Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:53 am by sandman
i first started in Iraq in the Marine Corps in 2006. i was on a team of 8 guys in the middle of nowhere, we were positioned far away from any civilization and other marines so we had limited supplies. we had a CWO2 (our commanding officer) sitting behind a comfortable desk and air conditioning 4 miles from our position so as far as he was concerned, we were just as happy.
most units, when they need something, usualy within a month, they get it. I.E. beds, food, air conditioning, ammo, whatever. we did not have that luxery, our officer was a fucking retard that hated us so we were on our own.
we had no beds, no a/c, no roof over our heads, 1 humvee that fits 4 marines, but 8 marines needed to drive the 4 miles to chow hall 2 or 3 times a day. so we took turns eating either every other day, or every other meal.
thats when it happend,
we started stealling!
it was fucking survival at that point, 135 degrees, black flag on all the bases meaning no training or pt, dont be caught without water, that kinda shit, and all our water was sitting out in the fucking sun because the few cammo nettings we had we had been using for our shade while we slept in the fucking sand.
so we stold a humvee from a nearby unit lol. that solved our chow hall rotation problem, we stole that and then painted our unit symbol on the door should they come asking about it.
then we stole 6 BOOs, those are 6ft tall air conditioning units that can cool up to 1000sq ft of a room per unit (big score)
then we bought drugs and booze off the iraqis and traded them to the Navy Seabees (construction workers and engineers for the navy) and they in turn built us a massive wooden hut that slept 8 marines comfortably. they also built us a secondary hut that we used as our gaming and party room, cause we had money to buy xboxs and tvs and dvd players but had never had a place to use them or hook them up.
then came the beds..
i was driving to the chow hall and saw a marine was cleaning his hut out cause he was in trouble for some reason and had all his shit out infront of his hut, so i jacked his bed! fuckem, he could get a new one in 24 hours, i couldnt. so finaly after 3 months, i had a bed and a roof over my head with a/c.
then we found a secret tent on camp fallujah that was no shit guarded, we found out what was inside of it, about 100 unbuilt beds, tvs, a/c units, mini fridges ect, so we had one of our marines create a diversion to get the sentry off guarde, crawled under the tent, and snuck 7 more beds and mini fridges out the back door.
then we found a unit that had left town (camp fallujah) and left all their ammenaties behind for the recovering unit, things like large water bowls (large water tanks that hold up to 3 months worth of water for a small team) phones, office chairs, dry erase boards, desks, and the bell of the ball..... a fucking large deep freezer and a 6 foot fridge!
after about 4 months of stealling and collecting, we were the most established unit near the base of fallujah with hook ups to the local ice house (where the iraqis made you ice for a good trade of dope or mulla) we had 3 humvees at that point, and shit, we even stole cinderblocks and built our own cement grill, our sargeant was fucking a girl from supply so she was able to hook us up with hamburgers and steak from the chow hall.
we had it made so well we had female marines in and out of our stag house like it was a fucking bad 1980s fraternatiy movie going on!
we just tell em, hey, we got our own little position about 4 miles from here, a/c, dope, booze, coke from amsterdam (when a marine gets injured, he goes to germany to heal, then they take all the broke dicks to amsterdame to get laid and make em happy and then return them to iraq without going through customs) it was a god damn fuckfest and steak buffet every night for the last 2 months we were in country.
so where does lock picking come in?
the second tour i realized that while stealing from people is questionable, i am always willing to steal what is considered a necessity for survival from others who have more than they need. so i specificaly bought a lock pick set and a grip of master locks online during my second tour to learn how to pick locks so id never go hungry or go wanting for something again. but the second tour, we had everything cause the marines before us had stolen everything we could possibly need.
i did pick a US issue american pad lock that was secured to a metal cable that was wraped around the steering wheel of a humvee that we stold. we needed it more than them, fuck em!
i will say this, excluding military installations and bases, i have never stolen another thing while being back here in america, i refuse to do it.
but.... some day, many years down the road, i may need to SURVIVE again, and my tools and unique skills will come into play, and be rest assured... the sandman will live fat and happy again while the others suffer for my glutany! hahahahahahahah bahahahahahha wooohahahahahaha whoooahahahahahahahah hahahah!