This was when the war first started

Back in 88,

And they were some of my best memories to be honest

I never cared much for Patriotism or the Military, but I did it anyways

It was my Duty to my people, not to my state

I hated the fighting, I got shot in ‘89

Bullet tore through my Calf

But it was the moments in between

Sitting around with my friends

Comrades, Battle Brothers

Whatever you wish to call them

6 years were the best days of my life

Cause of the moments outside of the fighting

I wouldn’t say I was a good soldier, but by the end of it I was a Sergeant

Tensions were and still are high

But I left my home country in 95

Ended up working for Blackwater until Ukraine

After that I signed off, and got picked up by G4S

Still working with them, for now

I almost went home when there was a clash in 2016

But it never escalated enough for me to

Anyways that’s all, I might go into more detail another time

Until then somebody else can do storytime

My father told me this story when I was recently at his house.
"I was in Kuwait 24 hours after the Iraq thought they were tough. We were walking through a bazzar on patrol and the guys thought it would be a good idea to buy some head scarfs in case we are over run we can put them on and run and click our tongues towards our lines."
Never happened though I still have it at my apartment for safe keeping

Another story is from Desert Storm
Some background first his been on a foot patrol for about 72 hours and was on the way back to base near Kuwait City.
He was driving his Humvee and pulled off the side of the road to take a nap he was just about to fall asleep when all of the sudden *Woooosh Wooosh*
MLRS about 10 of them let loose a barrage about 20 feet away he jumped out of the Humvee into a ditch his Captain walks up " Sgt. Callahan what are you doing down there?!"
I thought that was incoming sir
"NO Callahan that outgoing get your ass back in the Humvee"

Buddy and I were on the line, we randomly heard what we assumed was a jet at first. So we dove into the trench thinking that we were about to get smoked, about 30 or 45 minutes passby and we notice a drone over heard scouting us out. So we started taking a few pot shots and then a few of us climbed out and mooned the drone.

So long story short, someone has a picture of my ass.

XD

So no shit there I was surrounded by ninjas

Buddy of mine in a certain place in Minecraft. Was taking shots at the VDV then out of nowhere, one gets up out of the trench, pants tucked into his boots,wearing his beret and that gay striped shirt they're issued with a PKM. He yells "VEDAVEE" and starts ripping belts off in completely opposite direction of my buddy.

So I heard a story from my grandmothers cousin (I guess she is a grandma for me too). They had a grandmother (great-great-great grandmother for me) back in 1943. She was 105 at that time and became completely blind when she was around 90.

When there were fights over their village between russians and germans she refused to leave her house and stayed there cause she didnt believe that there was a war.

Her sons wife was taking care of her at that time but had to move with the rest ofthe family to neighbour village

Russians made a camp in the village she lived in, so germans bombed and shelled it from time to time for around 2 weeks

Sons wife would come once in two days to feed her (which was like 20 km walk one way)

She recalled that granny complained about mice being to loud on the roof, which she mistook bombings for.

She lived through those 2 weeks, even had a bomb land nearby, but it didnt detonate. She died the same year out of old age, neither war nor holodomor killed her

But yeah, she sat on a bench near the house while being bombed

Chaps has the patience of a saint

I'll tell stories from my deployment to Mexico aiding the Mexican Federales and Mexican National Guard/Marines in their Drug War a few years back tmr