You'd have to be there in order to write it this well.   Interesting reading.. Writing dated Nov 25, 09.

From  a Recon Marine in Afghanistan  
   
From  the Sand Pit.  It's freezing here.  I'm sitting on hard,  cold  dirt between rocks and shrubs at the base of the  Hindu  Kush  Mountains, along  the Dar 'yoi Pomir  River, watching a  hole that leads to a  tunnel that leads to a cave.  Stake  out, my friend, and no pizza delivery for thousands of miles.  
 
I  also glance at the area around my a$$ every ten to fifteen seconds  to avoid another scorpion sting. I've  actually given up battling the chiggers and sand fleas, but them scorpions give a jolt like a cattle prod.  Hurts like a  bastage. The antidote tastes like transmission fluid, but God bless the Marine Corps for the five vials of it in my pack.
  
The  one truth the Taliban cannot escape is that, believe it or not, they  are human beings, which means they have to eat food and drink water. That requires couriers and that's where an old bounty hunter like me comes in handy. I track the couriers, locate the tunnel entrances and storage facilities, type the info into the handheld, shoot the coordinates up to the satellite link that tells the air commanders where to drop the hardware. We  bash some heads for a while, then I track and record the new movement.  
  
It's  all about intelligence.  We haven't even brought in the snipers yet. These scurrying rats have no idea what they're in for.  We are  but days away from cutting off supply lines and allowing the  eradication to begin.
  
I  dream of bin Laden waking up to find me standing over him with my boot  on his throat as I spit into his face and plunge my nickel-plated Bowie knife through his frontal lobe.  But you know me, I'm a romantic.  I've said it before and I'll  say it again: This country blows, man.  It's not even a  country. There are no roads, there's no infrastructure, there's no government.  This is an inhospitable, rock pit sh*t hole ruled by eleventh century warring tribes.  There are no jobs here like we  know jobs.
  
Afghanistan offers two  ways for a man to support his family: join the opium trade or join the  army. That's  it.  Those are your options.  Oh, I forgot, you can also live in a refugee camp and eat plum-sweetened, crushed beetle paste and squirt mud like a goose with stomach flu, if that's your idea of a party. But the smell alone of those 'tent cities of the walking dead' is enough to hurl you into the poppy fields to cheerfully scrape bulbs for eighteen hours a day.
  
I've  been living with these Tajiks and Uzbeks, and Turkmen and even a couple of Pushtuns, for over a month-and-a-half now, and this much I can say for sure:  These guys, all of 'em, are Huns...  actual, living Huns.   They LIVE to fight.  It's what they do.  It's ALL they  do.  They have no respect for anything, not for their families, nor for each other, nor for themselves.  They claw at one another as a way of life. They play polo with dead calves and force their five-year-old sons into human corkfights to defend the family honor.  Huns, roaming packs of savage, heartless beasts who feed on each other's barbarism.  Cavemen with AK-47's.  Then again, maybe  I'm just cranky.
  
I'm  freezing my a$$ off on this stupid hill because my lap warmer is running out of juice, and I can't recharge it until the sun comes up in a few hours. Oh yeah!  You like to write letters, right?  Do me a favor,  Bizarre.  Write a letter to CNN and tell Wolf and Anderson and  that awful, sneering, pompous Aaron Brown to stop calling the Taliban  'smart.'  They are not smart.  I suggest CNN invest in a  dictionary because the word they are looking for is  'cunning'.  The  Taliban are cunning, like jackals and hyenas and wolverines. They are  sneaky and ruthless, and when confronted, cowardly.  They are hateful, malevolent parasites who create nothing and destroy everything else. Smart.  Pfft.  Yeah, they're real smart.  
  
They've  spent their entire lives reading only one book (and not a very good  one, as books go) and consider hygiene and indoor plumbing to be  products of the devil.  They're still figuring out how to work a Bic  lighter.  Talking to a Taliban warrior about improving his quality of life is like trying to teach an ape how to hold a pen; eventually he just gets frustrated and sticks you in the eye with it.
  
OK,  enough.  Snuffle will be up soon, so I have to get back to my hole. Covering my tracks in the snow takes a lot of practice, but I'm good at it. Please, I  tell you and my fellow Americans to turn off the TV sets and move on  with your lives.  The story line you are getting from CNN and other news agencies is utter bullsh*t and designed not to deliver truth but rather to keep you glued to the screen through the commercials. We've got this one under control The worst thing you guys can do right  now is sit around analyzing what we're doing over here, because you have no idea what we're doing, and really, you don't want to  know.  We are your military, and we are doing what you sent us here to do.  
  
You  wanna help?  Buy Bonds, America..
 
Saucy  Jack
Recon  Marine in Afghanistan
Semper  Fi

 

"Freedom  is not free... but the U.S. Marine Corps will pay most of your  share."