I WANNA GO HOME AND TAKE OFF THIS UNIFORM...

There are things of this world that are of amazement to me, people with hidden agendas, shells of humans lying in fields and ditches and cars made into metal swiss cheese, the slap of rotor blades pounding the air while we're in a dive, the sparks of bullets as they leave my six barrels, flashes of death and destruction under night vision goggles, a toe tag on a black body bag hitting my boot while the wind twirls it around in a chopper door, pictures of the aftermath to determine whether or not the engagement was justified in a post air assault brief, cries for help on the uhf radio from ground troops, extractions of teams with high value targets in tow with sand bags over their heads and blood dripping from the bottoms of them, the sounds of loading and reloading of ammo into an M134 Vulcan, crashing and hoping not to catch on fire, saying my prayer before an air assault, thanking God that my crew and I landed safely back at base, repairing bullet holes in sheet metal on tail #502, trading patches with other door gunners, the weight of my flight helmet at 0300, my fingers going numb from pressing the button, laying in bed still hearing the powerful 701 Charlie engines, hoping my family is okay, looking in the mirror at my poor baby blues swimming in bloodshot madness, my body vibrating for hours on end from the rumble of the Black Hawk, trusting my pilots got enough sleep not to fly us into the ground and bringing everyone I drop off to the fight back home safely.

Ummm...drinking is always a good answer...and ummm, popping prescription pills you find in the trash is always fun too...trying to score a fresh fetus for the stem cells behind planned parenthood...riding my dirtbike...racing my truck through the desert right around sunset...laying in the back of my truck starring at a full moon with someone in my arms...watching children argue over a toy (that shit is funny)...going to a show in Hollyweird...traveling in a jet airplane to a destination that I chose by throwing a dart at a map of the world...collecting art from people that are not famous to the known world but to me they are...filling my car up with gas and droppin the top and going somewhere...feeling the wind on my face in my convertible...laying in bed hungover from a great night out and laughing outload remembering something stupid either I did or a friend did...working on my quad in the garage...laying by my pool naked with the stereo blazin...having my friend come over and drilling more ink into my skin while sippin on a neat whiskey...laughing at other people who only know what the news tells them...listening to music while I lay in my giant bed starring at the ceiling fan...looking for the love of my life!!!