Yours truly getting to meet "The Gunny," R. Lee Ermey when he made a stop at our battalion area, in the city of Nasiriyah, during his moral tour in 2003. I was lucky enough to get a few pictures with him and get his autograph on an Iraqi dinar (their dollar bill).
Soon after the Gunny arrived, he stood on the roof of a HUMWV, had us get in a school circle and talked for about 45 minutes on what was happening back in the states. Then he got us really pumped up when he started reciting all of his famous lines from Full Metal Jacket. Once he finished, he asked if we could give hime about 30 minutes to eat some chow, and after that he was ours for the night. Anything we wanted, pics, autographs, he said he was there for us. Over 150 Marines lined up and he took the time for each and every one to shake hands, pose for pics and sign autographs.
I already had great respect for the man, but after meeting him and seeing how humble he was, my respect for him grew exponentially. Semper Fi, Gunny. You made a lot of weary devil dogs happy that day in the desert. May you Rest In Peace.
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A veces solo buscamos en alguien un espejo para poder amarnos.
En soledad sentí la más pura expresión de libertad, por ello me cuesta desprenderme, renunciar a ese silencioso estado y a su mundana faz llamada soltería. Mi relación distante y cercana con la soledad data de hace cien punzadas al corazón. En el fondo ¿Qué buscaba mi alma? No era el placer del amor, no era la algarabía por la verdad, no era la fe por utopías. Quería verme contento, vivo, eterno, con un sentido donde empujar el carrusel de mi cuerpo. Hay algo en mí que murió, para que todo lo demás fuera posible. Era necesario dejar para continuar.
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