I'm not sure but i like who I am. my old friends think I've become stuck up. My new friends will jump out of a perfectly good airplane to be by my side. Not to mention everything else.
So here I am. Fort Bragg. Home of the 82nd all amarican airborne.
Not working at Tacobell anymore. MY MOM CRIES NOW WHEN aRMY HELICOPTERS FLY OVER HER HOUSE. My step dad cries when he watches Rambo. And I no longer have to cry, for everything I've wanted was right here.
Looking at these pictures brings back lots of good times. Yet I'd never go bac, and I'd also do nothing diffrent if i could. I had fun as everyone should. But now I am more then everyone else. So excuss me if i do sound stuck up. Just know that this ass hole is here for you.
PVT. Ogle











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Remember:
Mike Wieringo June 24, 1963 - Aug 12, 2007
Michael Turner April 21, 1971 - June 27, 2008
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The Home - [link]
The Art - [link]
The Music - [link]
"Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered. It is a sword-day; a red day, ere the sun rises!"
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We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.
~Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.
~Francois de La Rochefoucauld
Ilike that alot. I got you.
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where am i, how did i get here, who the hell are you people?
thanks for boosting my confidence, i might put some more on now
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O.o. Samie .o.O
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........................................ .......Samie.........DOnt think I've like............................Lost it or................... something..........................But.. ...I.....uh......Like..................s et my hair..........like.....uh....a blave.
I was doing it for a picture but it didnt quite come oout as art it just looks like my hair is on fire but the flames were huge.
so got like use alot of hair spray or anything flamable.
i love you and ill try not to kill myself.
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where am i, how did i get here, who the hell are you people?
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