War Hair

In War there are many types of hairstyles. Most Commonly, there is the hand-scuffle, where you simply wake up, and quickly run your hands through your hair at every possible angle scuffling the hair in any direction it wishes to go. However, the lazier guys wear their hair in the helmet hair style throughout their time in the war. They simply do nothing to it and their hair molds to the shape of the inside of their helmet. When the occasional "vacation" may occur, where some soldiers get shipped off to the nearest base for a weekend or so to get a cot, rather than the ground, and a shower rather than a river-washing. On "vacations," many soldiers come back with the classic comb over, walking around with broad shoulders so proud of their beautiful hair-do. Last, there is the lucky ones, the guys who make it to the Barber Shop on their "vacation," these soldiers just shave it all off so they do not have to deal with it at all. Last but not least, there are the total opposite of the vacation-fortunate soldiers would be the front line Dirt-Gellers. These guys just have no care of their hygiene and just want to look good in the face of danger. Dirt-Gellers use a combination of the dirt below their boots and their own sweat to form a makeshift paste. After lathering the past through their hands they move on to spiking their hair in a variety of shapes.
So Remember:

Good Bad Gross
Comb Over Hand-Scuffle Dirt-Gel
Mr. Clean baldness Helmet-Hair

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Trench Life

You can learn a lot about a soldier just by knowing what they carry with them in the trenches. As i prepared myself for our late night mission into the heart of Malaysia, I knew i needed to travel light. Of course I had my safety kit with personalized Scooby-Doo band-aids, a pocket knife, a canteen of water, one MRE (meal ready to eat), a flashlight, and my gun, which were all necessary and important items. However, everyone carries these items into the trenches, what is important is the select few unique items a soldier carries in case they deal a bad hand in battle. Personally, I have a few things I keep on me at all times.

Trench List:

1) A Picture of my wife- very common for many soldiers to hold this close to their heart.

2) Small Flask- Just in case I need a quick pick me up before bullets start flying.

3) Q-tips- Nobody should be found with dirty ears. Plus they are small and easy to carry.

4) Ipod- I have to have my hard rock to get in the fighting zone.

5) Cards- It's always wise to bring a small game in case there is no action. Stake-outs can get boring.

This is usually all I can afford to take because if I add any more weight my balance gets totally thrown off and every time I run i lean at a 45 degree angle to the right. It is a really awkward sight to see.

Haggle Market

As I take a break from the barracks, I finally work up the courage to venture off base into the foreign villages that houses the enemy. The only thing keeping my mind from being terrified is my friends and fellow soldiers accompanying me as we walk down the narrow dirt roads, trash littered on both sides. Through the bustling ruckus in town we finally made it to what seemed to be a small café. Not knowing the language, I naturally just pointed at a well priced dish and hoped for the best. Of course, I was served Pomegranate Soup. Which was way too thin and a deep purple that turned out to be surprisingly cold and awkward to eat. Unfortunately, due to what I think was a combination of soup thickness and shock of temperature; I spilt half of the bowl on my white shirt. Upset with my first foreign meal, my friends and I fled the scene and entered a haggling market. I noticed pirated films, toys, clothes, food, and tools; which all had great prices on them, so I went straight for the toys. The whole market was a pawn system; however, the sellers basically attacked the buyers trying to sell their goods. As I approached the toy stand I went straight for a yo-yo, my favorite childhood toy. I analyzed the strength of the string with my expertise in yo-yo’s, and eventually was met with a family of sellers all yelling at me in a language I could not understand, spit and bad breathe flying all around me. I got nervous and started to sweat, telling them to back off. Surprisingly, they understood me and left me with the yo-yo as they went back to the other side of the table. I then proceeded to test the yo-yo. I went up and down, walked the dog, and even remembered the old Eiffel Tower trick. I began to attract a crowd; however, I wasn’t sure if they were in awe of my yo-yo skills or how much soup one can spill on their shirt. Either way, enjoying the attention I attempted to swiftly go around the world with the yo-yo as I flung it over my head. Although, my plans suddenly changed when the base of the yo-yo flew off and nailed a small elderly woman in the head, knocking her into the pirated film table, and knocking over all the movies. This time the sellers were attacking me for a different reason, so I sprinted, and sprinted, and sprinted some more.