Yes, as I left off... i ended up loving the 50 cal... I kept that feather with me throughout boot camp until I ended up loosing it towards the end... I guess it gave me pretty good luck... Jake and I wrote a lot of letters while I was in boot camp... he ended up finding out about me cheating on him... ha.. yeah, it wasn't pretty... but he still wanted to be with me!? which to me, is retarded... but for some reason, we ended up staying together.. and the day I graduated boot camp, he was there. we hung out and as I don't really remember "loving him" ... I guess I was happy with him just being there to chill with me..
After I graduated, we drove up to Myrtle Beach to our family's condo .. we ended up trying to go to club kryptonite with my mom and dad. hahaha we couldn't get in because my dad was wearing "jean shorts" hahaha apparently ,my dad is in some hardcore gang hahaha!! he was so pissed lol!.. anyway, after that, my dad and Jake went into this dumb ass little bar, and left my mom and i out in the car... which is bullll shit~! but I was under age, so I got hosed alot back then haha... well, they came out, both drunk as hell.. and in the meantime, my mom and I had gone into Walgreen's to buy a case of beer haha... well, dad got back in his truck, and we drove back to the condo... yeah, my dad was yelling out the window how much he loved my mom (they have been divorced since I was 11 years old..) the fact that they both came down and hung out together this long was already weird for me.. haha... well, when we got back to the condo, Jake and I got the big bedroom, my dad slept on the couch and my mom and brother's took the other bedroom... at some point, Jake went out to smoke ... ( because I didn't want to have sex ) ... and my dad came in and asked me "why the hell aren't you two gettin it on?!... you married the guy.. don't you think he at least deserves that!?"... and I remember saying to him... "dad, I don't even think I like him like that anymore!" ... which was completely true... for some reason, I just wasn't attracted to him anymore at all... the next few days, Jake and I pretty much, just went running... took walks... and hung out... it was weird.. but after that, I went home for a few days ( I got like ten days off or something)... so I spent some time in Iowa... then I had to fly back down to NC to camp geiger.. well, I checked in there, and reunited with some of my old boot camp buddies, and some new faces..
MCT is almost a blur to me now... didn't get alot of sleep... learned a lot about machine guns... digging fighting holes, foot patrols, gate guard... a whole lot of shit that I really would never end up using because I'm a female... I came into the Marine Corps "open contract"... which to many, would seem like a bad idea... but I guess it ended up working out for the better... I was told I got Motor Transport Operator...so I was happy, because I knew there was a good chance I'd get to shoot my 50 cal again!
when I graduated MCT, Jake was there..;. like always.. and he followed the bus to the airport... and saw me off, as I got on the plane to fly to Fort Lost in the Woods (fort leonardwood) Missouri...
When we finally got to fort leonardwood, it was about 2 am... and I was completely exhausted.. it so fucking hard to sleep on a cheap ass uncomfortable plane, and a stupid ass bus ride .. ugh... anyway, we were separated males and females and escorted to our barracks... I got put into a room with "chicken little" as everyone called her.. I just called her Williams... cuz that was her name haha.. and then the next day, Jennifer Fortman, and Rachel Ward checked in.. (they were late because they got a hotel room , which they weren't supposed to do haha)... anyway, Rachel was put in a different room, and Jennifer was put in Williams and my room... I, myself have always been a pretty accepting person... so I didn't have anything against either one of my roommates .. but Fortman for some reason, did not like Williams at all... Which for me, sucked so fucking bad haha.. they would argue all the time, slamming doors... omg.. it was like being on the jersey shore haha... but eventually fortman and I became really good friends... she was so loud and obnoxious haha I loved it! she was hilarious to me, she talked like a black person to me... but I discovered later... it is called "ghetto" hahaha yeah, I've never been around white people that talk like that!... but we really hit it off... we went everywhere together... every time we had liberty on the weekends, we were together. Ward and I were ok friends.. but we really didn't end up super good friends until the second part of the school experience... anyway... so here fortman and I are.. in MOVOC (which is just a fancy term for learning how to drive the basic trucks like humvees and 7 tons)... well, Jake and I had been talking and we both kind of agreed it wasn't going to work... so I guess it was kind of like saying ... yeah, I'm going to have sex with other people, and i don't care if you do the same...
Every weekend we got off work I would go out in town and rent a hotel room... everyone else would end up showing up and bringing beer and food... it was so much fun!! I ended up liking a guy in my class... Dodson.. haha I cant remember why I thought he was so cute.. he was a dick to me haha... but him and I had our fun.. he was a little awkward... but he had a nice wiener and the sex was good, so we would sneak out on weekdays and fuck behind the ISO containers (big ass containers you put on semi trucks or flat beds) oh it was a blast.... But eventually, I met another guy... Redman.. haha yeah, HE was cute... needless to say, I couldn't make up my mind very well haha... but Dodson ended up going to Japan... and not staying for the LVS course (the advanced course where you learn to drive one more weird ass truck..)... so here I was, in LVS class.. and i had a huge crush on who I thought at the time was going to be a nice guy haha...
Redman and I had a great time all through LVS school... I used to give everyone massages while we were waiting on our turn to drive.. my massages were legendary.. idk why really, I guess I'm just awesome like that.. but, I remember once I was rubbing Redman's head and he said not to touch a spot on the top of his head because It hurt.. so I just kind of wrote it off (this will come into play later... so don't forget this part!!)... MEANWHILE... while i was having this little love affair with Redman, Fortman on the other hand, was digging on someone else... (WHO WAS COMPLETELY NOT CUTE AND OUT OF OUR RANK STRUCTURE)--- he was a SGT... --- yeah... anyway, it kinda worked to my advantage, because I was one of the only people in that class who got 100 points on a driving test from that SGT ... go fortman!! thanks man hahaha... well... after an awesome amazing time at school.. drinking every night... getting laid whenever I wanted to... wherever I wanted to... it was time to graduate and head to Camp Lejeune NC... or to Camp Pendleton, CA... most of us LVS drivers ended up going to NC though... I remember... my flight was scheduled to leave before everyone Else's... i don't know why... but I got hosed once again... so I was walking to my gate... fortman was with me... I said, " I really wanna see Redman before I go .. i know I'll see him when I get there, but I wanna say goodbye anyway.." so we called and called him... he finally ended up answering... and over the phone he said... "you know, I really don't want a relationship or anything serious with you.."... WOW!... fuck me right?? haha honestly, I wasn't looking for that at all... at least not yet~!~!... ugh... anyway, It still made me feel like an over used toilet plunger... ya know, the ones that are all moldy and stained and bend all easily... (not that I was loose or anything... perverts... haha)... but all the same, I got on my stupid ass plane by my fucking self, and listened to my mp3 player... my songs of choice were by "the starting line" the sad songs on their new CD.. yeah.. I was like a depressed highschooler.. shut the fuck up... you know you've been there at least once... everyone has... haters... haha...
So I get to the airport... and everyone Else's plane wasn't far behind mine... because when I got off the plane... I see Redman's sister, and his brother in law... AWKWARD... haha I ended up calling my friend Keator right away and saying... dude ... i need a ride to base like NOW... but I still had to wait for Fortman... so we did... and eventually we finally were on the road to Camp Lejeune.. ugh..
I was literally just sitting here for like 10 minutes thinking about this... but really, when I first checked in... all I remember is being in the little Admin office, and seeing this LCpl's desk Laughterbaugh... and a couple other marines were like "ugh, where the hell is she?! she hasn't been here for like 3 days.." -- in case you didn't know... Laughterbaugh was that pregnant marine that was murdered by her "baby's daddy"... yeah, i know, its crazy... I remember when it was on the news a few weeks later... kinda scary and weird how shit happens like that... --- anyway, we checked in, and all I remember, is that I met some guy named Cowley... he said I could stay with him for a while, at least until I found somewhere else to stay... he lived in this really crappy trailer.. his wife and kid left him.. I cant remember why... but... yeah, it was kind of awkward... he had two bedrooms, but one was completely full of CRAP... and his bedroom smelled like old feet and stagnant water... ugh... but I made the best of it... I cleaned that whole fucking house!!! I did all the dishes which looked like they hadn't been done in like months and months... Cowley was ALMOST cute... the only thing was, that he was about 4 feet 8 inches tall, and made me feel like a jolly green giant.... I had to share a bed with him... and I would literally get drunk off my ass every single night just so he didn't try to have sex with me (he told me he would never touch me if I was too drunk haha) yeah, I'm a bitch haha anyway, after a while, I ended up going to look for a car... I had told myself back in 2000 as a 12 or 13 year old.. that I would someday, somehow own a black Pontiac Trans Am WS6. I didn't know how .. but I would no matter what... well, we were driving around one night, and my friend Dodrill bought some crappy ass Ford Focus.. eh.. well, I ended up calling Stevenson Auto because they had a 2002 Black Z28 Camaro sitting out front... I said "eh, well its pretty fucking close to a trans am, so i guess ill deal with it."... i remember talking to the salesman... I said.. "well, what I'm really looking for is a 2002 Trans Am. WS6 black on black".... and he said "WOW really? because we literally JUST got one in... its in the back right now getting new brakes put on and getting all cleaned up" I almost shit my fucking pants!!!!... I said, hold on to that car... im coming in right now and I WILL drive away with that car tonight no matter how long it takes me!!... I got dropped off there that day... I talked to my dad on the phone... I got the money out of my savings account... which was like 6,000 dollars.. pretty perfect... I put that money down on the car, did all the paperwork, and like i promised, I drove home with my dream car that night!!! it was the most amazing feeling in the whole entire world~~!~ i've never been that happy ever!!..
Well, heres where the fun part starts... after buying that car, of course like any normal person, I had a need for speed... I got pulled over the second day I had that car... I was going 60 in a 55... wow... and instead of being nice, oh yeah, I got a ticket... fuckin sucked... but I sent my payment to the address the cop circled... and I thought I was done with it...
After a while of being in the fleet, I was hanging out with Fortman at the bricks (the barracks... apparently it makes them sound a lot cooler when you say it this way.) ... I pulled into the parking lot and I saw a guy in a blue gay ass eclipse... yeah, it was Casey Donald... ugh... I walked past him and he said, "whos car are you driving?? i know thats not yours".. yeah, I take that as an insult when men think I cant drive a 6 speed better than them when i know I can... (believe me, I CAN)... well... I started arguing with him... and he asked if I would help him carry these big gay speakers up to his barracks room .. so I did... and after that I didnt really think anything of him..
I ended up moving in with some other friends in their apartment building... I was having a big party one night and I invited EVERYONE i knew... I was at the barracks telling people about it... and Casey was there, I was just getting out of the field (where you camp out in the field for weeks/days and you dont shower, so your a good marine...)... Casey made some crack about me smelling bad, and said he would show up.... well he did come to the party... long story short... we ended up dating... and for some reason I have NEVER been more enfatuated with someone in my entire life... I fell in such love with him... it was ridiculous... we ended up going to CAX together while we were in CLB 2... ... we had sex all the damn time out there... we werent exactly being that careful either... god damn I am so lucky I never got pregnant.. good god... but out there in CAX ( when marines go to the Mojave Desert in Cali and pretend like their in Iraq/Afgahan by sweating their asses off and shooting guns)... I was in love... because I was a gunner... I spent the whole first year in the fleet taking 50 cal classes and learning how to be a machine gun instructor... One day, we were getting ready to go on a Convoy out to a machine gun range... I got in my truck and up on the tourett( where the gunner sits on top the truck and holds on to the gun so it doesnt bounce off the truck .. cuz the roads out there are just AWESOME_)... my Sgt told me, "hey, get off the truck and tell the driver ahead of us his blinkers are on... " so i jumped down off the truck... putting my kevlar on the seat... I grabbed my rifle and by the time I got to the back of that other driver's truck, he shut the lights off... so I just went to walk between the back of the 7 ton and the front of this MRAP ( a kind of truck that was supposed to be "indestructable" .. HA!)... while I was walking between the trucks, some Marines from security company were trying to get this ladder to latch... but it was broken (these ladders connected to the armored trucks are heavy as hell!! most of them have hydraulic release on them.. but like i said, this one was broken)... well, they let go of the ladder right as I was walking past... and all I remember is waking up on the ground slightly shaking and seeing my Staff Sergeant yelling in my face... "Dang ol' Brede!! you ok??!?! " haha... yeah, as a reaction, I grabbed my rifle and just tried to get up and walk it off... I was soooo fucking dizzy... but I just wanted to get to the range and shoot my weapon... so went ahead and got back in the truck... a doc came and gave me an ice pack... which, in the fucking desert... obviously is kind of fucking irrelevant... but whatever... it was the thought that counts i suppose... I tried holding the ice pack on my head, but it hurt sooo fucking bad I couldnt hardly put pressure on it... and I had to hold my kevlar off to the side... omg it was the worst pain ever...
While we were on the way to the range, I started getting really really sleepy... but i didnt want to tell anyone.. I dont remember driving there... getting out of the truck, getting into formation... I remember nothing... I guess I past out, or something because, I got med-evacd (taken away from some military operation because you got fucked up somehow)... and again all i remember is SSGT Kelly trying to make me laugh on the way to the BAS (a small wanna be hospital that marines put up... it really is a joke...)... when I got there ... i remember some Doc telling me... your going to stay here for a couple hours... and were going to see if you fall asleep because if you fall asleep you have a concussion.... yeah I fell asleep right when he was saying all that.. I woke up in an ambulance while they were putting an IV in my hand!!! // my veins and blood vessels are sooo fucking shitty.. their tiny like I have been a smoker my whole entire life... but I havent... ugh... again another shitty aspect of me...// I had a CT scan (CAT SCAN)... and an MRI eventually at another doctor... they determined that I had bruising... and a delayed reaction to a severe concussion... they also determined that I had heart problems... but yeah... I'm not sure why....
For the rest of my CAX expierience, I layed in my cot... and sweated... and looked up at the roof of the hooch (what we call a giant pop can laying on its side halfway covered in sand, so we could live in it in the desert...)... it fucking sucked... the only joy in my life was laffy taffy and seeing casey every once in a while... I had to be escorted down to the chow hall by docs or by fellow marines because my delayed reaction to my concussion made me really really shakey and I could hardly walk, hold a spoon, or see out of my left eye.. which continued to get worse and worse...
all in all when we got back to camp lejeune, i had to go see a medical officer... he handed me a limited duty sheet... and told me I wouldnt be deploying... ( like 15 minutes before we left)... the worst day of my life... I was so ready to go shoot bitches... haha... yeah... I remember driving home that night, feeling completely worthless... and wondering wtf happend to my vision in my left eye... it was so fucking frustrating... I always felt like there was someone standing where I couldnt see them... I became really really paranoid.. I would jump at any loud sound and if someone touched my shoulder, it was horrible!!!.. after all of this, I decided I was going to have a good time while I could..
Will CONTINUE!!!!
Sarah Hannah Stickney
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