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"A noise not unlike thunder broke out from somewhere overhead at this point, as Giant Wimbleweather burst into one of those not very intelligent laughs to which the nicer sorts of Giant are so liable. He checked himself at once and looked as grave as a turnip by the time Reepicheep discovered where the noise came from. "

Don't ask me.

Monday's Missives

• There was a rock in the pocket of my oldest sons new cargo shorts.



• It is like volcanic pumice but, light brown with glittery crystals in it, very light (I bet it would float) and about the size of a peach pit. He and my daughter brought it to me to check out after he found it. I looked at, hefted it to get the feel for its weight and smelled it.



• Then I licked it for taste.



• Ewwwww DAD!
• I met a 72 year old man recently who told me,"The secret to success is vegetarianism. I've been a vegetarian for 50 years." He told me that about 30 minutes after seeing him eat the most epic, ginormous, delicious looking cheeseburger I've ever seen in my life.



• My neighbor is always spraying or spreading something on his lawn. When it heats up after a cool morning it can smell chemical-ie even.



• I lightly weed and feed mine in spring and sometimes late summer/fall, water it- that's it and it looks a lot better than his.
• I've yet to read anything comparing what the Taliban spends in Afghanistan and AQI spends in Iraq versus what the US spends as a percentage of what each has available.



• Well- probably a nonsense question, we all just print more bills.



• The commercial for the Jack In The Box Mini Sirloin Burgers is epic. "Herding cows the size of schnauzers" Ha, funny.


• I have never eaten at White Castle.



• I've used the word "epic" twice in this post.

Monday's Mustashiooed Missives

• I have a thick mustache and almost always have- I had a 'stache before having one was cool.
• Oh, didn't know mustaches are cool? Take my word for it they are.
• It had 13 gray hairs in it at last count.
• That was a few days ago- probably more now but, I'm not going to look.
• I take a lot of ribbing for it- jealousy does that to people you know.
• I get told I look like a porn star and told some 1970s baseball team is looking for their pitcher.
• It's more fun to pretend I'm a fireman.
• Woooo woooo. Honk honk- get out the way- the firemens are coming!
• Someone once called it the Dirty Sanchez. I'm not sure what that meant but, it sounded pretty funny.
• It got caught in the bristles of an electric toothbrush once.
• Not as fun as it sounds.
• And I do mean caught- as in I had to pull the hairs out to release it- my eyes are watering thinking about it.
• It grows in crooked- like I messed up trying to trim it.
• That's how invariably I end up shaving it off until it grows back. I'll try to even it out, I take too much, Oh man, then I take a little off the other side, Crap, I take too much from that side. Pretty soon, I look like I'm ready for a white power meeting and have to shave the whole thing off.
• Then I mourn.

Battle Of Wanat Afghanistan

Cpl. Jason Bogar, center, poses for a photograph other soldiers from his unit in the Waygal Valley in Afghanistan. Only one of the five soldiers, Spc. Chris McKaig, far right, survived the battle at Wanat. Also pictured are Cpl. Pruitt Rainey, left, Cpl. Jonathan Ayers and Cpl. Gunnar Zwilling.CBS Evening News text. Bogar family photo.

This is regarding the recent battle in which 8 US soldiers were killed. It may sound trite and I know they would wish for their lives back as much as anyone but, never forget they loved what they were doing and they died fighting for each other- don't worry about whether some lofty goal fell by the wayside- or was even there in the first place. It will come out this attack was motivated by the fact their outpost was already scheduled to be decommissioned- the insurgents launched the attack to make it look like they were chased out.

A Soldier's Last Letter From Afghanistan" (CBS) The following are journal entries and a letter to his family by Army Corporal Jason Bogar of Seattle, Washington. They were found on his computer following his death during his second tour in Afghanistan, after having served a tour in Iraq as part of the Washington National Guard. The entries below are published verbatim, with editing for language.

Journal Entries Afghanistan OEF VIII ‘07-‘08 15 December 2007 I arrived at a little Forward Operating Base called Bella. As I got off the bird the first thing I noticed was that I was surrounded by high mountains. They put me in weapons squad as an Assistant Gunner. I have to carry 400-500 7.62 rounds. Witch weighs around 6 pounds every 100 rounds. That on top of all the other stuff I have to carry it’s not easy humpin these mountains. I was put into an Airborne unit and me not having Airborne school I get allot of s--- for it. While we were at Bella it was pretty bad. I lost my Platoon sergant SFC Kahler and was in around 10-15 firefights. The firefights weren’t that bad but losing SFC Kahler was very hard on me and the other guys that have known him longer. He was shot in the head by supposedly allies that were manning one of the Observation Posts. A patrol went out early in the morning to set up overlooking a village in an attempt to catch AAF [Anti American Forces]. He said to the men that were with him “I never like this, you guys find cover and I’ll go up to get their attention.” He walked up stating loudly we are Americans. From where he was standing he was siloueted against a roof with snow on it and American soldiers have very distinctive silouette with our Kevelar helmet and gear we wear. But was still shot in the head by Mohamed Din, A name and face that will forever be with me. If I ever see him I will do everything in my power to kill him even if it takes mine. The men that killed him dropped their weapons and ran after Mohamed Din shot him. It was planned and they all knew exactly what they were doing. We arrived at Blessing 21 June 2008 We took indirect fires two days in a row. It’s just a matter of time that the guy slips up and is killed. I just pray that no freindlys are hit before we kill him. Patrols have been slowing down but on the third our Platoon is going to Wanat. It’s a little village inbetween where I am now and were I was for the first 6 months. The last three patrols that have gone out that way have either been hit with small arms and RPG’s or had locals tell us that there was Taliban in the area. There is also Icom chat from Taliban that they have built up fighting positions and are just waiting for us. I think that we will see some pretty heavy fighting while we are out there.

TO MY FAMILY I feel my days are numbered so I want to say all this while I still can. I pray to god no-one will ever have to read this but as death is all around me if it falls upon me you will understand my recent feelings on this madness we call life. My views and outlook on life seems to be drastically changing recently. As many of you saw before I left when I quit drinking, I was just starting to live my life. Never have I felt as strong as I do about what I am doing here in Afghanistan is the right thing to be doing and is understood and accepted by god. As a result of that death is easier to accept. Coming back over here again seemed more appealing than being in America surrounded by Americans that are more concerned about there next new car, new house, celebrity, ect. Than the threat to the way of life of the west that is so prevalent in the places I‘ve grown to accept as daily life. I hope one day there will be more Americans knowledgeable on the situation with terrorism in Afghanistan and how important it is that it’s destroyed. Being back here in Afghanistan is exactly were I was supposed to be and where I wanted to be. I feel I’m doing more good over here than I was as an electrician. I knew exactly what I was doing when I re-enlisted Infantry I’m just sorry that you all have to suffer for it now. For me to prepare myself to take life without hesitation has been a very difficult thing to do. To take away another woman’s son, husband, mans son, brother has always bothered me but through my eyes is understood by my god and I am forgiven. For the man that took my life more than likely for all he has known his whole life he feels the exact same way I do when he killed me. That is what scares me and I don’t think is understood by disappointingly a huge percentage of Americans. I’ve always used the analogy if your told the color blue is green your whole life and someone tells you it’s actually blue they can give you all the facts in the world to prove it’s blue but at the end of the day it’s still green to you. The enemy were faced with is most of the time beyond words and it comes down to a sad but inevitable conclusion. We have to have young men that are willing to die to act on them and kill them before they can carry out any plans they have to kill innocent people because that is what they believe Allah wants, from distorted teachings of the Koran. Know that you all are the reason I am here and to give my life for that is nothing to me. My love for every-one of you is what drives me and brings me comfort under stressful situations. Carise let your child know of me and that even though I was never able to see he/she grow I love them more than they could imagine."

Cpl. Bogar was killed in a firefight at Wanat, Afghanistan on July 13, 2008. He was 25.

Wednesday's Digressions

Busted! The phantom light switcher gets caught in the act in sissies room and answers the question,"How does he do that?"


• As I was walking out of the bedroom and into the living room where my two boys were playing I heard the two year old say something it took me a few seconds and a little effort to translate- "Effff beee yie... Got on dare dwound!"



• FBI... Get on the ground!



• All three of us slept in the tent last night. They kept me up late. Someone was farty (not me). My back was bothering me before we lay down- so I'm in agony now. They both talk in their sleep. Zac is a serious heat generator- and a tumble bug. Every movement someone else makes on that air mattress is like a Richter Scale 6 earthquake.



• We also read to each other and talked. I read from The Lord Of The Rings. Zac drew pictures for us and challenged us to identify the object. I taught them things about camping. I listened to their breathing after they went to sleep while I read by the light of a headlamp. We heard coyotes howling- in the not too distant distance.



• Heaven.

Deep Thought

If any man says he hates war more than I do, he better have a knife, that's all I have to say

Monday's Missives

• When my baby son saw some of the skin peeling from my sunburn on my leg last summer and pulled it off it sounded like packing tape being stripped back. Then he tried to shake it off as it stuck to his finger. The big kids said," Ewwww, dad- that's gross!"



• A girl wrote on here and said she saw my,"Ta-Tas."



• I can honestly- say no one has ever said that about me before.



• Made me laugh- so funny.



• Lot of miles from that miserable episode of my life.



• I've mentioned this before but, the above pic made me think of an odd, random thing I heard from two different friends in two different states that still trips me out when it crosses my mind- they each thought I'd marry a dancer (not the pole type). Still can't wait to see what goes through my mind when I meet someone and they say,"Oh, I'm a ballerina..."



• A flashback: when I came home for leave from Iraq I brought everything back with me they wouldn't let me mail and I wouldn't need for the rest of the tour to save me from carrying back so much at the end of the tour and I also intended to leave a bunch at home for the return to Iraq from leave. As many of my plans go, this one went awry with the realization a whole bunch of children's clothes were going to Goodwill and there were a whole bunch of poor kids near my base without decent clothing. Needless to say I humped more stuff back to Iraq than I brought over. Way more. When I handed the clothes out two things really stick in my memory still- one was when I pulled out a pair of girls patent leather dress shoes still stuck together by the little stretch cord and two girls ripping them apart and staring at their reflections in the shoe they each had walking away ignoring my efforts to get them together to one child- they would fit. And another- I didn't see any of the other clothes for months until we patrolled that area in about 50 degree temperature when I saw a 2-3 year old boy wearing a pair of my daughters flowery embroidered jeans that were high watered on him and nothing else.



• Still makes me want to cry.



• I almost stayed home a few extra days for leave and even told people that was my intention. I mean really what were they going to do? Send me to a war? Prison? Stamp my meal card, No Dessert (my favorite response).



• In the end I wanted to get back to (and for) my soldiers so bad I would have left days early to return if the opportunity presented.


• You may have read about the soldiers and contractors being electrocuted by KBR electrical work in Iraq- I knew one of them.