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Name: Kaeman
Location: Antioch, California., United States
Birthday: 7/6/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: The Extreme, Skydiving, Paintball, Marine Corps, Snowboarding, anytyng Outdoors, and anytyng that could possibly kill me. . .
Expertise: Combat, Leadership, Mechanics, Computers, Staying alive while doing things that would kill the normal person!
Occupation: Government
Industry: Government
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  KaemanGaidin
Member Since:
5/6/2003
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| I figure not many people read this anymore, so I
guess it's time to start it up again. So far this new year, I've
been promoted in the Marine Corps, I'm taking an EMT class to move
closer to my career goal in life, and for the most part, life is good.
Ever since I was a little kid, I've looked at
Marines with almost the same respect I have for my dad. I always
said, I'm going to be like that one day. The Uniform, Dress Blues
to be exact, always caught my eye and pushed me closer and closer to
becoming one. Then after highschool, I did it. I was a
United States Marine. I quickly realized that it would take more
work than I thought to get the uniform that I saw when I was
younger. The Blood Stripe down the leg of the trousers was
reserved for NCOs (Non-Commissioned Officers) and above, so and a
non-NCO, I didn't have it. I felt my uniform was
incomplete. Starting January 1, 2007, I was finally a Corporal of
Marines, an NCO. I earned my Blood Stripe.
The EMT class I'm taking will give me a boost into
becoming a Fire Fighter. The medical training will leave me a
step above those who aren't certified as when my application gets
thrown into the pile with everyone elses. Depending on how the class
goes and how I do in it, I may move on to the Paramedic's Course.
We'll see, I guess.
Altogether, life isn't too bad. I'm finally
out on my own as of October of last year, and I'm actually getting rest
now. I have a bed to sleep in, a room for privacy, and time to do
things that I actually want to do. It's great to finally have
those things. This new year has started off great. Makes me
kind of glad that my other years sucked so bad, because then maybe I
wouldn't have appreciated all that I have now. I've learned the
hard way not to take anything for granted. I had lost everything
for a year, went to Iraq, and found that my treasure was here at home
the entire time. Although I would have never figured it out if I
had stayed home and stayed where I was in life.
In a Nutshell. . .
Change is good, even negative change. It lets you know what's
good in life, lets you know where you need to be, and what you should
do with the life you were given. If you're content, maybe you're
not struggling hard enough in life. Why be content when you can
be happy?
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| 'Twas The Night Before Christmas,
He Lived All Alone,
In a One Bedroom House
Made Of Plaster And Stone.
I Had Come Down The Chimney
With Presents To Give,
And Just Who In This Home Did Live.
I Looked All About,
A Strange Sight I Did See,
No Tinsel, No Presents,
Not Even A Tree.
No Stocking By Mantle,
Just Boots Filled With Sand,
On The Wall Hung Pictures
Of Far Distant Lands.
With Medals And Badges,
Awards Of All Kinds,
A Sober Thought Came Through My Mind.
For This House Was Different,
It Was Dark And Dreary,
I Found The Home Of A Marine,
Once I Could See Clearly.
The Marine Lay Sleeping, Silent, Alone,
Curled Up On The Floor
In This One Bedroom Home.
The Face Was So Gentle,
The Room In Such Disorder,
Not How I Pictured A United States Marine.
Was This The Hero
Of Whom I'd Just Read?
Curled Up On A Poncho,
The Floor For A Bed?
I Realized The Families
That I Saw This Night,
Owed Their Lives To These Marines
Who Were Willing To Fight.
Soon Round The World,
The Children Would Play,
And Grownups Would Celebrate
A Bright Christmas Day.
They All Enjoyed Freedom
Each Month Of The Year,
Because Of The Marines,
Like The One Lying Here.
I Couldn't Help Wonder
How Many Lay Alone,
On a Cold Christmas Eve
In A Land Far From Home.
The Very Thought
Brought A Tear To My Eye,
I Dropped To My Knees
And Started To Cry.
The Marine Awakened
And I Heard A Rough Voice,
"Santa Don't Cry,
This Life Is My Choice;
I Fight For Freedom,
I Don't Ask For More,
My Life is My God
My Country, My Corps."
The Marine Rolled Over
And Drifted To Sleep,
I Couldn't Control It,
I Continued To Weep.
I Kept Watch For Hours,
So Silent And Still
And We Both Shivered
From The Cold Night's Chill.
I Didn't Want To Leave On
That Cold, Dark Night,
This Guardian Of Honor
So Willing To Fight.
Then The Marine Rolled Over,
With A Voice Soft And Pure,
Whispered, "Carry On Santa,
It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."
One Look At My Watch,
And I Knew He Was Right.
"Merry Christmas My Friend,
And To All A Good Night." | | |
| A friend of mine posted this poem, so I decided that I'd pass it along. Almost makes you think, right? Probably not.
Take a man and put him alone,
Put him twelve thousand miles from home.
Empty his heart of all but blood,
Make him live in sand, in mud.
This is the life I have to live,
This the soul to God I give.
You have your parties and drink your beer,
While young men are dying over here.
Plant your signs on the White House lawn;
"Lets get out of Iraq".
Use your signs and have your fun,
Then refuse to use a gun.
There's nothing else for you to do,
Then I'm supposed to die for you?
There is one thing that you should know;
And that's where I think you should go!
I'm already here and it's too late.
I've traded all my love for all this hate.
I'll hate you till the day I die.
You made me hear my buddy cry.
I saw his leg and his blood shed,
Then I heard them say, "This one's dead".
It was a large price for him to pay,
To let you live another day.
He had the guts to fight and die,
To keep the freedom you live by.
By his dying, your life he buys,
But who gives a FUCK if a Soldier dies! | | |
| Being out here in the middle of a war can be interesting, with things to be aware of and little time for one's thoughts. But I find that in my sleep, my thoughts wander and dreams come uneasily. This upsets me, because dreams are my escape from life. It's gotten to the point where for the last few days I've been depressed a little because I can't get a hold of anyone that I need to. I've been putting myself down, saying that there's no one at home waiting for me. I know that life goes on with me here, and I don't mind that. But when I get the feeling that I'm alone in the world, that I will be alone when I get back, life seems to go by slowly. I dunno. I feel like pushing everyone away, not calling anyone anymore, nothing. I found myself thinking a couple days back that the less I want, the faster time will go by. Well, before I attempt to push everyone away, I'll give my address on here so if anyone wants to get a hold of me, they know how. Tell people you know who know me or whatever. Anything helps, a simple hello, anything. My Email is there too, but I don't know how often I check it.
KaemanGaidin@msn.com
LCpl Ramon Vincent Hannon
Motor T
3/7 HandS CO
Unit 41575
FPO AP 96426-1575
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| I guess I should update this since I'm still in country right now. . . Well, I'm down in Twentynine Palms pretty much until I leave for Iraq. It's hot here, but it's alright. I like the weather, I like the Training, and I'm getting used to being on-base again. So everytyng is fine for the moment. A few last tyngs and my adventure will truly begin. I can't wait. . . | | |
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