Friday, January 12, 2007

merging websites

I am merging websites. I have more than one you see.
I made this website to be a little more "family friendly" However, I find that I don't have enough time to upkeep two websites. Be warned, my other site is slightly more...."rough around the edges" shall we say. It's not all happy stuff. It's not all family stuff, it's not all nice stuff, it's not even all agreeable stuff. So don't say I didn't warn you! :) I hope you all still enjoy.

www.thezeke.blogspot.com

I shall leave this site up for quite a while to make sure everyone has the new address. Thanks all!

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

back in the sand

Hi everyone! I've been back in the box now for about a week. It seems to suck a lot less than it did before pass. All that pent up resentment is gone. Going on leave was just the thing for me at this point in the deployment. Only a matter of months and it's all over.

My R&R was everything I hoped it would be. Lazing around the house, spending time with my family, and just doing what I wanted to do, without worrying about getting blown up when I'm out driving.Now, the count-down is on. It's almost time to go home and I am pumped! Yes, I must still keep my head in the game, stay safe, and stay low. But I can do that and still mark off the calender when I get back to my can.

Monday, November 20, 2006



I am home on leave. It is wonderfull. I am very excited and happy to be home. I wasn't sure if I would be or not. I knew I was going to enjoy it, but I didn't know what to expect. I am still in "the mode." I get ancy when vehicles get too close, I yell "clear" when approaching a cross road. I constantly scan the roadsides even though I KNOW there are no bombs here. So I'm adjusting. About the time I do, it will be time to go back. Even so, I LOVE this. Eating where I want when I want. Not so much with the sleeping in because of the little one being up and ready for the day bright and early, but I cherish even this.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Learning new tricks


Ah yes, the fine art of disguise. I love these things. They are super practicle for the desert. There is not much to report after our last big event. I am back on patrols and scanning the roadsides constantly. I don't realize how stressing just doing that is until I collapse in my bunk. I am counting down the days until leave (sorry everyone, I'll tell you "after" I'm home).

I got a really nice cheap Ibanez guitar online a while back, so I am brushing up on that again. I have given up on the Iraqi language and am studying my French again. Thankfully I brought some books and computer software. It's coming along slowly but surely.

I've heard the recent Kerry statement about uneducated people in Iraq. That guy just keeps digging himself deeper and deeper I tell you.....

I wish I had a dog over here, that would be cool. One of the guys got a sheep the other day. The guy thinks he's a dog or something, it's fun to watch. I guess that will have to do until I get home for good.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Down to the last Millisecond

We were on bridge sweep yesterday (going under and around the bridge to check for anything that goes boom), I was on top of the bridge in the gunner seat with Mac driving while Donivan and Lamon went under. Well, we parked on the bridge, and this car kept coming after I waved the flag. He was still a long way off, but he wasn’t even slowing down. I picked up my flare and fired…..miss-fire. I fired again and it shot towards the car. The car sped up! “Oh no!” I thought to myself, “He’s not stopping!” I pulled up my M-16 and shot three rounds. Left, Right-Right, “Pop, Pop, POP!” Last round kicked up dirt 5 feet to the front-right of his tire! He still wasn’t stopping. I had two quick thoughts, images really. The first was, “It’s a VBED coming for us!” The second was “I’ve gotta kill him!” I threw down my M-16 and racked the first round of a 300 rd belt into the chamber of my 240b. Safety off, squeezing trigger...SCREEEEEEEEEACH!!! At the very last possible second the driver locked up his brakes , leaving two streaks of smoking black rubber while sliding sideways. Thank God for both our sakes that he stopped just in time.
All this happened within the space of a few seconds. Life and death decisions are made in infinitely small amounts of time.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Tick tock, man it's hot out!

Another day passes in the endless sands of time. We are fast approaching the 1 year mark since we left home. Isn’t that crazy? A whole year already! I’m trying not to look too far into the future, but I can’t help keeping a mental tally on the months until I am home for good.Right now I am trying to focus on the job at hand, taking each day in turn. Two months until I go on my leave back home. With any luck, after I get back to Iraq after leave, it will only be an additional two months until we pack up and leave. I’ll expect a longer stay, and hope for an early return. One thing I have learned is that having expectations leads to disappointments. Having an expectation is setting yourself up for failure.The days are passing ever so slowly. Even so, the weeks are flying bye. After this is all over and I am home once again, I know that this time will seem but a distant memory. I will however, look back on these days as the golden years of my life. I did my duty, I served my country, and I made my family proud. No matter what else I do in life, I can have done this, and no one can take that away.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

My team members

My vehicle recently found a pressure plate connected to an IED on one of the routes, it was close, and we are all thankful that it was spotted before damage was done. Scanning the roads for these small signs of danger is continuous for everyone. Sometimes we get blown up, sometimes we miss them, and sometimes, we find them. It is an ongoing search…find them before they find us.
I was driving out on a night mission last night. We were driving on and on down the road. For a minute I was driving down Hwy 2 back home…it was wonderful. Then I snapped back to reality and franticly scanned the road for pressure plates…nothing, open road.
I got back to my rack in the wee morning hours and fell into a deep sleep. Again, I was home. My wife and son greeted me as I got off a bus. We all went home together. I rocked my boy to sleep and stayed up with my wife. Then someone pounded on my door. Once again I was snapped back to a reality I’d rather not face. A new day in Iraq
I live for those moments in time….I thought I was home.

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