"Latrine Closed Due to Horrifying Circumstances" continued....

Author's note: Please read PT1 first to cease confusion(June 07, 2004) This story is a work of fiction any resemblance to those living and or dead is coincidental.

Spc Donns leaned against the tree and sobbed for almost thirty minutes and more than likely would of stayed there all night hadn't an emergency company formation not been called.  All the troops formed up and stood looking aimlessly at their company commander for answers.  A pin drop could've been heard by the deathly silence surrounding the S&A. 

"I know we are all upset about the circumstances involving the deaths of our 1sg and Spc Lennings.  We will find the culprit and bring him to justice.  This is a human being we are looking for, I will not allow this company to believe in an ominous boogy man terrorizing the latrine.  You were all in shock after Spc Lennings's death and your minds played tricks on you following the death of our 1sg.  We must continue to be strong and move past this tragedy.  I will be releasing you until the funerals are over, then we will be back to work as usual.  Company..."

"Plt!", the plt sgts called.

"Attention!", the commander barked back.

"Assassins", cried the soldiers.

"Dismissed", the commander rendered and disappeared back into the S&A.

Everyone fell out except for the HQ plt.  SFC Ross wanted to have a word before his plt left.  He had to make sure everyone was going to be all right and that they knew he'd be available if any problems arise.  After what seemed to be a lecture that would last for an eternity, the plt was finally free to go with the understanding to look out for one another and answer all phone calls in case something came up unexpectedly.

Spc Donns gathered up her things and trudged off back to her barracks room.  She was in no condition to bother with her bike and turned down all offers for a ride.  She needed this walk to clear her head.  She kept thinking what the commander had said about there is no boogy man and that dreadful hand from the depths of hell that took 1sg's life in front of her eyes.  Was she crazy or maybe she was in shock, but if that was the case then how could at least fifty people see the same thing?  There were no discrepancies when everyone described 1sg's death.  The more she thought about it the angrier she got.  How could the commander say such a thing?  No boogy man indeed!  He wasn't even around!  A human being did it!  How could a human climb up through a freakin' urinal pipe?  Why would they want to? 

Spc Donns was in her room in about 15min and hurled herself on her bed.  Why was this happening?  She thought as she cried herself into a restless sleep.

Meanwhile back at the S&A...

The commander and his Lts started to tear down the urinal, and to their relief there wasn't a sole in there.  Suddenly splashing noises could be heard coming from the toilet.  They all darted back towards the door and huddled together.  Lt Steves kept his hand on the knob for a quick get-away.  A foot immerged on the side of the stall and then another.  These were not normal feet but like "Godzilla", green and scaly with long nails.  More splashing came about.  Lt Steves was slowly turning the knob and sweating bullets.  Finally the whole creature was out and it stood almost ten feet.  It made a shrill scream at the Lts and the commander.  It's tongue was like that of lizard and it had fangs like a shark.  It's ears were two giant dorphal fins and six eyes were a blood clot red.  It's body was like that of a heavyweight bodybuilder, and from head to foot it was green and scaly.  

"Oh, my God!!! That is no human!!!", cried Lt Ness.

"Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee....", Lt Keyser prayed.

Lt Steves pushed back on the door and it wouldn't budge.  He began to panic.  The door wasn't locked for it could only be locked on the inside.  Again he pushed back with the knob at full turn with all his might and again the door failed to open.

The creature stared at the group and licked it's lizard tongue across it's fangs.  "Chow time", the creature laughed.

The commander screamed to open the door and Lt Steves screamed back that it wouldn't budge.  The creature then lunged at the commander.  The commander twist and writhed in the creature's grasp but was quickly overcome by the brute strength it possessed. 

"Hmm.... What to eat first?  Boss man got little legs but big head.  I eat head first.", the creature grimaced.

The Lts tried to pull themselves away from the door to help their commander but were too overcome by fear to move.  They were all secretly hoping the creature would be full after he had eaten the commander.

In a sudden chomp the commander's head was gone.  Completly severed at the neck and the arterties blood flow shot up into the air.  "Save the rest of you for late night snack", the creature sneered.  He looked at the tremblings eyes before him and snickered.  "BOO!!!", he yelled.  Everyone jumped and the creature laughed as he decended back into the tiolet.

Lt Steves tried the door again and it opened and he and the rest of the Lts ran out and didn't stop until they were in the S&A parking lot.

"What the hell are we going to do?", Lt Ness asked.

"I don't know.  How are we going to tell the company the commander was eaten by the same boogy man he said wasn't there?", Lt Steves voice trembled.

"I have an idea, lets cut the bullcrap and leave this place before that thing comes back!!!", Lt Felter cried.

Lt Felter's idea made sense and the Lts scrammbled to their vehicles.  They would all call each other tomorrow about what to do.

4hrs later in a bottomless dark pit unknown to man the exact location:

The creature laid on the cold muddied floor and stared up at a neverending ceiling.  He was using the commander's shin bone as a toothpick daydreaming of better times.  He hadn't always been like this, in fact he used to be a soldier, but now all caught up in revenge and despair he could care less who dies in his path in order for him to reach he man who turned him into this hideous thing.  The experiment to save his life before a strange flu killed him turned him into this beast, and then they exiled him like a common disgrace.  The creature closed his eyes and smiled as he began to dream about exactly how he would get his revenge.

To be continued....

Got this from Lisa and it's so cool.  http://illustmaker.abi-station.com/index_en.shtml

I made on for me and my mom and dad, but I couldn't do Jason since he changes too much.

Here's my dad                                 My mom                                                       Me

Lisa did one of me too                             And here's her by me

Before I start on PT2 with my story, I need to vent about work yesterday.  My Plt Ssg, came into my cage (yeah kind of funny how soldiers work in cages, animals live in cages, and we put our children in pens), took a seat, and told me we needed to have a talk.  Okay, all kind of wild thoughts are running rampant in my mind.  He tells me that I improved greatly with my job performance and my physical fitness.  I knew he was leading somewhere with this discussion, so I just nodded my head in agreement with him.  All right I improved on a lot things since my break-up, but what's so significant about it?  I really don't take praise or compliments well, there's usually an underlining meaning to anyone being nice to someone.  Anyway, he continues that since I'm doing so well and I'm a good soldier(heard this one since signing the dotted line) and he wants me to get promoted (as if I want to be a Spc all my military career), that he wanted me to take charge of Elisa's physical fitness.  To motivate her and help her improve on her physical fitness.  All the alarms went off in my head.  This was not good.  A Spc telling a Pfc what to do, and I'm not even promotable so I have no weight, and above everything she has NCOs in her section (real NCOs) and we're not even in the same section.  A supply clerk is in no way congruent to a mechanic!!! 

This was my Plt Ssg's proposal.  He hates to be told no, and I always do what I'm told to do, and I knew that there was no way in hell I'd win this argument.  Who was I to tell him no? 

In the afternoon and the close of the work day, I was working late doing paperwork, and Elisa came in my cage.  She was my ride home since the company wouldn't allow me to ride my bike without the fear that I'd get struck with lightning.  I told Elisa to grab a chair and told her what our Plt Ssg told me, and that if she had any problems or concerns to see him (he told me to tell her so I did).  Elisa was pissed, I was pissed, and when she told her NCO, I think her NCO was pissed.  Elisa and her NCO walked into our Plt Ssg's office to battle it out so to speak.  Elisa was told to leave and later briefed by her NCO and in conclusion, Elisa's NCO has sole responsibility of her not me. 

Phew!!!  It's not like I have anything against Elisa, but right now I have a whole list of things to be worried about and to have had her underneath me would of been a disaster.  I'm lucky I can take care of myself and do what I'm supposed to do.  I'm just not ready yet to be bossy, when I am I'll let them know, but until then don't put me in a leadership position until I'm ready, and further more don't put me in a leadership position without some weight over the person I'm supposed to be in charge of.

I decided to write a story because I'm tired of talking about work all the time.  So I'm letting my creative juices flow.  This story is just fun and is as untrue as I know it to be.  The charaters are a work of fiction and any resemblance to those living or dead is coincidental.

"LATRINE CLOSED DUE TO HORRIFYING CIRCUMSTANCES"
 

It was just another boring Friday in the S&A.  With the MPs being taken off their road committment and no sign of the connexs coming in soon, each day just dragged on for an eternity.  No one needed to bother with the supply and pack sections, because there were no deadlines on reports to do, and the motorpool was idle due to lack of trucks.  Everyone sat around and watched the walls, praying they wouldn't be selected for the "area beautification" detail. 
 

Spc Donns was her in her supply cage making rubberband/pencil guns and spinning around on her office chair.  Her co-worker Spc Flab was running around to see what their company budget situation was.  Spc Donns hoped something exciting would happen today, even all afternoon pt was better than this sitting around.  But with no such thing in site, she continued to spin around and around.
 

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the latrine.  Everyone jumped up in alarm.  Was this some kind of a joke?,they thought amongst each other.  As suddenly as the scream began, the latrine door burst open like a cannon going off.  Spc Lennings came out of the latrine covered in blood and with his trousers still around his ankles.  He looked at everyone with frightful eyes and fell over dead.
 

 Panic spread throughout the company.  Now everyone wanted their boring Friday back.  What was in that latrine?  Would it come out and attack the rest of the company as it did to Spc Lennings?  Could the company fight off the attacker?
 

First Sargent was in his office when all the commotion started.  He quickly sprang up, but not before he finished the last bite of his powdered sugar jelly filled doughnut.  He came just in time to see Spc Lennings die.  First Sargent knew he had to try to quell down the soldiers and ordered everyone to "Shut the f____ up, or there would be hell to pay, to the next person who spoke."  The S&A fell silent.  With this accomplished, First Sargent went into the latrine to investigate.  He was really hoping that Spc Lennings was trying to committ suicide and that there really was no present danger to be delt with.  Upon entering the latrine, First Sargent had to turn his head away from the awful smell, and it wasn't the normal awful smell occupying the latrine, but a pugent sinister aroma.  He almost gagged.  Some of the soldiers held the latrine door open so they could rescue First Sargent if need be, and they too were getting sick from the aroma emenating from the latrine.  First Sargent started to smile as he saw that there was no danger in the latrine, and looking at his soldiers well standing next to the urinal, he boldy stated, "What we have here is an unfortunate incident and there is no dangerous anything within this room, or any room in the building."  Just then as First Sargent was about to leave an ugly scaley green hand shot up from the urinal and grabbed the first sargent.  First Sargent fought with all his earnest and several soldiers tried to pry him from the slimy grips of their opponet, but to no avail.  First Sargent a 6'2",220lb man was forced with mighty strength down the urinal drain.  Bones cracked and then broke, blood spurted everywhere, and soon gurgling was only sounds heard.  The soldiers helping the first sargent stood clear of the urinal as a huge array of bones were cast upwards and fell with a little piece of what appeared to be a dougnut into a hideous pile.  

  All the soldiers ran out of the S&A, they were not going to be next.  Spc Donns stood outside in shock.  She couldn't believe what she just witnessed.  Two deaths in one day and they were killed by something that would be on "HBO's Tales From The Crypt."  For a vast second, Spc Donns looked around for anyone laughing, surely this had to be a sick twisted joke, and First Sargent would walk out impressed how he scared the hell out of everyone in the company. 5 minutes past, then 10, then the ambulance and National Guard Mps were there, then 15, then Channel 8 news was there, then 20, and Spc Donns finally came to terms that it was all real, and unashamed at who saw her, she sat on a curb underneath a tree and sobbed.

PT 2 Tomorrow.                                          

Lisa is the animal activist in my close group of friends.  She loves animals and anyone caught mistreating an animal, WATCH OUT!!!  She'll get ya.  My cuz sent me an e-mail that I'm going to post up.  Please help these animals all they ask for is love.  Lisa here's another blog for you and for all of us animal lovers at heart.

The Animal RescueSite is having trouble
getting enough people to click on it   

daily to meet their quota of getting free food donated every
day to abused and neglected animals.

It takes less than a minute to go to their site and click on
"feed an animal in need" for free. This doesn't cost you a
thing. Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number
of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected
animals in exchange for advertising. (Weight Watchers is one of the sponsors!)


Here's the web site! Click on this link, and when the site opens, click on the purple box that says Feed an Animal for free. That's it! Pass it along to people you know.   : ) 

http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/

Okay here we go.  My wild Saturday night.  Well, not too wild, I wasn't dancing on tables or anything like that, just maybe a little flirting (that was initiated by the guy) and barely being able to walk.  But, hey no hang-over.  It's not that I like being drunk or anything like that.  My family and alcohol don't mix well together and I thank God everyday that I remember everything I do in a drunken state mind.  I probably only get drunk once in a month if even that.  Not bad for a single 22yr old, huh?

Well, last night I went to a party with Elisa.  I had two jello shots (which were not that strong, of course I love vodka) and half of a coke with Cpt Morgan.  I wasn't drunk yet.  We watched the boxing match last night and my baby Del A Hoya won.  Whoo Hoo.  Oh, is he fine.  He's the new Middle Weight Champ.  Anyway, after the fight Elisa wanted to go to "Cowboys" (very fun country night club) to meet up with her friend Derrick.  It was fine by me, too many people I didn't know was at the party and I started to get a little freaked out.  I'm one of those people that don't like being around people I don't know, and I get very anti-social.  Then they tend to think I'm a prude person, but I'm not.  I don't engage in conversation with people I don't know.  If you want to get to know me, you gotta talk to me, because I'm sure as hell am not talking to you.  I know it sounds really mean, but I can't help it.  All the friends I have started talking to me first,   and some of them at first thought I was stuck-up, but then found out I'm shy around people I don't know.  Yes, I am not a mean person, just misunderstood!!!  Lisa blogged about initating conversations within our company.  It's a good read, just click on grisaleen in my subscriptions module.

Anyway, we went to "Cowboys" to meet up with Derrick and I started to get hit on.  By this time I'm almost at tipsy level.  Well, as the night goes on and I throw back a couple more, this guy from 4th engineer comes up to me, and wants me to go with him.  I'm drunk at this point, but my morals are still there, and I tell him nope.  He keeps going on how he's a nice guy and won't hurt me and I still say nope.  He asks why, and I tell him we just met, I don't know you, and I'm really drunk.  So, he gets a little smart and tells me that if I was sober that I'd probably go home with him, and I kindly say nope, because if I was sober I wouldn't be talking to you.  He got a little hot under the collar, but I don't care.  Nothing really good comes out of a bar romance.  And, I got more brains than to go home with someone I just met, especially that's as messed up as I am.

So, Elisa, Derrick, and I go back to the party and I'm so trashed that I need help everywhere.  I even low crawled to the bathroom at one point.  But, no puke, no hangover, it was a pretty decent night.  We left the party about 2am and I got to sleep it off in my own bed, and my roomate was kind enough to check on me this morning.  All in all a good night.  Oh, did I mention that last night was the two year anniversity mark had I still been with "What's his name." 

Think that might of had something to do with it?      

Thanks to DCWithrow, for the personality site.  It's really cool to see what kind of personality you really have.

similarminds.com

Today was very tiring.  As you all know this week is Kit Carson week, but my unit isn't participating in any of the activities on post.  We got screwed out of it which is nothing new.  So, we're having our own sports week.  Yay!!!  We kicked the week off just right yesterday by doing the installation run.  It was suppose to be 3.5m, but I think it was shorter.  It was also suppose to be a 12min/m pace, thank God it wasn't.  Of course we had the whole accordian effect going and it was so funny to me that I just kept laughing.  Well I ended up laughing so hard I lost my breath!!!  When we slowed down again I  regained my composure.  It was a fun short run.  Afterwards we played flicker ball (more running) and when the day was over I was really tired, but a good tired.  Today we did soccer.  Oh, man that was ever exhausting and then this afternoon softball.  I didn't play softball because I really suck bad at it, but I did do the warm-up with my plt.  So, it was another running day.  I really shouldn't say running because in soccer and softball you're sprinting.  Anyway, once again I'm exhausted. 

Last night I bought a bike and rode it to and from work today, not to mention to and from my lunch break.  With that coupled with sprinting today, it was tiring.  I haven't been on a bike in years and now I'm feeling it, even though I stay a short distance away from the S&A.  I'm just hoping I didn't reinjure myself today.  When going for the soccer ball myself and the opposing player kicked the ball at the same time and shock waves raced up and down my tendon.  It got really tight after the softball warm-up.  Geez, to come this far and be sent back would be torture on me.  I soaked in the bath as soon as I came home to loosen myself up and tonight I'm going to baby my tendon with a heat pack.  By tomorrow I should be fine.  I have a ruck march, but since so many people participating got hurt in todays soccer game, we won't be going like a bat out of heck.

Elisa called me to tell me about the ruck march(like as if I played hookey from work today), and that she's really tired and won't be going fast.  She hasn't done pt in two days!!!  Enough about her, she'll find out the hard way come APFT time.

Well that's all I got.  Need to get that heat pack ready.  God bless and take care.

Take a gander at this.

similarminds.com

Today is Memorial Day.  A day set aside for all of us to honor our fallen heroes who made the ultimate sacrifice to make America what it is today.  We commemorate their memories with memorials, flags in their grave markers, food, and prayers of thanks.  So, I've decided to repost the poem about our vets in commemoration of Memorial Day and everyday.

 I got this from my friend Heather in an e-mail, and thought I should share it.

ONE OF THE BEST THINGS YOU'LL EVER READ . . . . .]
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> I hope every single person in this wonderful country of our's recieve this
> and will read it to the end.
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> It is the VETERAN, not the preacher,
> who has given us freedom of religion.
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> It is the VETERAN, not the reporter,
> who has given us freedom of the press.
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> It is the VETERAN, not the poet,
> who has given us freedom of speech.
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> It is the VETERAN, not the campus organizer,
> who has given us freedom to assemble.
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> It is the VETERAN, not the lawyer,
> who has given us the right to a fair trial.
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> It is the VETERAN, not the politician,
> Who has given us the right to vote.
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> It is the VETERAN,
> who salutes the Flag,
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> It is the veteran,
> who serves under the Flag,
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> ETERNAL REST GRANT THEM O LORD,
> AND LET PERPETUAL LIGHT  SHINE UPON THEM.
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> I don't know if you saw this in the news but it really impressed me.  Funny,
> our US Senate/House took 2 days off as they couldn't work because of the
> expected storm.
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> On the ABC evening news, it was reported tonight that, because of the
> dangers from Hurricane Isabelle approaching Washington DC, the military members
> assigned the duty of guarding the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier were given
> permission to suspend the assignment.
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> They respectfully declined the offer, "No way, Sir!"
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> Soaked to the skin, marching in the pelting rain of a tropical storm, they
> said that guarding the Tomb was not just an assignment, it was the highest
> honor that can be afforded to a serviceperson.
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> The tomb has been patrolled continuously, 24/7, since 1930.
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> I don't usually suggest that many emails be forwarded, but I'd be proud if
> this one reached as many as possible.
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> We can be very proud of our young men and women in the service no matter
> where they serve.
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> God Bless them. 
  

God bless and take care and Happy Memorial Day. 

Today 115yrs ago, Johnstown, Pa was almost wiped off the map by a horrific force in nature known as a flood.  The Johnstown Flood of 1889 dumped more than 20 million tons of water upon the town leaving nothing but death and mass destruction behind.  2,200 people lost their lives today in this tragedy.  To learn more about the flood go to www.jaha.org , there are also videos documenting this flood.  Two of which I own. "The Johnstown Flood" narrated by Richard Dryfus, and the acclaimed "The 1889 Johnstown Flood" narrated by Charles Guggenheim which won numerous Academy Awards. 

My friend Lisa, has a pet peeve with signs.  She blogs about them when she sees them, and the Middle East was full of them.  So, Lisa this blog's for you.

God bless and have a great day.