaster like a lunatic, 'Wha'cha doing up there!? Folks are trying to get some sleep!!!”
thump-thump-thump-thump-thump ...

“Mrpfff!??? Mrpfff mrpfff mrpffff mrpff mrpfff!” was the reply, or else it was by closest approximation, “Waw??? Fah chug elf, haste poodle Norris!”, or sum such.

So sayin', I had to know what EO2 was saying, so to hear it better, I threw open my quarter's door and started shouting at the balcony above, “Whadda hell, man!? Wass wrong wit'you?” in a joking way.
Alpha Dog's head popped out from over the railing above; and spying a looney little Latina Loca brandishing a broom and ranting like an enraged lemur; he immediately smiled and started spoofing too, “Wassa matta wit'me? Wassa matta wit'you!?”
...and so it went; Rabble-Rabble-Rabble... with the pseudo squabbling, as an unofficial Seabee greeting ritual between us. It became a matter of course and manners between us rival rebel-rousers, which happened to include much arm waving; symbolic finger gestures for non-verbal emphasis and non-functional furniture signal-flying. We would have thrown fruit at each other too, but we had to keep our uniforms tidy for surprise inspections.
We 'greeted' each other that way, just 'bout the end of every day of the training period, unless Chief across the courtyard, yelled at us to shuddup and go to bed, goddammit! ...and henceforth a dysfunctional friendship was born.
It must have seemed like little ol'me had a death wish in ranting at such a much larger, six-foot, buff-built, guy, who was- as he likes to say- '200lbs. of pure Bullshit'.
Hell yea, he could squash me like a bug, if he wanted to. It was a damn good thing I'd asserted my authority over him early on, before I found out he was literally, lethally dangerous.

Oh, did I forget to mention I outrank him? Cha', I outrank this Gung ho, Mo' Fo by a whole stripe- the mind boggles, no? Ain't that a kick in the head, but it's true; every time we've done duty together, I've been his boss!

I'll give you a moment to let the shock wear off, about that...

Some of you who've been paying attention, will recognize that the next few paragraphs were first posted in my bread, 'Happy Trails'. The reason for that, will become apparent after you read on...



Part of the thing that keeps Alpha Dog and I together as friends is; we're both avid animal-watchers. No, I'm serious! Back when we both were stationed in Wisconsin, in '05, much of what we did when were off duty was nature-walk and try to photograph the wildlife.

He has 'The Eye' I tell ya. We'd be driving in the duty van, and suddenly he'd excitedly cry "OWL!", and sure 'nuff, there'd be a Great Horned sitting in a tree on the side of the road.
We'd jump out like crazed Japanese tourists and try to 'Take pict-cha! Take pict-cha!', while the mighty night-owl was not amused. Off he'd fly off into the woody foliage, to try to get away from us annoying excursionists.
Harumpfff~

This did not deter Alphie, who'd gleefully exclaim, "Com'on, he went this way!"
Thinking we were just humoring A.Dog, because who could find a Barn Owl(real scientific family classification) in the dark bark, in a forest of dark brown trunks and barks? …but we would good-naturedly march off-road a few yards, to humor him, when Alpha would yell out, "There he is!"

¡Como! Where!? Whirling our heads around a few times, we'd finally see: Yes,there was the Great Horned Owl, a few branches back and so well camouflaged, you'd have completely missed him otherwise, if Alpha hadn't pointed him out.

A. Dog says this is one of his primary sources of relaxation; something he's been doing since his childhood in Massachusetts. He used to love to bike under the powerlines till he was well, way out of civilization, then he'd pull off into a meadow; be still ...and wait. Soon the wildlife would come out; where he'd sit, watch and wonder.

Nothing deters his fascination, not even war. When one of his tours was once to Afghanistan, I got a disk full of pics of the native wildflowers and the mountainous landscapes known as the 'Foothills of the Himalayas'(can you say 'Home of Mt Everest'?)’, very well photographed. (Okay-okay, I'll dig out the disks, somewhere here...)

While he does the photos, I've told him: I'll record his story via bread form to -'make him famous', is what I said. Here's where this thread arches with the 'Alpha of Arabia' thread (now I'm going to have to update that one too.[and, I'm doing it]) Being as he’s in Iraq right now, mostly what I get are photos of snakes<bleh!>, camels, goats, the odd dog

...And one scorpion;




...yea, he's got it bare-handed; he's not skerd!

This look familiar?



If you were watching the news today, it should- that's the plume of an VBIED explosion ...and Alpha posted it on Sunday. It must have been Monday there already, while he is indeed in one the cities that experienced these attacks. That he could take that picture, proves he wasn't the one hit by the blast [~whew]; kinda like if you see the lightening, you weren't struck by it.
Or; it was just your average every day rocket attack, that he's gotten used to by now.
When he was stateside home in June, I had found him a bit stressed because while he'd been gone in Iraq, his bill collectors and loan officers couldn't find him and had assumed he'd flaked on his obligations like so many have had during this recession. There were many phone calls, and rearrangements he had to make; all of which were just pissing him off.
I had to comment, 'You nearly get blown up every day, and this is what pisses you off?'

Alpha replied, 'Yea, but that's supposed to happen.'

He tells me a few days before he left base, a VBIED detonated about fifty yards away from him. When he returned, Fourth of July had some pretty impressive fireworks which missed him by a few hundred yards.
Did this piss him off?

Didn't look like it from the occupying pic he sent;



No, he's not in uniform, I'll explain that l8r...

Hey, his pic is still here! With the changes he'd made to his FaceBook page, I wasn't sure this link would still be working...


So, I was going to explain as to why Alpha Dog isn't in uniform. He's not out there working for the military, right now; he's working as a contractor. This is also why he's been out there so damn long; some of ya'll might have noticed in the graffiti on his tank photo, that the year is 2007? He'd been out there for about a year, when that picture was taken ...and here it is 2011! He just keeps renewing his contracts! Frankly, it's really not a lot of money, considering; especially after taxes, but he claims that it's good employment, while few jobs were to be found back in the states. So, you're thinking '06 to '11, is that really FIVE years that he's been out in the desert!?
No, it's been longer than that.
Prior to that, he was part of OIF as a Seabee, like I mentioned above.
So, it's been SIX years out there?
Nope, longer than that.
Prior to that, he was part of Gulf War I as a Ranger. [Yea, that's where he learned his mad combat skills] It wasn't a long continuous tour of duty, there were breaks; but for some reason he just keeps going back!
...But wait, there's more- he also did some service in the National Guard protecting LA during the Rodney King Riots. Can you say 'Adrenaline Junkie'?

...Plus, if he's not getting shot at in Iraq; he comes home to SoCal to get shot at some more. All part of the job, of course. For when he's home, he still does truck driving and armed executive body guarding. You know how I'll say I know a bodyguard who did this; or a guy who survived that? Well, 87% I'm usually talking about Alpha Dog.

This is why, I was so glad, his picture was still up. Now, I can show you something.

Some of you will recall, I've told this story before, but now I have the photographic evidence to prove this happened in '04. Folks describe Alpha's look as 'craggy' and his face 'rugged'; when I'd first met him I assumed his facial scarring was from chickenpox or something. Nope, that is courtesy of a job & gang related injury; a two-fer-two. He tells me it was all in the name of defending a Denny's, that the local MS-13 Mara Salvatrucha Gang was trying to take over as their own personal Stop-N-Rob.
Alpha was content with beating the shit outta them; but one of the kids was waiting outside in the parking lot with a shotgun. As Alpha stepped out in pursuit; from only yards away, came BLAM a direct hit! Fortunately, it was only birdshot; unfortunately, he took it right in the face.
As per Alpha Dog mentality, did this phase him? Well, in a certain way it did: it pissed him off!
He'd been fired upon first, so he drew his.40, and because he was wounded, and more than a little upset, he emptied the whole magazine into the gang-banger-
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM

The rest of them fled in terror of this blood-soaked, bad-ass who wouldn't go down.

That did leave a mark though, a few of them actually, and it took facial reconstructive surgery to fill back in his face. They just filled in dirt, over the kid's grave.

It was earlier this year, that Alpha told me this story again, because I had asked if we could go out for an omelet down there. We wound up driving to Denny's, and I asked, 'Hey, is this where you got shot?' (remember, this is normal conversation for he and I)
'Ha Ha, no. That was a different Denny's.' Looking around the room, 'You know, I haven't been in one of these, since then.'

He also tells me, after his current contract is up in Iraq, he's planning on re-enlisting!

This just in: Alpha Dog is coming home! Yay!


No, he's not, boo.

Well, maybe he is and maybe he isn't; after reading the email he forwarded to me from his boss, they say the situation changes daily, almost hourly; in other words even they don't know WTF. It's because of the troop withdrawal of Obama's; that means Everybody outta Iraq, right NOW!
Move it-move it-move it...!

...except for Alpha, he's too useful yet.
By now, he can fluently speak Arabic, and the Pakis who were making up the majority of the construction workforce actually liked him ...for an Americi . Which is why, that down-town, desert crew affectionately bestowed him the title of جيمي مجنون translation: Crazy Alphie.
That could have been for his habit of spraying concrete water over their heads haphazardly, and playing 'slip and slide' on top of said cement after it was poured. Maybe for his flying helos without a license. Maybe for dodging snipers, snakes and the occasional rocket ...just to jump up; dust himself off; take a picture and do it all over again. By now, he's gotten so used to the incoming mortars, that he gets erections from the rush of excitement; 'ragers' he calls 'em. ~heh.
'Cha, the props were well justified.

While Alpha wasn't beyond sending the locals home to friggin' bathe, so they wouldn't stick up his vehicles; he also wouldn't let lazy Vatos from the states start pushing them around and give them any unworthy sh!t, either.
Infidel Americi would bark at the Pakis to keep working during the hottest part of the day, yelling from the seats of their air-conditioned cabs; making Ahpha yell back, 'Fuck off, you see that Black Flag!!!? That means no hard laboring; NO Hard Laboring for anybody, azz-hoo!'

Alas, soon ends the days of whine and dozers; For now the word is- Alpha Dog is off the leash on the 18th. Seeing as he can't just clean out his locker and drive home; he'll still be there for a few days past that expiration date to maybe get a shiny, NEW & exciting, highly-life-threatening job in the most inhospitable place on earth.
That's happened once already; it could happen again.

See: the Dog says he can't find a job stateside, which is understandable since he is not here, but way the fork across the entire planet, where any potential employer can't see, hear nor interview him. ...therefore, Alpha is thinking of extending his contract for yet another six months, as he can't stand the thought of not working for even a day after the 18th.



...oh wait, that's today

<clicky-clicky typey-typey>



Hey Alpha-man, wassup juero?

“Hi Everyone,
So the day has come, as of midnight tonight, in about 50 minutes, my job is done here at the FARP. No more helicopters, no more hemtts nor more fuel. I am the last person here, and we are told at 11:59 pm to cease operations. All my co-workers have been fired, and are leaving in the am. I fueld the last 2 helicopters from EMEDS, Medivac and that is the last birds to fuel. I went to HR tonight to see when I would be fired too, and they do not know. We have 60 personell left on this base, and I have no idea what to do tomorrow. For the last several hours, I have been doing everything I am not supposed to do. Like back up my hemett without a ground guide, run over lots and lots of stuff, I might even streak before I go:) Maybe I will sleep in for once:) I get to add one more thing to my completed list, I started this department aug 2010 and now closed it nov 2011. WOW:) So enough of me, hope all of you are good, as I know what is going on, I will let all of you know. Until then, Have a fun day....I know I am”



“WhoooooOOOOOoooooooooooa!!! Great ending  that made me LOL ...are sure you can't go blow something up? Just for old time's sake?”




“Can't right now, I am taking a class for my Hazmat certification:( I don't know what or when something will happen here. Did I tell you that as of 12 midnight, I am outside the wire too. They blocked off the road, and I need to go thru a checkpoint to get back:) I LOVE THIS JOB!!!!!”



“OK, two quick questions;


You told me once your nick name was Crazy Alphie, how do you spell that in Arabic?

What is the Iraqi nickname for Americans?



Just for my stories....”


“It means BIG DICK IN ASS:) Just kidding:) Americans is Americi pronounced in Arabic And Crazy Alphie isجيمي مجنون Have Fun, getting ready to write a story in an hour my time. Your gonna love it:)
I got a truck tonight:) I fueled another blackhawk for the last docs leaving the base, and a full bird gave me his truck:) Now I don't know what to do with it, so I will take it in the am and wait for the repo-man.”.

[END OF TRANSMISSION]

A few days ago, Alpha fueling one of the last helos;






...haven't heard anything from him today. If he's on the move, I probably won't for a awhile. At least, not until he gets close to something resembling Western Civilization, no telling when that will be.




Maintain this frequency.