return of the artillery

those of you who have followed my blog for a while (or that have read my older posts) will remember me talking about the loud, booming noises that go off pretty much whenever. well, this last week they resumed with the booming. for about a month previously, it had been rather quiet...something about too much collateral damage. thankfully, they changed their minds and are now back to delivering big exploding packages right in the taliban's laps. sure it's noisy and wakes me up in the middle of the night, but it makes me feel so much better knowing my fellow servicemen are getting the support they need. keep up the good work boys, and blow the hell out of your targets.

i got the package from aunt susie...ok, i don't actually remember when it arrived...i've been kind of busy and unable to get to the internet so these things escape me. anyway, the bottle of spices...brilliant! now my food can get some much needed flavor; i swear they're hiding bags of the stuff in the back. maybe if i asked them for a side of flavor....

anyway, i'm feeling rather drained from today's events, and need some chill time. i'll write a few more lines later.

one more night thinking of food (again!)...one more night on a dark fob (new moon)...one more night listening to the typical tunes...

yesterday while walking beneath an overpass
i saw the figure of jesus standing barefoot on broken glass
his beard was dragging, smell of urine filled the air
asking for some change, anything that i could spare
emaciated, his shaking fists balled up
influenza and pneumonia, begging god to take his cup
so different from his pictures, breathing air through yellow tubes
jesus christ dying of aids can see right through you
- brave saint saturn, 'under bridges'