Wednesday, May 03, 2006

HNT #26, the non-whiney edition ...

I thank you all for your concern, e-mails and comments. Looking back on the past week's posts I realize I sound like a whiney bitch. Well no more! There was a huge elephant in the room that everyone in the Gunn household was trying to watch American Idol around and somebody finally noticed it. The elephant has been dispatched to the already cluttered garage. (OK. He's been shot but the dissection and removal may take awhile) I did not create this blog for the purpose for which it has been used. Allow me to say that the two Whitman poems were for Betchacantguesswho who requested them. Betcha, more will be forthcoming, I promise. (Can I throw some of my other favorites in too?) So henceforth and forthwith, I present you a picture of the way things will be from now on (at least in public) ... Tommy, au naturale.

Still crazy after all these years ...


HHNT everybody. Don't know what the big deal is? First get the rules then visit the man responsible for it all ... the Wonderful Wizard of Os.

Oh, and don't forget the gratuitous shot ...

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head ...


Have a great end of your week everybody. I love you all ... or at least as many as I can get in the sack. **MUWAH**

First steps ...

The journey begins ... Baby steps.

Leaves of Grass ...

The smoke of my own breath;
Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine;
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs;
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore, and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn;
The sound of the belch’d words of my voice, words loos’d to the eddies of the wind;
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms;
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag;
The delight alone, or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides;
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.

Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much?
Have you practis’d so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems;
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun—(there are millions of suns left;)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books;
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me:
You shall listen to all sides, and filter them from yourself.

Walt Whitman
1819-1892

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Yeah, what he said ...

Not from successful love alone,
Nor wealth, nor honor'd middle age, nor victories of politics or war;
But as life wanes, and all the turbulent passions calm,
As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky,
As softness, fulness, rest, suffuse the frame, like freshier, balmier air,
As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs
really finish'd and indolent-ripe on the tree,
Then for the teeming quietest, happiest days of all!
The brooding and blissful halcyon days!

Walt Whitman
1819-1892

Monday, May 01, 2006

It still sucks ...

I appreciate all of you that have e-mailed and commented. I just have a problem that I am facing and it sucks ... ass ... that hasn't been washed in over a week. Get the point? It sucks and I am trying to deal with it. So thank you know I appreciate it and if I need to, I will take advantage of the offers. Again, thank you. I love you all.
Me

Saturday, April 29, 2006

It's official ....

Life sucks and I don't give a shit ... Film at 11.

Friday, April 28, 2006

Embedded: A Brit reporter goes to war

WARNING: Long post! This is the story that ran in this week's paper. Enjoy!

The plane touched down in Baghdad at 3:30 a.m. Its doors opened, disgorging cargo. A group of Soldiers disembark for a tour in the cradle of civilization. The heat is noticable –– an oppressive, dry heat that hits you in the face like a heavyweight boxer the minute you step onto the tarmac. Soldiers gather their gear and head toward the cargo trucks that will deliver them to their base of operations –– the place they will call home for the next year. The infrastructure of the country is in shambles. Highways that were once paved have devolved into potholes connected by patches of concrete. Other roads and throughways range from animal trails to rutted, bumpy paths that can reach up and snap a wheel off or overturn a vehicle at a moment’s notice. The roads are too rough to catch a quick nap, so the Soldiers, stonefaced, ride in silence.

An armed convoy winds it way through the "roads of Talatha

The truck arrives at Forward Operating Base Forge. The base is a sprawling complex that houses the men and women of the 82nd Sustainment Brigade, a logistics unit tasked with supporting combat operations performed by the 82nd Airborne’s 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 1st Battalion, 505th Parachute Infantry Regiment. Other units sharing the base and supporting the 1/505th include the 28th Combat Support Hospital, the 365th Logistical Task Force, a reserve unit out of Mississippi, and a Canadian logistics unit, the 1 Service Battalion.
The level of activity in the compound is like a beehive. Soldiers in various states of dress scurry to and fro, some in uniform, some in physical training gear. Regardless of duty status, every Soldier wears a weapon. Convoys of vehicles preparing for missions or returning from the field are parked along the roadways, loaded with armament. Most of these men and women have rotated through the Joint Readiness Training Center at Fort Polk, La., before deployment. It was there they learned the dangers inherent in Iraq. There they learned that Soldiers should be alert to their conditions no matter their environment. A mortar or other attack can hit them at the base just as easily as a suicide bomber or improvised explosive device can in the middle of a village. The weaponry hanging from every shoulder shows how well these Soldiers understand that lesson.
FOB Forge is a self-contained complex that Soldiers call home when not performing missions in the field. It contains several dining tents, a Morale, Welfare and Recreation tent where Soldiers can see a movie, play a board game or even surf the Internet and chat with loved ones back home. There are a series of tactical operations centers that act as orderly rooms and centers of activity for the various units occupying the base.
Down the hill from the main living area there is a motor pool, a flight line filled with helicopters and a combat support hospital. The FOB is a microcosm of a stateside base and guarded vigilantly. Armed Soldiers man the tower at the front entrance. In front of them, there is another guard shack at ground level also manned by men at arms. Soldiers on the gates work a fully alert four-hour shift and are relieved to sleep for eight hours. Pvt. Robb Baumgartner, public affairs officer, 82nd Sustainment Brigade, said the duty is so stressful due to the adrenaline rush that comes from being totally focused, that a four-hour shift in the tower feels like a regular eight-hour mission. The duty is so stressful, personnel manning the gate are allowed eight hours of sleep once they are relieved to recoup their energy. Leading up to the gate there are signs in Arabic and English warning those that approach that disobeying orders given by American forces can result in dire consequences. Blunt words so there is no ambiguity. This doesn’t prevent locals from gathering near the gate to protest. But many are there simply to ask for help.
This British reporter writing for a U.K. newspaper, the Guardian, is here to witness a humanitarian mission taking place April 19 in the village of Sadiq.

A Soldier guards the perimeter of the village of Sadiq

Intelligence reports state the villagers are ambivalent and uncooperative toward Soldiers. Lt. Col. Scott Harris, 3rd BCT, 1st Bn, 505th Parachute Inf Reg, makes it his men’s mission to change those negative attitudes and restore friendly relations with the village. The unit sets up a heath and job fair, or MEDCAP, in the village. Soldiers with the 1/505 set up a protective perimeter around the village while Harris meets with Sadiq councilman Fakhiri Jamal and Imam Al-Mousiyi Adnan. Harris explains what the Soldiers were there to accomplish. “We’ve set up a medical treatment facility for the citizens of Sadiq. There are family and general practice areas for men to be checked out. In the Iraqi culture, male doctors don’t treat female patients so we have a ‘female only’ area for the women of Sadiq to receive care. There is also a dental treatment facility that can provide cleanings, fillings and extractions,” he said. The medical facilities are manned by members of the 28th Combat Support Hospital.

Medics assess and address the medical needs of the villagers of Sadiq

The job fair is set up in a hut, four walls and a roof barely standing yet still sturdy enough. In a conversation with Harris, Jamal confesses that his people join the insurgency because they have no money. The job fair allows villagers to put their names on a list for potential employment. “I have given the Mayor of Sadiq $2,000 to hire people to clean up the area,” said Harris. “We are trying to get some money flowing into the economy by putting people to work.” The unit digs wells and ensures an adequate supply of potable water is available. They also open a police station in the Al-Dukar province to help battle the insurgency and give the Iraqis a sense of hope for the future.
Jamal likes what he sees. “I am very happy,” he said. “Things are happening. Other commanders have come in here and made promises but didn’t follow through. (Colonel) Harris is getting things done.”
Harris said the most important thing his unit can do is build trust. “I think if they (Iraqis) see we will do things to help them, they will grow to like us,” he said. “Ninety-five percent of the people in Iraq are good people. It’s the other five percent that are causing fear and terror. It’s our job to eliminate that.”
The sun sets, signaling the end of another day. The successful mission behind them, the Soldiers reload the caravan and begin the dangerous trek back to FOB Forge. Tomorrow will bring more enemies to fight and more bridges to build. In the meantime, there are showers to be taken, meals to be eaten and ping pong to be played.

A trio of Canadien Soldiers take advantage of down time and break out a game of Monolopy

The Soldiers outlined above are real. But, they are not in Iraq. Rather, they are participating in a training exercise at Fort Polk’s Joint Readiness Training Center. The reporter is real but he does not write for a paper in the United Kingdom. Rather, he is a reporter for the Fort Polk Guardian. He is participating in the exercise to highlight the Army’s premier training center.
The JRTC is where units preparing for deployment to Iraq or Afghanistan go to learn the country’s culture and other situations they may face during their tour. From the time Soldiers arrive on the “battlefield” here until they complete their rotation, they are expected to perform as if they are in the war zone. The only simulations in the “box” (training area) are the explosives and the use of the Multiple Integrated Laser Engagement System 2000 in place of bullets. The MILES 2000 includes a laser device that attaches to the end of a Soldier’s weapon and a vest with several sensors. When a laser “fired” from the weapon hits one of the sensors, a loud, high-pitched alarm goes off, signifying the Soldier wearing the vest has been wounded or killed.
The training area is called “Talatha” and contains 18 villages. Its population is split between Sunni and Shia Arabs and Kurds to replicate actual conditions in Iraq. The factions have different allegiances. Some are pro-American, some anti-American, others ambivalent. There is a dedicated insurgent force played by the 1st Battalion (Airborne), 509th Parachute Infantry Regiment. It is their job to give rotating units the fight of their lives. Soldiers assigned there say their motto is “the more they bleed here, the less they will bleed overseas” and some take great pleasure in making coalition or BLUEFOR units bleed as much as possible.
The villagers are played by civilians. Many of them come from Iraq or Afghanistan, adding to the illusion of being in country. Commanders on the ground must use translators to talk to mayors or other officials. They must be aware of local customs and courtesies.
While the units coming through JRTC are only here for a short time, the scenario played out in the box doesn’t end when they leave. It is a fluid, ever-changing environment. Lessons learned from the combat theater are taken back to JRTC where they are incorporated into an evolving training scenario.
A newspaper, The Talatha Times, is published daily and distributed to rotating units. It documents the stories and events that happen there. And like the press in the Middle East, sometimes the articles seem to be written with the intention of stirring the pot, making the villagers angry with U.S. troops.
Unit leadership hold radio interviews. The Soldier (interviewee) is brought to the radio station with a translator under fully armed guard. Inside, a disc jockey, speaking only Arabic, conducts a live interview. The spokesman must be aware of the timing involved with using a translator. The disc jockey opens up the phone lines and takes a series of questions from the “public.” “When can the Soldiers come to my village to play soccer with us?”; “My daughter is very sick and may be dying. Can you take her back to the U.S. for medical care?” and “What is your country like where you come from?” are some of the questions that get asked.
Hostile calls are also taken. “I don’t want to play soccer with you, I want to throw bombs at you. I want you to die, infidel! What do you have to say to that?” These questions are asked so Soldiers can get a glimpse of what faces them during deployment.
Press conferences with “local” media are presented to prepare commanders for the task of dealing with a potentially hostile press. Col. Steve Lyons, commander, 82nd Sustainment Bde, gave such a press conference April 20.
Questions for Lyons covered topics like the purported kidnapping of the wife of a local mayor by coalition forces, the lack of compassion or concern over the death –– called a murder –– of a Mosalah man, the state of security in some villages and the status of ongoing water projects. Press conferences like these give the commander a feel for the situation that might play out in country. The commander must feel comfortable facing hostile questions.

Col. Steve Lyons faces tough questions at a press conference April 20

After each training mission, an after action review is held. Mistakes are discussed, praise for good actions is meted out and advice dispensed about improving skills. The hope is that by facing situations in a forgiving environment, Soldiers will be better prepared to bring self rule to the Middle East.
The goal of JRTC: To train a Soldier to think, be alert, observe enemy patterns and exploit them so their worst day is here and not in the combat theater.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Wooo Hooo! HNT #25

It's my HNT quarter-century tonight. So for this one I'm letting you in on a little bit more of what makes me tick. A little more than usual anyway. Fair warning ... it is a kinda long post.
I love books. It's simple. Books make me moist. Some books even take me farther than that! Scary, huh?
I love to read and have tried, with little success thus far, to instill that love into my kids. I often give books as gifts (much to the chagrin of many a gift recipient!) I have been known to have four books working at the same time and have also lend and lost more books than I can remember. Get the point? I love BOOKS! Almost more than sex (OK, maybe I exaggerate a bit, but only for effect)
A little over a year ago I joined this club. I had graduated college and this was a small way of celebrating. I was making decent money and so I took the plunge. It's called "The 100 Greatest Books Ever Written." It features books by Charles Dickins, Herman Melville, Mark Twain, Hemmingway, George Eliot and James Fennimore Cooper among others. It is a fairly broad collection.
I love this club. They send me one book per month and take the money right out of my account so I don't have to worry about it. The books are leather bound with hubbed spines, printed on acid resistant paper and the bindings are sewn to last a lifetime, not glued.
The edges are gilded to protect against dust and humidity, the leather cover are ornately tooled and the end leaves are fabric, not paper. They are an investment I am making that I hope to leave to my heirs one day.
Today, I got my latest book ... #16 in the series. It is Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass." A comprehensive collection of his poetry.
I have a little routine I go through when I receive my latsest book. I go through the literature to see what might pique my interest in the future and then open the book.

My GOD That SMELL! It's orgasmic!


I run my hands all over the cover and the spine. I bring the leather bound lover to my nose and inhale her scent deeply. After that it's time to see what's inside. I spread the pages and run my nose up her crack, surrounding myself with the smell that is like no other ... fresh printers ink on brand new pages, opening wide, giving of herself, inviting me to accompany her on a trip to other worlds.

Like Barry White used to sing, "You're my first, my last, my everything!"


I have other books waiting so I simply read the publishers introduction and the preface. With one more sniff, I put the book up on the shelf until her turn has come and we head to paradise together. HHNT everybody ... WHAT? Yeah I'm wierd but didn't you hear? I LOVE BOOKS! Check the bathroom walls, it's written there somewhere, I promise! Oh and if you want to share more than I have today (skin-wise that is) See the King of half-nekkidness and get in on the fun. Tommy Gunn out!
EDIT: You should never blog stoned. I have been taking sleeping pills to help put me to bed lately and they have the unfortunate side effect of making me illiterate. Hell, I even misspelled my name. I'm going to bed folks. Night!

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Not a lot to say today so I won't. Just in case anyone thought I was serious yesterday, I did get the e-mail posted. I'm just surprised it didn't come from some third world dictator who died and his Nigerian son needs help getting his fortune (probably U.S. foreign aid) out of the country. But hey, they would pay me ten million bucks to be a part of the subterfuge! Really! Unfortunately no such luck. Tommy will continue eaking out his meager existence like he always has and will continue to be happy having you all as friends. We can all continue to struggle through life together. Just like the dysfunctional family we have become. To sooth the dissapointment of not having wads of cash to toss around like Monoply money, I'm going to use this pic and meditate on the good things in life I do have. Have a good one y'all.

Insert Gregorian chant here ...