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This blog exists only as an archive. It is a journal that serves as a window into my life as a Marine combat veteran serving in Iraq and Afghanistan; it was written with no filter, no politics and no agenda. Please feel free to follow my journey from beginning to end. Welcome to my life.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Go Pack, GO!!

When I went to Lambeau Field nearly four months ago to watch the Packers play the Chargers, I think I would have placed the odds of the Green Bay making it to the NFC Championship Game at about 20 to 1. Well, yesterday I watched them beat the Seahawks and advance to that very game, and now I'm watching the Giants play the Cowboys, where hopefully they can win so the NFC Championship will be held in none other that Green Bay, WI.

Would it be possible to give Brett Favre and Aaron Kampman rifles and take them to Iraq or Afghanistan with me? Let's see if we can make that one happen.

Urgent: Hunt's Life Ends

(no one has any idea what Clay is doing in this photo)

I'm a little late in announcing this, maybe because I'm in denial, but my buddy Clay has asked his girlfriend Robin Becker to marry him, and, somehow, she said yes. So a big congratulations goes out to the two of them. They have not come up with a date yet, it looks like its going to depend on our upcoming deployment schedule, but I think it's gonna be sometime this summer.

Let's hope that this new development does nothing to hinder my social life (kidding Clay) and that Robin signs his permission slip to come to at least one more Badger game with me. My final thoughts....bachelor party.

Blister Recovery Day 2

I've been taking it easy the last couple of days, trying to let some air get on my feet. The total blister count ended at 10, 2 of those being blood blisters that have worked their way underneath my toe nails, paints a pretty picture, huh? My heels also look like raw hamburger.

The recovery involves about a gallon of hydrogen peroxide, bacitracin cream, and flip flops. Funny thing is, flip flops aren't authorized civilian attire in the Marine Corps (yes, the Marines try to tell me what to wear when I'm not at work). This means that when I want to go eat at the chow hall, I have to put on shoes, and tear up all the progress that I've made all day. I then come back to my room, remove my shoes and now bloody socks, and start back at square one.

Luckily I've been able to go out in town and get some blister supplies, so now when I report back in to work, I can use something other than duct tape on my feet, although the duct tape actually worked pretty well.

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Outback Bowl Photos

On the Marine Corp's balcony overlooking the parade route.

Handing out MC footballs to the crows.

A pic with one of the Generals present for the game. This one was the commander of Marine Corps recruting command in DC.

With strength coach Ben Herbert aka Herbotron.

With my dad and the 'ol ball coach, Coach Alvarez.

Blushing next to a legend, Joe Montana.

The four honorees were interviewed for a MC recruiting documentary.

Walking out onto the field at halftime.