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mrbarbie:

“they were called a generation without heroes. then they were called upon to be heroes. within hours of 9/11, america’s war on terrorism fell to those like the twenty-three marines of the first recon battalion, the first generation dispatched into open-ended combat since vietnam. they were a new pop-culture breed of american warrior unrecognizable to their forebears—soldiers raised on hip hop, video games and the real world. cocky, brave, headstrong, wary, and mostly unprepared for the physical, emotional and moral horrors ahead, the “first suicide battalion” would spearhead the blitzkrieg on iraq, and be among the first american combat units baptized in the horrors of iraq’s terrifying guerilla war. generation kill is the funny, frightening, and profane firsthand account of these remarkable men, of the personal toll of victory, and of the randomness, brutality, and camaraderie of a new american war.”

warriorgays:

I think we should consider funding a remake of Gen Kill in which everything is exactly the same, except all of the music is replaced by showtunes. yes, we’ll miss Teenage Dirtbag and Avril Lavigne–but please consider the amount I, personally, would pay to witness Ray Person and Brad Colbert belting out Take Me Or Leave Me at each other

https://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/lookashiny/169041931265/tumblr_llrbr7vLub1qa77gk?plead=please-dont-download-this-or-our-lawyers-wont-let-us-host-audio
http://lookashiny.tumblr.com/post/169041931265/audio_player_iframe/lookashiny/tumblr_llrbr7vLub1qa77gk?audio_file=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Flookashiny%2F169041931265%2Ftumblr_llrbr7vLub1qa77gk

thissying:

davemeowthews:

GENERATION KILL: Deleted Conversations, Ray & Brad

Sorry for the semi-poor quality! My HD PVR wasn’t recording and I was ready to throw it out the window. Instead, I had to do it with my camera which is why you hear birds chirping at one point. oh well can’t be tamed

“It’s like ‘over the counter’.”
“You mean ‘off the shelf’.”
“Yeah, I said that.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yeah, I did, but I used a poor choice of words.”

Hee! There’s nothing not to love in this entire scene.

accol-fics:

There wasn’t exactly a fuckton of wrapping paper in the Iraqi fucking desert.  So, Christeson pulled his present out of a slightly used sock.

“Hey, a little Maglite.  Nice.”

The Secret Santa exchange rotated one to his left, and Q-Tip unwrapped the reused MRE plastic to unveil his gift.

“Screwby!”  He had four different color Sharpies in his hand.  He immediately tucked them into his flak vest pocket, in easy reach when he felt the need to doodle on Christeson’s cover again.

(Nate softly grinned, a satisfied expression from the other side of the circle.)

Ray was up next.

“If this isn’t a copy of Juggs, I’m pissing in all of your cornflakes.”

“Ray,” Brad interjected even as Ray tore off the Iraqi newspaper that was covering his gift.  “What kind of holiday spirit is that?”

“Says you,” Ray retorted.  “Don’t you have 9 candles to light?  Motherfucker!  Wet wipes!  I change my mind.  This is better than a crusty copy of Juggs.  A clean asshole is next to godliness.”

Walt rolled his eyes and held up his (never wrapped) gift, a tiny plastic film canister of LSA.  “Thanks, Rolling Stone,” he said quietly, grinning ear to ear.

“Holy fuck!”

“You holding out on us?”

“Did you literally part your ass cheeks and bend over to get that? Christ.”

Reporter just shrugged at the chorus of yells and said, “The PX.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Poke said.  “My turn.”

He unfolded the canvas to reveal a book.  

“A People’s History of the United States.  Who’s this Howard Zinn guy?”

“You’ll like it,” Nate said.  “It’s all about how the majority exploits the minority.”

Patterson’s mouth twitched.  Poke flipped the book over and read the back cover, absorbed already.

Around the circle it went.  A couple of tins of tobacco, a coveted jar of peanut butter, a repurposed margarine container full of home-baked cookies sent from Stateside.  Rudy got a new hula girl for his dashboard.  Pappy got a new razor (and Rudy couldn’t hold back his high-wattage smile about it).  Brad was happy with the brown paper bag full of miscellaneous batteries he got.  Nate’s stony expression couldn’t hide his blush when he was the one who got the copy of Juggs.

The last person in the circle, sitting on Christeson’s other side, was Reporter, who finally got that well-loved picture of his girlfriend back.

aces-low:

Just dealing with my monthly reminder that in Gen Kill Nate Fick does absolutely use the word Yummy.

Not yum, yummy.

Why did he do that? Is that a real Nate thing? Is it a Stark thing? Was it the script writer that thought ‘no he should definitely say ‘yummy’.’

I’ve listened to the commentary tracks, I’ve read the books, I’ve done the research. I have not been able to crack the code of why a grown adult marine said the word yummy.

Go about your lives, please, as I lay here on the ground, calling out to the universe for answers.