Must Re-Re-Re-Post This Be-Cuz I Am Still in ‘Celebration’ MY U.S. NAVY Mode! Added Some Little Bits (Mostly About Sub-Mariners, But Who Cares?) About Them! The Bravest of the Brave. Try Spendin’ Three Months Under Water. See If YOU Survive With Some of Your Sanity Still Alive.

…And I find it ‘timely.’

***

“Dear (fill in the name) I am so sorry we are apart, but you see, I am serving… something, something greater, something important, something, some power, Uh, My ego. See you soon. Love, Lance”

Away from my Homeland.

Yes.

I have.

My Choice.

***

Sometimes in Service of my Country.

Sometimes in Service of Lance.

But, always, always, In Service  of That Great American Dream.

I came home from Iraq in ’09.

Went to Kandahar in ’11.

Came home late ’12.

Guess what?

There is no American Dream no mas.

The Bureaucrats killed it. 

I am a Patriot.

I love my country.

I served my ‘Country’.

But now, I do not recognize my country.

Now, I am leaning to socialism.

This post is but a beginning.

I am not gonna bore y’all with Lenny and Sarah, and bullshit anymore.

I am gonna bore you with reality.

The Reality.

Stay tuned.

For those of Y’all ‘Fraid of the NSA, well, bow out now gracefully. I have no fear, but I am old and have nothing to lose. And to quote Bette Davis: “Fasten Your Seatbelts; it’s going to be a bumpy night.”

And, Yes! I am not stupid. I do recognize the dichotomy of the diametrically tria-metrically opposed points of the two three FOUR songs I present below for your perusal. You must sort out your own feelings.

Now, some would argue, “Lance is just living in his past; he is craving for the days when Revolution was a real possibility”

Some might say that.

I say, “There is no better time than the present, to take it up; because things now, are really fucked up.”

“Wake up!”

Wake the hell up, America!

My Country!

I love My AMERICA!

I LOVE MY NAVY!!!

Cred For Vid: I cannot Find! Let Us Just Call Him “A Patriot”

I never Cared Much for “Bubble Heads”

Sub-Mariners

But They Were My Navy Brothers!

They Called Surface-Ships ‘Floating Targets’

This Always Pissed me off!

“A Floating ‘Target’ That Can Send a Missile Right Up The Ass of a Camel from Two-Thousand Miles Away

Or Your Ass!

No Remorse!

No Regret!

Just ‘Business’

Navy Business!

My Belov’d USS Callaghan DDG 994–Guided Miss Destroyer of Your Worlds

Catch The arrogant, vain ref?

Did Not think so

Please Allow Me to Help YOU Out:

Ozymandias

My Belov’d USS Callaghan! DDG 994!

We had ‘pointy things’ fore and aft.

Fuck around with us:

Find out!

I truly do.

I truly do LOVE My Country

And all SHE Means to Me

-Lance 

***

“Somethin’s Happin’ Here.”

(And it’s PISSIN’ Me OFF!)

There are people in Gaza: REAL PEOPLE.

Author’s Note:

“I’m Drunk and out of My Mind!”

In Other Words…

“My Mind Has Left The Building”

***

As a brief, probabably racist aside…

(I had family stationed at Pearl Harbor–Back in that Day)

I remember some time we spent on shore leave in “Fuck-Yo-Mama,” Japan-Land.

I was sitting in a bar and some Jap asked me if I was ‘associated’ with the ship tied up to the near pier

I replied to the affirmative

Then this Jap Asshole asked me if my ship carried nuclear weapons.

I said, “Maybe yes. Maybe no, but watch your ass. History has a tendency to repeat.”

He took that as his cue to exit stage left.

And left.

In some hasty haste.

I returned to my almost negated, neglected affectations of my interrupted Saki Expectations

Ressurected Re-Worked Moldy Oldie. And This Post Is All-Over-The Place! A Chocolate MESS! The Revolution is Coming. US (U.S. of Us) ARE FED UP! “I Am Going to Post Some Fresh Shit… Soon, but I like this post…”

…And I find it ‘timely.’

***

“Dear (fill in the name) I am so sorry we are apart, but you see, I am serving… something, something greater, something important, something, some power, Uh, My ego. See you soon. Love, Lance”

Away from my Homeland.

Yes.

I have.

My Choice.

***

Sometimes in Service of my Country.

Sometimes in Service of Lance.

But, always, always, In Service  of That Great American Dream.

I came home from Iraq in ’09.

Went to Kandahar in ’11.

Came home late ’12.

Guess what?

There is no American Dream no mas.

The Bureaucrats killed it. 

I am a Patriot.

I love my country.

I served my ‘Country’.

But now, I do not recognize my country.

Now, I am leaning to socialism.

This post is but a beginning.

I am not gonna bore y’all with Lenny and Sarah, and bullshit anymore.

I am gonna bore you with reality.

The Reality.

Stay tuned.

For those of Y’all ‘Fraid of the NSA, well, bow out now gracefully. I have no fear, but I am old and have nothing to lose. And to quote Bette Davis: “Fasten Your Seatbelts; it’s going to be a bumpy night.”

And, Yes! I am not stupid. I do recognize the dichotomy of the diametrically tria-metrically opposed points of the two three FOUR songs I present below for your perusal. You must sort out your own feelings.

Now, some would argue, “Lance is just living in his past; he is craving for the days when Revolution was a real possibility”

Some might say that.

I say, “There is no better time than the present, to take it up; because things now, are really fucked up.”

“Wake up!”

Wake the hell up, America!

My Country!

I love My AMERICA!

I LOVE MY NAVY!!!

Cred For Vid: I cannot Find! Let Us Just Call Him “A Patriot”

I never Cared Much for “Bubble Heads”

Sub-Mariners

But They Were My Navy Brothers!

They Called Surface-Shps ‘Floating Targets’

This Always Pissed me off!

“A Floating ‘Target’ That Can Send a Rocket Right Up Your Ass!”

No Remorse!

I truly do.

I truly do LOVE My Country

And all SHE Means to Me

-Lance 

***

“Somethin’s Happin’ Here.”

(And it’s PISSIN’ Me OFF!)

There are people in Gaza: REAL PEOPLE.

More Than One Person Needs to READ This! I Wear me and My Love of My Country–On My Sleeve. Damn It!–Take Some Pride in the Fighting Men and Women Who Serve Our Great Nation.”Running in Soft Sand: Part Two”

Step Up or Step Off!

The Below is Somewhat of a Rant Interlude (before I get to the rest of my story): Read at Your Own Annoyance.

*****

But before you do that, perhaps you may want to visit here, and watch the video while there, and maybe even read here.

***

I have a lot to say.

About Navy SEALs.

I have a lot of opinions.

About Navy SEALs.

And I am bona fide.

About Navy SEALs

****

I have a lot of regret over my experience with Navy SEALs.

I have a lot of love for Navy SEALs. Hell! I love the Nav!

(I scored ’99’ on my ASVAB–Unheard of!–The Army Tried to Recruit me! The Greenie Beanies! The Rangers! What a fucking joke!

(Now, do not mistake me: I think the Green Berets are just Jim Dandy, but they have parameters: i.e., there are things they just will not attempt. The Navy (SEALs) have no parameters: they will ‘attempt’ anything–more than once)

Video Credit:  Goldenman39z

I recall, while at BUD/s, how we used to taunt the USMC, there for their ‘little taste of amphib training.’

“Hey! Marine Corps! Bullet Sponge Marine Corps! (The few; the proud; the dead on the beach!”)**

Yeah, we got into trouble over that one…

And I did, one day, overhear a TDY Greenie Beanie instructor ask MY BUD/s instructor:

“Hey! How do you guys do it? I mean… how do you do it? You do all the same training! How do you do IT??”

My BUD/s instructor simply said, 

“We do it because this is how we do it.”

Would not trade my time spent at BUD/s for any other of my life’s experiences that I have experienced. (And that includes my time spent at SFM and in Iraq and Afghanistan, and even in Oklahoma and other war zones.)

I ‘earned’ it—my experience with SEALs.

All of it.

Every fuckin’ second.

They, (The SEAL Instructors) tried to kill me, but in a good way…They did kill one, in a manner of speaking, on ‘my watch’, but that is yet another story which time and virtual ink will not permit me to recount here–maybe later)

There are a lot of ‘frauds’ out there now. People who will tell you:

“I was a Navy SEAL.”

Idiots most! If you want to know if someone is / was a SEAL, you simply need to ask one simple question, “Which BUD/s class were you in?”

If that answer comes back as nonsense, then you will know…

(But, how will you know, being a non-com? If it was, indeed, nonsense.) I will tell you. There is only one place on Earth where BUD/s is taking place. That there, for starters, is a good clue. If some asshole tells you he went to BUD/s in Norfolk, VA, (As once happened to me in Basra, Iraq and once in Mombasa, Kenya) he is lying. If some asshole tells you he cannot remember: he is lying. If some asshole tells you it is ‘Classified,’ he is lying.

Walk away and find an interesting chick to speak with. You may get lucky. Buy her a gin and tonic or a wine cooler and tell her you were a Navy SEAL. She may buy into your bullshit. It usually never works in Southern California, but always works like a charm in Toledo.

And the crowd went wild

And The Crowd Went Wild!

Ever since Navy SEALs ‘took out’ OBL… well, and even before… The Navy has had a great PR Program, and a great recruiting machine. The Navy does recruiting better than any other service, (USMC is a very close second, though) But when I was about to enlist and told my recruiter I was ‘going in’ to be a SEAL, he did his due diligence and tried to talk me out of it!

Hahahah!

When I put in my chit (Navy vernacular) for SEALs, no one, and I mean no one, had ever heard of such an outfit, save for a few Nam Vets. I mean to say, data-based, ninety-nine of one hundred Americans could not even define a Navy SEAL.

“SEALs? Never heard of ‘em. Green Berets? Sure. Saw the fucking movie… John Wayne, right?”

Thinking to myself: “Yeah… The Duke, In Fucking Georgia: About as far removed from Viet Nam as is possible, you schmuck!”

Now today, I tune into CNN, FOX: even Aljazeera America, (You damn betcha! I read / watch ALL news), and I see so many ‘Former Navy SEALs’ paraded in front of me, talking to Megyn Kelly, or Bill O’Reilly, or Brook Baldwin, or Kim Kardashian. Jesus on a cracker! Is this what I missed by not becoming a Navy SEAL? I coulda been a ‘coin-tender!’ I coulda been somebody! I could have written a fucking book. Instead of being a bum.

Do a ‘search’ on Amazon dot com for Navy SEAL books. The SEALs I knew, did not ‘talk.’ Now everyone who ever even attempted ‘Hell Week’, is fucking Ernest Hemingway. Makes me nauseous.

Sheeit!

Don’t worry: I will get back to ‘My First Day at BUD/s’ soon enuff, but I am venting now. So please bear with me.

I am going to tell you what it really means to be a young, dumb, full of cum, Texas kid going through SEAL Training. Not the hoopla. Not the machismo. Not the ‘end game’ killing OBL.

No.

Just the story of four or five score scared shitless young kids, who had no idea what they had signed up for… And I was the oldest amongst them, but even, truth be told, the more scared. Because I knew better… Should have known better.

End of Rant.

Please stay tuned… HERE (Part Three)

** And yeah! My own Father was a Korean-Era USMC: ‘Spit an’ Shine, Nickel and a Dime, United States Marine Corps!”

So what?

He weren’t no SEAL (Then again, neither was I)

I Am Going to Post Some Fresh Shit… Soon, but I like this post…

…And I find it ‘timely.’

***

“Dear (fill in the name) I am so sorry we are apart, but you see, I am serving… something, something greater, something important, something, some power, Uh, My ego. See you soon. Love, Lance”

Away from my Homeland.

Yes.

I have.

My Choice.

Fyodor-Dostoevsky-Quotes-4

Sometimes in Service of my Country.

Sometimes in Service of Lance.

But, always, always, In Service  of That Great American Dream.

I came home from Iraq in ’09.

Went to Kandahar in ’11.

Came home late ’12.

Guess what?

There is no American Dream no mas.

The Bureaucrats killed it. 

I am a Patriot.

I love my country.

I served my ‘Country’.

But now, I do not recognize my country.

Now, I am leaning to socialism.

This post is but a beginning.

I am not gonna bore y’all with Lenny and Sarah, and bullshit anymore.

I am gonna bore you with reality.

The Reality.

Stay tuned.

For those of Y’all ‘Fraid of the NSA, well, bow out now gracefully. I have no fear, but I am old and have nothing to lose. And to quote Bette Davis: “Fasten Your Seatbelts; it’s going to be a bumpy night.”

And, Yes! I am not stupid. I do recognize the dichotomy of the diametrically opposed points of the two songs I present below for your perusal. You must sort out your own feelings.

Now, some would argue, “Lance is just living in his past; he is craving for the days when Revolution was a real possibility”

Some might say that.

I say, “There is no better time than the present, to take it up; because things now, are really fucked up.”

“Wake up!”

Wake the hell up, America!

My Country!

I love my America.

I truly do.

-Lance 

There are people in Gaza: REAL PEOPLE.

“Put Your Money On The Table: Redux” 1776!

This Post is Dedicated to my Third Wife (Don’t worry: she knows who she is)

And to my English Girlfriend (she knows who she is too). When asked by some American, “Do you celebrate the ‘Fourth of July’ in England? She always responds with a ‘washing of hands’ bit. Yep! Good Riddance! Hahahah! Gotta love them English!

 

I have spent the better part of the last three days watching documentaries and other stuff about the birth of my nation.

(No. Not D.W. Griffith)

Documentaries about Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, George Washington, et al.

 

 

 

 

Modern Day:

I proudly served my country

 

“The Cowards Never Started and the Weak Died Along the Way”

 

I love my Country. I am a patriot. I rant. I rail. I even disparage our government.

But, If you mark my country for ill, Or Speak Ill, I will…

Fight you.

‘Till no breath resides in my breast.

And… that is a fact, Jack.

So…

The rest is just hyperbole,

(and good video)

Have Fun:

us flag

“I wonder who put those ideas in your head.”

America