I regret that I have but one life to give for my country

...random fact of the day...

2006-04-03T21:19:00.000-07:00

Did you know that the Fabrique Nationale Five Seven pistol , 5.7x28mm SS190, travels at nearly 2200 feet per second?

The M16A2 Service Rifle fires a 5.56 (.223) round at 2,800 feet per second.

That means the Five Seven pistol travels at Carbine/Rifle speed.

It is the only pistol that will go through armor that other wise stops .223, 9mm, .45, 7.62, slug, buckshot rounds.

Makes you a little scared doesnt it? Best part....

It's now legal in the US.

[Note: ]

2005-11-15T10:41:00.000-08:00

[Yeah I don't publish as much as I should on here. I decided to start writing some Silent Hill Fanfiction in celebration of the movie comming out in April. Who knows if I'll continue to write the other one, I kinda like trying out First Peson.]

The Silent Darkness that kills.

2005-11-15T10:18:00.000-08:00

My breath, thats all I could hear at first- then the sound of my footsteps echoing off the old wooden floor, creaking with each hard step I took. It was behind me somewhere but I didn't dare turn around to look. The flashlight clipped to my jacket tossed light around unevenly, showing brief glimpses of the rust and blood covered walls. Where the hell was I? What was happening...?

I turned a few corners and finally came to a stop at the end of the hall, a door leading to a stairway to my left, another to a random room to the right, I didn't know what to do. The smell of death was constantly invading my nostrils, burnt flesh and rotting bodies, blood. I tried to open the door opposite the stairway...locked.

"Fuck..." It was the only word I could get out in the situation. I tried my cellphone again, flipping open the phone but only being met by two simple words "No Service." I had no other choice but to go down the stairs, I flung the door opened and moved down at a steady jog - using the flashlight I had found to guide my way.

There were bodies hanging on the walls, crucifed and mutilated. Limbs were missing, organs hanging out or pooling on the floor beneath them, the sight was unbearable. I bent over and vomited up everything that I had ate int he last few hours. My head started to spin, my body feeling weak from the exhaustion and now this. I shook it off as best I could and continued downstairs until I got to the first floor - pushing the door open and stepping inside.

I was in an reception room of some sort. A reception room? I don't even know how I got into this building. Phones, they have phones at the desk. I made a made dash and picked it up - dead. My heart was racing, pounding against my chest as if it was trying to jump out and escape this horrible place. I let out an exhausted sigh and took a seat down onto one of the chairs set around the main desk. I saw a little red radio lying there and reached over to pick it up. It seemed like it was in good condition, but all I was getting was mild static.

"Maybe I need to get out of this place...into the open for a better reception..." I had resorted to talking to myself out loud just so I could hear a persons voice, even if my own. I got up and headed towards the door, slipping out into the cold dark night. Nothing yet. I made a left and just started to head down the street.

It was quiet, impossibly quiet. No wind, no birds no nothing, just myself. I just kept walking for hope, hope that I'd find someone some place...and then I saw that hope - a flicker of light in a window down the street...the fourth floor of an apartment complex. I couldn't describe the pleasure that washed over me at that moment. I started out into a quick jog towards my new objective.

The radio kicked on suddenly - an awful sounding static white noise filling the quiet night. I quickly looked down to it, holding it up into the air slowly. "What the hell..." I just stood there and watched the radio for a moment, it was getting louder...more hectic. I heard the footsteps just in time. I turned around and took a step back, facing whatever was behind me.

The light from my flashlight illuminated the creature. I didn't know what to do, or what to think at that moment. It was like a maniquin come to life, limping in slow fashion towards me, missing an arm, the head cocked to the side with these wide black eyes watching me.

"Jesus..."

Another came behind it, comming with it was an awful scraping sound. It was dragging a led pipe, moving a bit faster than the previous one...and there was another and another. I turned and made a run for it again, heading towards the apartment building as fast as I could. The creatures couldn't keep up but that was no concern to me right now, I just needed distance as fast as possible.

I ran with all the force I could muster into the door - knocking it open hard, almost off its hinges. i didn't stop - I ran forward down the hall, searching for the staircase that could bring me to help.

And then it stepped out infront of me.

[Editors Note]

2005-10-12T15:10:00.000-07:00

[The spacing in the previous post is horrible. This is not my fault. I didn't know it didn't let you indent. I also wrote the previous poston a whim by just sitting and typing - further entries will have more thought behind them. Consider that a rought draft for what I'm working up to. Thank you.]

It's Fear That Gives Men Wings - Part One

2005-10-12T14:29:00.000-07:00

Each step he took caused a chill to run up his body and through his spine, the freezing of the foot deep snow chilling him to the bone as he walked the quiet Chicago streets. The Windy City had settled for the night leaving only a handful of others brave enough to move out into the negetive twenty below weather. The harsh wind tore at the exposed flesh of Mathews face as he paused for a green light to turn red so he could cross the street.

Nothing about the man was out of the ordinary, he wore a simple black suit with a white button up long sleeve shirt below, black tie matching the darkness of the rest of his suit. A silver briefcase was held carefully in his left hand at his side, a medium sized gym bag draped across his chest and hanging near his waist, leather gloves protecting his hands from the cold for the night.

The glow of the red light covered him as the street light changed to signal him to cross - which he did. He continued his walk for six more blocks, nodding the the few others he saw before reaching his destination. The old Church stood tall compared to the small low rent apartments that stood guard on either side of it. For a moment Mathew would just stand there, hazel eyes locked on the front door, his breath visible with every exhale.

He wasn't quite sure how his life had turned out the way it did. He had a priviledged childhood and had graduated his high school at the top of his class, but turned down several scholorships for top ten colleges in order to join the military as a Army Ranger. He moved up the ranks quickly, hitting Staff Sergeant within his first three years enlisted. He saw combat overseas and had helped with disaster relief several times.

When his six years finished he had gotten a letter from the Central Intelligence Agency, an offer for him to come work for them. He jumped on the occasion, still being single and craving an adventurious life. He joined the Agency and was attached to a special department that tasked individuals to do jobs just like this. The public knew nothing of their existence, his family and friends only knew he worked for the government.

With one last cold breath he pushed open the large front doors of the church and stepped inside, the warmth hitting him quickly as he closed the door behind him. He walked past the lobby into the main room, pausing for a moment to tip his fingers into the holy water and give himself the sign of the cross before stepping forward.

The gym bag was unzipped quickly and a sixty ounce bottle of clear liquid was pulled out and set above the door way on the frame, resting on a small out crop from the wood panel. Two more bottles were placed on either side of the door as well before he placed the bag down onto the wood floor, pausing for a moment to pull out a small blackFabrique National Five Seven pistol, left hand working quickly to secure a silencer to the end of the barrel, a second pistol being put into a hip holster and attached to his belt.

With the bag used he stood back up, briefcase still in hand as he walked up the center isle, head locked forward and focusing on the main alter that was put up on several steps. Pictures of Jesus Christ in various states of crusifiction lined the walls, the eyes of the saints painted on the stained glass windows looking down on him, judging his actions. He stopped at the alter, pausing only a moment to look up towards the crusified Jesus Christ statue that hung from the ceiling.
"Forgive me lord for what I am about to do. It is my job and I am just a pawn in the game. A soldier doing the deed of his General."

With that he gave the sign of the cross one last time before placing the briefcase down infront of the alter, snapping open the logs and pulling up the top. Fingers moved quickly across a keypad, an LCD screen beside it turning on, the word "Armed" displayed in simple text. The door opened behind him, he could feel the cold grab at his back, attempting to pull him back into the darkness.

He stood slowly, turning his body to face the entrance to watch as four men stepped inside, all dressed for cold weather, ski maskes, dark pull overs and thick pants. A priest moved out from the side and approached Mathew, giving a quiestionable glance down towards the open briefcase and the gun in his hand.

"My son, what is the meaning of this? This is a house of god, please take that firearm out of here." His voice sounded worried, panic even. The creases in his face seemed to harden as he watched the younger man, one of his hands moving to run through the thick grey hair that rested on his head.

"Father Battoli...?" Mathew looked towards the priest. He was a good looking man, high cheek bones, a solid jaw line and hazel eyes perfectly spaced out onto his face. His nose drooped down just barely, brown hair kept short against his skull.

The Father just looked back at Mathew, adjusting his collar carefully, shooting a glance towards the entrance, the men were just about to pass through the door way. He took a few steps back. "This isn't your fight son, put down your weapon and leave..." The four men at the door frame opened their jackets, each man drew a pistol.

The next few seconds happened in a flash. As the men stepped across the door frame Mathew raised his right hand, the slide kicking back on the well made pistol, three shell casings flying into the air. Each bottle shattered a mere heartbeat after the other, the contents spilling down onto the four men passing the frame.

Their screams filled the church as they dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, grabbing at their face, hands and upper body. Smoke rose slowly from their clothes and flesh as the sulfuric acid ate through the fabric of their jackets and shirts and grabbed onto their skin, torching the flesh.

The father turned his back and started to run, his old legs moving him as quickly as he could muster away from Mathew, the side door was just ten feet away. A shot rang out, a shot so loud that was sure one of his ear drums had just popped. His legs gave out and he collapsed down onto his knees on the ground, left hand moving instinctivly to his lower right side, warmth greeting him.

Mathew stepped forward again, the echoes of each foot step making the priests heart beat faster and faster, a beat being kept to his inpending death, counting down the seconds. He spoke again, his voice soft, low and smooth.

"Father you have disgraced your lord and your country. For this I am sorry, I truly am. I pray for your soul in the after life. Hope god has mercy on your soul, because I sure wont."
Those were the last words Father Batolli heard, his old blue eyes widening as he reached out to nothingness before his world turned dark and the sounds around him faded out to nothing. The blood pumped slowly through his body and out of the hole in the back of his head until his heart finally stopped beating.

The men at the door were starting to get back up, the acid doing as much damage as it could for the moment. Mathew walked past the dead father and out the side exit of the church and down an alleyway, putting as much distance between himself and the building. He never broke into a run, just a brisk faced pace walk. His lungs still burned from the cold air as he navigated his way through the dark alleys.

A small device was pulled out of his pocket, hazel eyes glancing down to it for only a moment before the small button was pushed on it. The ground shook as the bomb in the church exploded, blowing the windows out and catching the side apartments on fire. The steeple on the church caving in down onto itself and crashing into the body of the building, past the ground level and onto the secret rooms that were beneath it.

The snow seemed to fall harder as Mathew exited the alley and circle back around towards his car. He could already hear the sounds of sirens in the distance, but with this weather it would take them another twenty minutes just to reach the fire. He climbed into the black car, started it up and drove away, pulling his cell phone out and dialing a number that he had memorized by heart. The person on the other end picked up.

"Black Wells Communication"
"The Rosemary Account has just been closed."
"Thank You" And then the line went dead.

The tale begins to be told...

2005-10-11T16:32:00.000-07:00

I've been reading Josh's story on his site
Amazing by the way
I also spoke with Andy today and talked to him about some ideas I had
I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to post small mini sections
of a bigger story involving a man named
Mathew Wash
He is a hitman by trade
And within the comming days you will learn about him and his job
I hope you all enjoy

A heavy sigh

2005-09-18T10:10:00.000-07:00

I am getting tired of this government that is running our country
It's just mistake after mistake, cover up over cover up.
Conspiracy theories about 9/11, racial possibilities, a war with no real reason.
I've given serious thought of saving up money, finishing school and packing up and going to london
I love this country with all my heart and the values it should represent but with a present doing
this much damage to us in the last few years will be awful. Bush Senior had one term, and Clinton
Fixed all of his mistakes - but Bush Junior has two terms and has caused too much damage to be
easily repaired. I love you America - but I can not follow our Commander in Chief. He is no soldier,
he is no leader, he is hardly a man.

The Tree Of Liberty

2005-09-15T06:01:00.000-07:00

"The Tree of Liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants alike"

Do you agree with this statement?

September the 11th

2005-09-14T10:35:00.000-07:00

I guess I out of all people should put a post about September 11th. I've been lacking with this blog and that stops now. September 11th, a beautiful day, clear weather and the beginning of a new school year. The American public was blind sided horribly even if the government was. They say they had no idea except that there are official papers showing that MI5 and MI6 along with The Mossad (Isreal Intelligence) had told them on numerous occasions that something big was going to be happening soon. Osama Bin Laden had been on the FBI's top ten most wanted list since 1998 but the public never knew much about the middle eastern maniac. We all know that the 11th was a shame and that it brought out patriotism on a scale not seen since the second world war - if not more than that. Someone had attacked us, the trade centers and the pentegan and an attempted 3rd hit. (There is amazing amounts of evidence to prove that the flight in Pennsylvania was shot down by American fighter jets - but I don't blame them, it was the right thing) One thing America and its people should take away from these attacks is that we may be the biggest and baddest country in the world, we might have all the schnazzy technology and weapons but you're never fully safe. Other countries live with horrible terrorist attacks on a daily basis - genocide, suicide bombers, kidnappings, assasinations...it is all common practice in every other country except us and Canada. The British still assasinate, south america kidnapping runs rampant, suicide bombers right now are making a big point in the middle east - russia and china have other similar "terrosim" issues. (Not to mention China sold special exposivs to Al Qaeda to help blow up the USS Cole and a foreign airliner. And russian helped to train many of the middle eastern jihadists in the 80's and early 90's - even while they fought them in afghanistan.) We need to put support behind the troops and importantly the government in times like these. We need to bend the rules - throw some out and make completly new ones as well to fight anyone who aims to hurt America. When did war get so politial? When did the man who is trying to take your life have so many rights? This may just be a long rant with random facts thrown in but it's my thought on September 11th and the post September 11th world we now live in. We need to get back to our roots - not stray far from what the writers of the constitution wanted for us. Forget gay marraige - let them have it...they arent hurting anyone, no child left behind failed, just focus on things of importance. Security, taxes, economy. There may be no point of all this...except that we're America - and Americans have always had amazing will and won against all odds all the time. Just keep living and fighting for a more safe world so our children can grow up without so many worries.

God bless America

2005-09-03T08:28:00.000-07:00

So we send US National Guardsman down to help with relief in the south
but what happens? People start shooting at the Blackhawks and hijacking the supply lines
We have an insurgency forming in Louisiana. How great is that? They enforced a "Shoot looters on sight" rule but no one will do it. No one wants to shoot American civilians. The Isralies said they'd send some doctors to help, I wonder what the Mossad is up to. The Russians said they'd said help and Condalezza Rice said "Oh Hell No" cause at least Isreal is our close friend. Either way, pull it together, help these people and live on.

Push past it, fall down, stand up and walk on

2005-07-10T21:18:00.000-07:00

London was hit
They hit our biggest Fucking Allie
They thought it would maybe make them 2nd guess?
Make them run with their tale between their legs?
Do they know that Britan has the 2nd best Army in the world?
Fuck the Chinese.
US then the Brits.
They just added fuel to the fire
They'll get to become martys
Die by the bullet
Average Soldier to Jihadist death ration?
1:20 or so. Amazing yes?
Fuck radical Muslims
Fuck Terrorism
Just Fucking Kill them.
SAS and Green berets
Delta and SEALs
Terrorists run and hide
Last chance, throw down your arms and give up
or Die

Hooah..

2005-06-22T17:13:00.000-07:00

Soldiers Creed

I am an American Soldier
I am a warrior and a member of a team
I serve the people of the United States
and live the Army values
I will always place the mission first
I will never accept defeat
I will never quit
I will never leave a fallen comrade
I am disciplined , physically and mentally tough
trained and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills
I will always maintain my arms, my equipment and myself
I am an expert and I am a professional
I stand ready to deploy, engage and destroy the enemies of the United States of America
I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life
I am an American Soldiers
Hooah

Imrpovised weapons...

2005-06-20T23:00:00.000-07:00

Warning - do not attempt to recreat anything in this post unless using against an terrorist cell or organization. Thank you.

The Light Bulb Bomb

1 Light bulb
3oz's of gasoline
syringe to put gasoline in
small drill to drill hole in light bulb
tape to seal the hole
(Make sure the light bulb is off when you assemble)
Turn on switch watch death take over the room

The medicine claymore mine

One medicine bottle
double sided tape to wrap the bottle in
several hundrd metal bb's to roll bottle in
electrical tape to wrap bb's attached to bottle with
3 oz's gasoline
2 oz's nitrate or other explosive liquid
wick + lighter
Instant Claymore

Disposable Silencer

Barrel of pistol you're going to use
Paper Machet
Precise measurements of barrel
Precisely measured circle of barrel six inches long
Hair dryer
Enjoy for up to 300 shots
The first 100 being most lethal
An empty 2 Liter bottle, potato or pillow work as well but are less accurate

The Tillman Conspiracy

2005-06-19T11:27:00.000-07:00

For all of those who don't know who Pat Tillman is - he was a young man who pushed away a six figure paycheck to play pro football to go and join the United States Army as first an Infantryman - and then a Ranger. He was sent to Iraq to help in the efforts to liberate the Iraqi people and help their lives. During the course of his tour he was killed in action. The Army of course played it off as "A young man pushed away a promising career to help his country - paying the highest price for freedom" when in fact Pat Tillman was killed by friendly fire. Yes - his own Ranger unit killed him on accident. The Tillman family is trying to sue the Army and/or get people fired or to take the blame for this cover up. While you could have went online and found out about it - the media and Army played it off as he died in combat with the enemy. Sadly - it was a lie. Tillman died by American gun fire. But to me people are missing the point here. This man had a set career. He could have thrown around a football for the rest of his years and made millions apon millions of dollars but instead he joined up - he did what he felt was right in his heart. He is a shining example of Heroism and Valor. Pat Tillman should not be remembered for being a football player or for being a football player who joined the Army in a time of war. He should be remembered as a true Patriot who believed in America and her ways. So Pat Tillman - I salute you. Hooah.

Beat the Heat - Dehydration is a soldiers worst enemy

2005-06-08T09:35:00.000-07:00

With summer creeping up on us like a Special Operations Operative creeping up on a target there are some things you need to be careful of...like the heat. You need to keep your body hydrated with fluids at all times...and not pop and or beer. Water,gaitorade,powerair, Propel etc. They all work well - but water is supreme. A way to check if you are hydrated enough is to check your urine to make sure it is clear - if it's dark then drink up! There is also another way - hold your hand out, relaxed, and grab the skin on your middle finger knuckle (any knuckle will technically do) and pull it back gently and then release...if the skin stays wrinkled for a few moments you are hydrated, if it sinks back down to the bone - Drink up! Remember, being dehydrated can knock off your reaction time, make you tired, pass out - or even kill you. So becareful and watch yourselfs this summer. Hooah.

Get off the wall Private!

2005-06-06T02:00:00.000-07:00

So down at Fort Benning Georgia we had a Drill Sergeant - Drill Sergeant Stewart who would bite your head off if he caught you leaning on a wall. He'd always say "Bullets travel on walls Priavte!" and then promptly make you do either 20 to 50 push ups on the spot - or make you "ride the back" pressing your back against the wall and bending your legs at right angles. Needless to say we caught on quickly. The point of this was - could bullets really travel on walls? And the answer? Yes. A bullet can hit a wall - concrete, metal, brick whatever...and actually ride the wall up to three inches off. That is why if you ever see pictures of Soliders operating in Iraq...they are always several inches off walls unless turning corners or setting up a brief defensive position. So if you're ever in combat. Stay away from glass, cars (because they splinter), windows and walls. Stay tuned for more combat tips.

It's true

2005-06-02T20:02:00.000-07:00

In a combat situation....If a team is breaching a door the second man in has the highest chance of being mortally wounded. If the enemy is ready and waiting they will let a burst go off at the door as it opens - but by that time the number one man will be off to the side of the door and the number two will be in the kill zone. If Number One does his job - the threat will be eliminated as number two enters.

Scenario 2.

Number one man runs in...waiting enemy opens fire and follows him as he moves to the corner...number two man drops him but pauses in the door frame to do so - giving other enemy combatants the drop on him.

Moral of the story? Don't be the number two man. Be one or Four.