THE SCENE: 25 degrees. Cold. Windy. Perfect snow cone weather.
F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER
welcomed and disclaimed.
•20 SSH IC
•20 daisy pickers IC
•20 imperial walkers IC
•40 LBCs IC
•25 flutter kicks IC
•20 LBCs IC
•25 flutter kicks IC
•100 cmu curls
•100 overhead cmu flutter kicks
•50 inclined merkins
•50 cmu squats
•50 dips on your cmu
•50 overhead press with cmu
(2 rounds, only difference was 50 shoulder taps instead of inclined merkins.)
COUNT-OFF & NAME-O-RAMA
Orange Julias, The Streak and QIC Commie.
CIRCLE OF TRUST/BOM:
Today’s COT is going to be a little dark. A while ago I read this book called Outlaw Platoon. I’m going to insert a excerpt from the book shortly but here’s some backstory. Sean Parnell was a platoon leader in the 10th Mountain Division who did a 16 month deployment to a valley in the Hindu Cush near the Afghanistan-Pakistan border. During his deployment in 2006. His platoon was tasked with rooting out Pakistan based insurgents from the valley they were operating in. Well one day while out on patrol near the Afghan-Pakistan border Parnell’s convoy stumbled across a boy walking in circles in the middle of the road. So he has his driver stop and had his pointman go and asses the little boy. They figured the boy was high. Once the pointman reached the kid he hollered for Sean to come check the kid out, Sean and his platoon sergeant, Greeson exit their vehicle and move to the boy. Upon meeting the boy Sean and Greeson are met by a horrific sight, the boy was wimpering and whining. They moved closer and saw that he had no eyes, they had been gouged out and his eye sockets burned. His teeth completely knocked out and badly damaged gums lined his mouth. Worried about the kid they called up the medic who promptly started working on the boy. At this time Sean and Greeson decided to bring the kid back to what they assumed was his village, a small litter of buildings about 600 meters away up a steep hill. Upon entering the village Parnell’s men were greated by a grisly sight. Human feces and trash littered the “streets” and all the building looked old, damaged, worn. Just a little ways in Sean noticed a little girl pocked with bruises all over her. Then he and his men heard a groan coming from a little shack just a few meters away. When they entered the shack they were met by the sight of a little boy, about 1 year old, lying in the dirt, legs covered in diarrhea, whole body littered with flies that were literally eating him. The small boy tried helplessly to swat the flies away. The medic again without hesitation went to work. At this time a village elder come out, upon seeing the original boy with no eyes he became elated and ran to him, locking him in a tight embrace. Sean calls up the interpreter, Yusef to ask some questions, the elder immediately starts talking to Yusef. Here’s an excerpt of what follows, found on pages 274 and 275.
”Yusef listened, then said in his clipped and professional tone, “the village elder thanks you. This is his grandson.” Greeson, his voice barely a whisper, said, “Yusef, find out what happened to this kid.” Yusef nodded and engaged the village elder in a long discussion. We listened as the two conversed in their native language, anxiously awaiting the answer. At last Yusef turned his attention to us, his face a mask, and matter-of-factly told us the elders story. The enemy had swept into the village a few weeks ago, bent on punishing its inhabitants for supporting the coalition. I doubted that any Americans had ever visited this place.
The enemy had kidnapped the elder’s oldest grandson. He was the future of the family, the boy most cherished and revered in Afghan culture. Taking him was a blow that nobody in the village would forget.
They had taken the elder’s grandson back to one of their mountain hideouts, where they gouged his eyes out. They turned him into a sexual plaything, knocking out his teeth to increase their pleasure with him. They had raped the little boy for weeks.
The village had formed a posse of its most capable men. They tracked the enemy gang back to their lair and somehow liberated the elder’s grandson. But by then it was too late. The enemy had inflicted so much torture and trauma on the boy that he ceased to function. After he’d been carried back to the village, his family cared for him as best as they could. On this morning, he had somehow simply wandered off and could not figure out how to get home.”
We live in the greatest nation on earth and a lot of our problems are rather minute. By and large we don’t have to worry about our kids getting abducted, towns and cities being razed and people beaten, oppressors trying to hurt us, sons and daughters being assaulted, tortured, raped. Or terrorists trying to drive us out of our land and slaughter us. So today I just want to remind y’all, we have it good, great actually. Don’t forget to remember to be grateful. Take in what’s been afforded to us and love on your loved ones. Also keep in mind the men and women deployed, who many, like Captain Parnell have seen horrible things like that and fight through microcosms of hell. Just keep in mind what others do and what they bare witness too to secure our tomorrow.
OJ is a beast. Fact. The Streak continues to be a pillar of inspiration.
That’s above my pay grade.