I'm interested in finding out what the fuck i did last night. I am playing division 2 paintball in the PSP league. For those of u who dont know, thats semi-pro. hopefully we will be playing in the pro bracket by 2009 (come on pay check). I am playing for Disavowed now. We took The best players from 4 different teams and put us all together. I am shooting a red and silver A1 Angel as my primary, and a blue and silver A1 Angel as my back up. We got hooked up by our sponsors. Here are just a few of our sponsors.
N E 1 that doesnt bore the hell out of me!!!
Hit me up on AIM djkasper4478
UNSELFISHLY, YOU LEFT YOUR FATHERS & MOTHERS,YOU LEFT BEHIND YOUR SISTERS & YOUR BROTHERS.LEAVING YOUR BELOED CHILDREN & WIVES,YOU PUT ON HOLD YOUR DREAMS- YOUR LIVES.ON FOREIGN SOIL, YOU FOUND YOURSELF PLANTEDTO FIGHT FOR THOSE WHOSE FREEDOM YOU GRANTED.WITHOUT YOUR SACRIFICE, THEIR CAUSE WOULD BE LOSTBUT YOU CARRIED ONWARD, NO MATTER THE COST.MANY HORRORS YOU HAD ENDURED & SEEN.MANY FACES HAD HAUNTED YOUR DREAMS.YOU CHEERED AS YOUR ENEMIES LITTERED THE GROUND;YOU CRIED AS YOUR BROTHERS FELL ALL AROUND.WHEN IT WAS OVER, YOU ALL CAME BACK HOME,SOMEWHERE LEFT WITH MEMORIES TO FACE ALL ALONE;SOME FOUND THEMSELVES IN THE COMPANY OF FRIENDSAS THEIR CROSSES CAST SHADOWS ACROSS THE LAND.THOSE WHO SURVIVED WERE FOREVER SCARREDEMOTIONALLY, PHYSICALLY, PERMANENTLY MARRED.THOSE WHO DID NOT NOW SLEEP ETENALLY'NEATH THE GROUND THEY HAD GIVEN THEIR LIVES TO KEEP FREE.WITH A HAND UPON MY HEART, I FEEL THE PRIDE & RESPECT;MY REVERENCE IS REVEALED IN THE TEARS THAT STREAM DOWN MY FACE. AS OUR FLAG WAVES ABOVE YOU, IN HER GLORY & GRACEFREEDOM WAS THE GIFT THAT YOU UNSELFISHLY GAVE PAIN &DEATH WAS THE PRICE THAT YOU ULTIMATELY PAID.EVERYDAY, I GIVE MY UTMOST ADMIRATION TO THOSE WHO HADFOUGHT TO DEFEND OUR NATION.
This poem was found in the pocket of a dead marine::::::::::::::::Take a man and put him alone, put him twelve thousand miles from home. Empty his heart of all but his blood, make him live in sweat, in mud. This is the life I have to live, this the soul to the Devil I give. You have your parties and drink your beer, while young men are dying over here. Plant your signs on the White House lawn; "Lets get out of Vietnam". Use your signs and have your fun, then refuse to use a gun. There's nothing else for you to do, then I'm supposed to die for you. There is one thing that you don't know; and that's where I think you should go! I'm already here and it's too late. I've traded all my love just for hate. I'll hate you till the day I die. You made me hear my buddy cry. I saw his leg and his blood shed, then I heard them say "This one's dead". It was a large price for him to pay, to let you live another day. He had the guts to fight and die, to keep the freedom you live by. By his dying your life he buys, but who gives a DAMN if a Marine dies!
The mother fucker that designed that hot azz Aunt Jemimah bottle and my grandpa