Sunday, February 27, 2005

Forgot to Post yesterday

Well I was going to write on here yesterday but I forgot. So anyways I guess I will write what I was going to write yesterday. I had to get up earlier than everyone else to do some stuff for the platoon. After I got done with that I went back to bed. Then the power went out around 9:30 am and was out untill this morning. Luckily my building was hooked up to the generator and we at least had lights.
So far we have not had a mission since 2 days ago so that is good. I got a package in the mail today so that was pretty exciting. I got a new video game to play Need for Speed Underground 2 It's pretty cool. Anyone that wants it let me know I may be able to hook them up with the special low low price of free. :) I think I am going to see if I can buy a cheap controller for my computer to play games with... I just wish I had my cool steering wheel that I got for my B-day last year. Okay anyways that is enough rambling for now. I will talk to you all later.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Shaku Maku

That means what's up or what's happening :) The last couple missions I have been out on I have been picking up on a lot of the language. Arabic is very hard to learn, there are a lot of sounds that I can not even make that they use all the time. I have some cool pictures that I will upload in the next week or so. Also, I wanted to mention that if you want me to reply to your comments on my blog to make sure to email me instead of write a comment. Otherwise I still read all of the comments that you post, I just don't reply to them. Anyways I have some time off today so I am going to spend it doing something constructive. If there is anything specific you want to here about leave me a note, it will give me something to write about too.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Quick note

Been busy all day moving into my new room... It's cramped and I have 3 room mates but at least I have a bed now!!! woo hoo. I am rooming with Salmon, McDaniel, and Owen. Sorry for the short note but the lab is closing.....

Monday, February 14, 2005

Happy Valentines day!!!

I guess that Valentines day was really yesterday. It is now 12:15 am on the 15th I am trying to catch up a little on my blog since I have not got much time lately to write. Our mission got canceled this afternoon mainly because there is some holiday going on here and people are acting weird. (walking on the street beating themselves with metal objects to be more specific). We are gearing up to take over for the guys that are leaving in a couple days. It is getting exciting! It really is a totally different world over here. It is kinda cool being in the US army here because we really run the show. I mean we roll down the road and people just pull over like we are the cops or something. Blackhawks and Apachies fly over all the time. You can hear gunfire off in the distance and explosions echoing somewhere out in town. Most of the larger buildings are shot up from the war and now we are living in them. This is an experience I will remember for the rest of my life.
Anyways mom and/or dad is online now you can never tell since they both use the same screen name :) so I am going to stop writing on here and chat with them for a while. Talk to you all soon.


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Thursday, February 10, 2005

Did some exploring today

I wish that I had internet and my own room I would post pictures every day. Today I went with a couple guys and did some exploring of the Palace that is on the FOB (Forward Operating Base) I am on. I saw some pretty cool stuff in there. I most likely will be living in it but that is only a rumor right now. I think I am going to keep an offline journal of stuff that we do on missions since I am not allowed to talk about it publicly. That way I have something to look back on when this is all over.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Some usefull info

My address for sending me letters and packages:

SGT Port, Lucas J.
A 2/123/42nd MP BDE
A.P.O. AE 09348

(Letters and packages should reach me within 7 - 10 days)

My scheduled leave time:

June 11th - 29th (you better come visit!!!)

Hope you are all doing well.
Luke

Ben Stein's Last Column...

I thought this was a good article:

Ben Stein has been a presidential speech writer....has a great business and financial mind. What he says here in his last newspaper column is something I believe you will find worth while reading. For many years Ben Stein has written a biweekly column for the online website called "Monday Night At Morton's." (Morton's is a famous chain of Steakhouses known to be frequented by movie stars and famous people from around the globe.) Now, Ben is terminating the column to move on to other things in his life. Reading his final column is worth a few minutes of your time.

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How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today's World?

As I begin to write this, I "slug" it, as we writers say, which means I put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is "eonlineFINAL," and it gives me a shiver to write it. I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end.

It worked well for a long time, but gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change have overtaken it. On a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie. But Morton's is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.

Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to.

How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a "star" we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model? Real stars are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese girls do their nails.

They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer. A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit, Iraq. He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets. Instead, he faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world.

A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of Baghdad. He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him.

A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded ordnance on a street near where he was guarding a station. He pushed her aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad.

The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists.

We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our magazines. The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.

I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big subject.

There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament...the policemen and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children; the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards.

Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center as the towers began to collapse. Now you have my idea of a real hero.

We are not responsible for the operation of the universe, and what happens to us is not terribly important. God is real, not a fiction; and when we turn over our lives to Him, He takes far better care of us than we could ever do for ourselves. In a word, we make ourselves sane when we fire ourselves as the directors of the movie of our lives and turn the power over to Him.

I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters. This is my highest and best use as a human. I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve Martin...or Martin Mull or Fred Willard--or as good an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them.

But I could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and, above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me. This came to be my main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help). I cared for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.

This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York. I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.

Faith is not believing that God can. It is knowing that God will.
By Ben Stein

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Click me for pictures

I am uploading 8 pictures right now of some of the recent stuff we have done. It is going to take 20 minutes to upload pictures so I may not post too many untill I get free internet in my room or something. Right now I am in a large room filled with cots. It will be a week or 2 before I get my room and it sounds like I will probably have to share it with 9 guys so that kind of sucks. But at least it will be a more permenent home for a while. Supposedly we can get internet hooked up in the rooms for $50 a month. That may seem like a lot but if we all share the cost or at least some of us split it it will not be bad at all. I wish I could talk about our mission because it is so cool but I don't want to get transferred so I am going to keep my mouth shut. Most of you would not believe me if I told you what I am doing anyways, I know this because I would not believe myself. So anyways these pictures are only 35% uploaded. The freenet is only open from 12-12 here so I will not be able to stay up and chat online like I did in Kuwait untill I get my own connection. I guess while I wait for this to upload I could tell you that I hate combat landings. I never thought that a C-130 could manuver the way it did. I felt like I was going to throw up through the whole landing. We pretty much go in at a high angle and swerve back and forth with all the lights off on this inside and the outside of the plane. At one time I was pushed into my seat so hard I thought my brain was going to end up in my feet lol. Anyways I don't think any rollercoaster is going to hold a candle to that ride. Okay got to go anyways click the title of this Post for the pictures.

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Getting ready to try again...

Well the other day we attempted to head into Iraq. While we were waiting for our bags to be loaded onto the plane some of them fell off the pallet they were on. By the time we were able to get the pallet loaded back up the pilots decided they had reached their flight time for the day and would not fly us into Iraq. We waited the rest of the day at the airport to see if we could get another flight. About 10pm they decided to send us back the the camp we are staying at here in Kuwait. It has been a couple days and I think we are going to try again soon.
I also found out that I am not going to be able to write anything about the mission that we are doing in Iraq while we are there. To me it does not seem that important but I guess that it is. It is also a secret mission. I wouldn't beleive someone if they told me the mission they were assigned to was a secret one so if you don't believe me thats up to you. I still won't be able to talk about what I am doing while I am here. Anyway I have to go make sure my bags are packed and ready to go. Hope everyone is doing well.