never did an 8404 tour. i’ll tell you that right now. all my tours were OCONUS (out continental US) and CONUS (continental US). i served 3 years on the USS Blue Ridge. at my first command i volunteered to go to GTMO (Cuba). i was one of 2 HM’s that were the primary HM’s to go before a HUGE deployment was sent after i returned.
while in GTMO, i was an E1. a nothing. i just did what iwas told and did it as best as i could. i fucked up, got my ass chewed and went back out got my ass beat. on my weekends off i was “voluntold” to head off with an HM2 to field train with Marines.
i got yoked up, armed and set out with HM2 at 0500 sat/sun morning for every other weekend. i learned how to do sick-call, learned to never quit running, learned to assimilate. that’s the key; if you can’t keep up with 0300’s, they shut you out. i’d shit myself running before tapping out and got on the truck.
there’s always a truck when Marine’s run. it’s for the injured. you NEVER get on the truck.
i sat one weekend doing ops and my Marine’s were getting in the 3 point stance to tackle a 6 foot cactus. i went to the head one sat night and my Marines were sharing a blow-job doll. one saw me and asked, “DOC!!!! if one of us has an STD and we share this, can we all get it?” i looked at them blankly and just nodded yes. then i took my shower.
then there’s the time they fucking soaked rolls of toilet paper in JP5, lit on fire, and used the surgical tubing i gave then as slingshots to fire at each other one night. i got my ass HANDED to me that night by SSGT Jimenez, then by my LT at the hospital. luckily, i was a piece of shit know nothing E2. they just yelled at me and it was done.
bottom line was, one of my Marines asked if i could get surgical tubing. i got it. had no clue what it was for. but i never blue falconer. that was key. i took my reaming and didn’t say shit. but i earned my stripes one night when i went to the ER to talk to a buddy. they got a SERIOUS call to the line. Marines crossed over and hit a land mine. my buddy ORDERED me to go (he was an E4, i was an E2), said this call needed extra hands.
we got on scene and the 2 Marines crawled back onto the base. one lost half his leg and the other was riddled with shrapnel. my boy applied the tourniquet and i started the IV. the other Marine said he was fine and the we needed to look after the amputee. we got them both back, they lived, and were patients on the ward i worked at.
when i told/tell this tale (it’s been declassified) i always saw/see it as “i just did my job”.
in Kuwait, the squad lost their HM when he broke his foot. i was at camp close to the iraqi border and a squad leader showed up asking for a HM that “knew his shit”. i was covering X-ray, but was the pharmacy tech of ANOTHER camp, but filling in a “general duty” billet (if you’re military; you get it). i was sent over to HQ and met SSGT ********** (he’d never want his name here). i asked him to show me the MRAP and asked where he wanted me assigned.
he showed me my spot and i asked to see the guys. i gave them all quick clot, ACE wraps, tourniquets, and ABD pads. i introduced myself, told them who i was and assured them i could NEVER replace their HM, but i knew my job was to ensure they got back to camp alive.
and that i would die doing that.
by then i’d been in long enough to understand the nature of warriors. these guys were moto, but our missions were basically to drop off supplies to various FOB’s (forward operating bases). one Marine asked me if i wanted to man the .50 cal. this an newb joke. you man it, you clean it. told said Marine to eat my dick. the crew laughed.
sat in radiology when i was needed and crossed the border when my Marines went out, then went back to my camp at Ali al Salem. it was a fun few weeks, and they kept busy.
always had fun with Marines, either you fit in or you don’t. i did, and it’s an honor i hold sacred. i have MANY other sea stories involving my Marines (most HM’s do), but i think i’ll save those for later. man, i wish i knew where Dogsquat was at. i KNOW that old warpig has some tales to tell. this is just for him and my Brother Marines. GET SOME!!!!!!
988 Steeplechase lane
Orange Park, Fl 32065
that’s my physical address. that’s where i’ll be for the next 2-3 weeks. my house is known as “the compound”. newbs to the hood are told, “that’s Danny’s place. if you have kids keep them away from Danny’s house. if shit hit’s the fan, GET TO DANNY’S HOUSE!!!!!!”. theres a tactical weapon in each room. let me show you around. my first home video, around 2012ish.
the “compound” now, what i DIDN’T show.
had a girl come over and she commented on the machete in the guest bathroom. i LOVE how you ladies snoop. what’s not in the video is: the machete in the guest bathroom, the police bar in the kitchen, and the machete in my bathroom. i also have shotgun shells in every room in the house.
don’t look at me like that. i like to feel secure.
took Nugget shooting yesterday. the AK fucking jacked her shoulder. she liked the AK and she dug the P95. but she LOVED the ruger 22/45. honestly, she dropped clips quicker than i could fill them. i can’t tell you how much women LOVE having a man take them to the range to shoot.
Nugget and the .22.
i got some too of course.
it was a fun time. after shooting i ate some vietnamese food and headed back home. when i got back my neighbors had a little “going away” party for me. Lopez, Nugget, and So-So. we stayed up and drank and played “corn hole” then we played a sick card game that’s just not right. it was a good time, and i will honestly miss leaving this neighborhood.
thought you’d like this.
now you all know where i live. if anyone from the Sphere has beef with me, now you know how to find me. i couldn’t be more open than posting my home address. i prefer to go one-to-one from the chest. but, just remember, i drew on a woman i LOVE. i’ll FIRE on someone i don’t know.
if you live in the area and wanna have a beer, shoot me an email.
i was originally intedned to post an e-mail i received at work today about a course being held to promote “female leadership” in the navy. basically it’s a class for women only to teach them how to be effective leaders. do i even need to ask if there will EVER have the same course for men only?
in case you’ve been living under a rock, you’ll probably notice the tone of the site has changed. next week will be my last week of work in radiology. the following week i check out of the command. april 11th will be my last day at NAS Jacksonville. on the 14th i have an appointment with the VA to discuss my disability.
around the 15th i will be heading back to louisiana. once my household goods arrive and my parents fix up the joint, i’ll be living in their house next door to Paw-Paw’s pad where me and my boy Adam will be fixing up the house so my mom can rent it out.
once i leave Jax i will no longer be updating this site. i started this site as a goofy as fuck navy dickbag that was well blogging about, well- “horse hit, women and food.” the fact is, i’m no longer that guy. i gave away all my furniture, i’m moving to a more minimal lifestyle. i had a nice talk with Yohami and he seemed pretty psyched about it as well.
the fact is, i RARELY even talk to women anymore. it just seems disingenuous to continue this site. i’ve been pondering this for about a month. i spoke to SSM, PrivateMan, and LaidNYC about this all around the same time.
i’m glad i started this site. God knows i’ve made some VERY good friends from this blogging nonsense. even the people i’ve had fall outs with with i honestly wish nothing but the best for them. i was always amazed at the emails from you guys wanting my humble take on something. and i really want to thank you readers for taking time to read my bullshit.
but fear not. i’ll be starting a new site that will be more closely aligned to the way i’ll be living. it’ll be more of a MGTOW, minimalist, traditional masculinity site. i’ll still be posting openly and SSM and PrivateMan will announce when i start it. i still need to figure out the format. you won’t find me railing on feminism (not that i really did), and if i meet a woman, i have every intention on sharing it.
in short. my life is about to make a major change. i’ve spent the last 20 years jumping from place to place. now i’m 40, starting to feel it, and am looking forward to peace and quiet.
i’m not quiting, just changing. change is necessary, natural, and beneficial.
quicky, simple, and delish. i’m posting this early since it kind of needs to marinade overnight for best results. you will need-
one piece of fish per person. you don’t HAVE to use Mahi (publix had it on sale) but i’d run: sword fish or tuna; any firm fleshed fish
jamaican jerk marinade. i prefer “walkers wood”. you can usually find it at any international or caribbean food store. pic below. or make your own.
halve the limes, squeeze some juice onto the fish. cover top of fish with marinade (walker’s wood is HOT), use sparingly if you’re averse to spicy foods. i’m NOT, so i love this shit. but if you can’t take heat, just add a small amount to the top of the fish. cover and let it site overnight. at the very least it should marinate for about 4-6 hours; the longer the better.
remove from fridge and let it get close to room temperature. turn on your broiler and let it heat for about 5 minutes. oil cooking pan, place fish in pan and cook for about 6-7 minutes. remove from heat, let sit for about 10 minutes, plate and dig in. i’ll post pics when i cook mine when i get home (it’s marinating as we speak).