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Name: James
Location: Jacksonville, North Carolina, United States
Birthday: 12/19/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Right now my interests include my job. I have always had an infatuation with speed. So I guess my car is my first love. Music is a passion and I am slowly learning how to play the Guitar. I am pretty good with computers. I just bought my new truck a 2004 Z71 Tahoe and I love it to death as well. With the new additions after Iraq I have bought a wakeboard and am getting pretty damn good with it. Other than that I love hanging out with the boys at the bar and throwin back a few.
Expertise: I HATE MY JOB!! But for some reason I still love it. I guess u could say me and the Marine Corps have a love hate relationship. Shes such a dirty little ho bag sometimes.
Occupation: Military
Industry: Government
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AIM:  LaserRed5Litre
MSN: JGayheartUSMC@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  Dawg3369
Member Since:
8/7/2004
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| Well going home was a great thing. Although not under the best of circumstances it was still good to go home and be with my nanny and the family. Everytime I go back I realize how much I don't want to be here in Maryland. But theres nothing I can do but bitch about that. I grew closer to a "friend". If only the world were perfect then lord only knows where we would be. I hate the invention we call the cellular phone. That and the fact that well people do not use it. False promises and worrying don't help nething. I don't know maybe I am over reacting. Its just that my word is my bond. And I guess I am of a dying breed in that respect. oh well now I have a decision. Either home for Christmas from the 22-28 or home for New Years and the Rose Bowl from the 29th-5th? who knows. Cause this guy sure doesn't. | | |
| so after a good long weekend of catching up on old times I must start anew all over again. Old friends make it so much harder to leave and the fact that so many people have come so much closer lately makes this move that much harder. The fact that something I held onto and was blinded by for so long does not help it either. I am in a constant state of confused emotion lately. There are so many facets to life that I am having to deal with right now that I feel like I am being torn in so many different directions. I just want it all to make sense. I think that the only person though that can help me make all this mess into an organized one is God. And I have been neglecting him as of late and paying attention to things that are of face value on this earth and won't leave me when it is my time. Love is such a difficult emotion to understand right now and like I have told many of my good friends I had never felt love until recently. I knew it was love after it had slipped through my hands and thats what kills me. I could not sleep I felt like I was going to throw up everytime I took a breath. And as bad as it felt I am glad that it happened cause now I know what it feels like. I want to be superman and I want to be there for everyone and I could not be there for her. I could not be there for my grandfather, and I cannot be there for my family because of this wonderful thing we call the Marine Corps. So if u ask me am I bitter then u will get an emphatic yes. Cause it feels right now that everything I have ever been close to has been pulled away from me. But then again like my wonderful beautiful gorgeous intelligent Momma Bear said. "He has a plan for you, and u might not understand the plan now or want to understand it but just put your faith in him and he will work it out" So that is what I am going to do. I have decided that life is to short to fret over things that u cannot control. So now I will end my journey in North Carolina and start a new one in Maryland. Maybe its a new beginning for me and a new chance to work on the person I want to be. So I will leave with a few parting words in this passage. Good luck and God Speed to my closest friend Marc, he has found his way and is on the path to all that he wants and deserves, congratulations to you my friend. Congratulations to my friend Mark Comer and his new life with his gorgeous wife and child on the way. Congratulations go out to my Brother from another mother Caslos, he has found his other half as well and is happy, and I am happy for him. Caslos u were there for me through my toughest time so far and for that I am eternally thankful. To Whitney, even though it might not have worked out the way we both had it in mind, maybe one day down the road when I finally find my home we can be together again, but until then good luck with all that u do. You are an intelligent, gorgeous woman with so much promise in life. And of course to my mother. Who constantly shows me what real heart is. She is the one thing that can always put a smile on my face and is the person who knows me better than me. And of course to my lord and savior Jesus Christ. I give my all to you in the hopes that I can one day live a fulfilled life. Good night to everyone and please pray for my Grandad Jim Gayheart who is in the fight of his life right now against cancer, and to my Auntie Joyce, who is also in a battle against cancer. Good night ya'll and HOOK EM! | | |
| I miss her more than she knows. And for some reason I can't bring myself to do anything about it at all. Why must this job take away from me everything I ever Loved and still do.
"Wake Me Up When September Ends" | | |
| ok so this is not going to be a usual entry. well i guess it will be. but it won't be. but ..... HRMMMM haha. Ok so I am going delirious cause in 2 days I won't be doing jack crap! Isn't that glorious news. 167 is all here. And so they get there 48 hours to acclimatize and what not. Then its to work bitches! And to me that means to the roof to work on my 7 day right before I leave tan. And a whole lotta missed sleep. Can't wait. All I can think about is getting home and not having to worry about power. Or poowater. Or mortars. or RPG's or AK's. Such a tame life back in the states. But it does breed a strong appreciation for porcelain being over here. I am telling u, I will lock myself in the bathroom when I get back just so I can take a shower as long as I want and sit on the can and read a magazine without that stench or losing 10 lbs. Cause 135 degree heat and a porta john spell S A U N A. Ummmm I can't wait to get back so I can see all my Brothas from anutha muthas. Ok well it makes sense to me and that is all that matters. Marc. Don't worry I have not bought the truck yet. Carlos. I miss you as well. I just basically want to see everyone and let em know what I saw and learned over here. So many experiences that give u such a different outlook on life and the way other people view theirs. Plus all the fun goofy ass shit we do to pass the time. Well I guess I am gonna go now and just wait till I go home. Maybe next time I write in this thing it will be from the states.
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| Well here we go again. This thing sometimes acts like a countdown for me. I don't get to update much so every time I do It's that much closer to going home. The countdown stands at 13 days right now. Which may seem like such a small number but when U are constantly counting down the days and waiting with the most baited breath it gets a little difficult. Time goes by so slow one day, and the next its like a whirlwind.
Lets see. Interesting news. I am now a Corporal. Which means mo money mo money. HAHA. But it also means a whole lot more responsibility. I have now been assigned as a fire team leader for night crew. Meaning I am directly in charge of and responsible for 5 other people. They screw up. Which they will. In the Marine Corp screwing up is inevitable. I get in trouble as well. Because I was not properly guiding them down the path of righteousness. Gotta love it. Oh well for some reason I feel the need to be the best at everything I do. Which leads me to the path I am currently on. Sometimes I just want to sit back and be the one who stays out of the spotlight.
Other fun news. About 3 weeks ago our Squadron guideon was stolen. Immediatley our command looked inward and tryed to say that someone within our squadron was the culprit. Come to find out the F-18 squadron down the street snuck in and ganked our flag. Bastiges! Well for that we got a health and comfort inspection. That means everything we own got dumped out on the floor and inspected for this flag. Cause they all thought we took it. Well as soon as our shop found out about this infiltration we put our own little payback plan into effect. We scouted for days. Our target was their gimoungous sign in front of the Squadron. I am talking 8 feet wide by 12 feet tall. Thats just the sign not to mention the gigantor stand it took to hold this thang. We did recon missions for a week while the replacement sign was being done. I am talking NVG's, Radios. All that shiate. The sign was completed and 2 nights ago our plan was put into effect. It took some more recon but we got it done. Signs were switched and they were dumbfounded. It was a glorious victory one that their CO complemented us on in email. In it, he said WE WIN. Yahoo. Suckas.
Like the late 2 Pac said. "Revenge is the sweetest joy next to getting pussy." And to top it off our call sign in the Air is Revenge. More fun!
Like I said only 13 days left and counting. 167 should be here later tonite and then its all downhill from there. Texas is one step closer! | | |
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