Mexicans and Camels don't Mix!

5 Oct '06 - Wednesday...Maybe you didn't hear about it, you've been away a long time, I didn't go up, didn't tell ya.

GoodFellaz...

As you already know... I am back in Califa for goodie mob... for a good while... It'z been a lil more than a couple of months since I got back via Baltimore... Chill'n a -OH induced night with two finest gentlemen to don stripes... Shazan-O and the Wonder Llama... It was a well put together inprocessing into the calm streets of the U.S... With briefings at the Goddess, Nightshift, and some place that swerved killa Crab Cakes... east co got it locked down... whoo-at! All I gotta say about that... Maybe next time O...

Harlem Calling Me...

Shazaan-O, Llama, and I broke paths at Dallas Ft Worth Aeroporte... Before I go any further... I would like to take back all the bad things I have said about Texans...! All troops coming back from the Desert should have to travel through there... They know how to make ya feel honored to be part of this little thing of ours... From the free drinks (the over 21 kind), respectful casual conversation, shout out by the plane's captain and the passengers, and that one 172nd Army specialist that offered me half of his pizza... It was good to be home... So with a swig of Tea, one by one Shazan-O and Llama said goodbye at the terminal train in Te-haz... damn

Tres Capos

Just like any other Saturday night... Tylos... Linguini... and Darkness went to have a night on the town in the FOB... Couple of burritos... a Chai Mocha at Green Bean... and a whole lot of memories... What should we do... Watch Chappelle... mooooooooooonkey... Play golf... Eagles Nest anybody...? I heard they make milkshakes... You know... I am going to get a little deep here... lose a couple of leadership points... But I realized that sometimes I kept things from the Llama and Shazaan-O... That whole keeping the role as Capo thing... Those ventilations fell squarely on the Dos Capos... Pipeline busted... your Daughter walking yet...? I keep telling them how to get this oil moving and they won't listen... Are you getting terricotta tile...? (terricotta, terricotta, terricota pie) Countless morning missions out the wire... I would swing by Tylos and Linguini just to make sure we were working out that evening... wondering if I would... I still miss Saturday night...

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If they have time to paint this on their Jersey Barriers... They obviously have too much time on their hands in Kuwait... A good photo-op though... now let's get to the plane...

If this is low Moral... Chain me to the wall...
On to Los Angeles... had a good conversations with Phill from... philidelphia... He was going to visit his son at UCSB... A software exec of some sorts... He was solidly against the war... And that is ok... He just wanted the troops to be safe... Of course he was filled with media grilled stuft myths about the war... Troops with no body armor... Soft Skinned Humvees... Low Moral... I told him the best thing he could do for the troops was drop his stock in KBR... Cuz their food sux... The rest of that stuff is wroooooooooooooooooooooooooong... The boys are doing good... Hey Newtonian KC'cisicz... Guess what book he just finished reading... The Tipping Point! Which he gave to me when shook hands and we departed... (still haven't read it)

Los Angeles...

A beautiful city as we descended on to the asphalt laden streets... I noticed snow on the mountains... beautiful... reminded me of Kurdistan... skimmed over the 405 and next to the Herbalife building... (the guy that made Herbalife died falling off a ladder... just when you think you have it figured out...) touchdown... home... of the beautiful... well as beautiful as gucci, prada, LV and those uglie-azz bug eyed glasses can make the twiggy women of SoCo look... I am not hating... Pero Serio... I can spot a Angeleno from 2 klicks away... Look faker than an Iraqi happy to see an American in his backyard... The Mexicans make it real easy... With the locz, tatz, Dodger jersey's and shaved heads... HEY!!!!!!!!! Ahh Chicanos... Missed you guys... Get away from my ride ese!

Maybe Mexicans and Camels do mix...

Ahmed... This is a picture right before our last mission out together... for 7 months Slick was my translator... my eyes and ears into what Iraqi people were all about... Born a Tikriti... He has helped so many and has been through too much... Yet he would smile and make some strong tea at any given moment of the day... Unless he ran out of smokes or baby wipes... I always felt safe with Ahmed next to me... No matter where in that country we were at... Once I watched from my M-1114 as lone Ahmed went straight up to a suspected VBIED and brought out the occupants... all the while 4 -.50 cals and 8 M-16s trained on the vehicle he was next to... He went out there to protect us... but more importantly saved the lives of 4 unassuming Iraqis in a vehicle that should of been lit-up... There is so much I can say about Ahmed and the many conversations we had... get me drunk and I might tell you... The day I see Ahmed again is the day I will be truly happy again... You can say soldiers are brave for what they do... But nothing is more Brave than an Iraqi civilian who stands next to an American... My friend Ahmed... Selam... A true American

Well this is it ladies and gentlemen... Da Schfitz web page is done... yea I know I should of finished this thing a while back... But maybe I wasn't ready yet... Today... One year later from the first time I stepped in Iraq... waiting for the 230 days to be over with, so I can think about it everyday since...

....I don't shine shoes no more...

http://da206schfitz.blogspot.com/

....click above for everyday since...

Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don't turn it off! It wasn't my war! You asked me, I didn't ask you! And I did what I had to do to win! - John R.

Before you go further… pull up the track…
Feel’hin the instro’mento’…
In da Club… Lil’Jon East Side Boyz…
No time for ha’v dollaz…

Kelz’… hey’ou boom boom boom…
Piper’yall
Lil’Jon… WhooWAT…
What we doin tonight…
Luda… Who’da!
Spark’n baby…
Mariuz… furzt time gett’n fif’n diz Club

Bout to roll up to diz club…
Bout to step off in diz club…
Bout to get bent in diz club…
Bout to get whil’n diz club…
Bout to roll up to diz club…
Bout to step off in diz club…
Bout to get bent in diz club…
Bout to get whil’n diz club…

Now Im about to show how wild it get…
Wit a girl at a party when she backing it…
Now this girl dance freaky plus she passionate…
If I ask for some chips then she stackin it…
She don’t need no introduction… she’z a dime in da door…
Ya’ll don’t need a janitor the way she moppin da flo…
Tatoo on her back saying ready to go man…
This girl must be a pimp I am ready to ho…
I wanna take ya out da ghetto girl around the globe…
Freaky in the kitchen some wer’round the stove…
In the truck we chillin in some hotel robes…
I put hot towels on your body and massage ya toez…
a’N’t nuttin like some sex on Friday night…
But den again nuttin like sum sex any night…
Afta dat gatta go got appointments girl…
Ima doctor I got other clients girl…
Now listen up close I won’t say it again…
Skip’a dog yall cat iz ya favorite friend…
Mariuz and Luda on the first cut slice
From the CYP we about to get it crunk tonight…
Where we going…

Bout to roll up to diz club…
Bout to step off in diz club…
Bout to get bent in diz club…
Bout to get whil’n diz club…
Bout to roll up to diz club…
Bout to step off in diz club…
Bout to get bent in diz club…
Bout to get whil’n diz club…

Hey Wuda’

Awwwwwwwo Dam’n
Ther’ go expensive Chris…
At da’bar buy’n da’most expensive shit…
And his car always got’da most expensive kit…
So his gun always got da’most expended clip…
Hey’p!
Luda Luda I’m built ta’last…
Nik’name double barrel I’m built ta’blast…

Said ja gurl ain’t a freak well’ya gotta convince me…
Cuz I’m all up n’da‘vip gett’ng straight Lewinsky…
N’ smok’n sum ov’dat Kill Bill… 10Mill muth’fuk I’m stee’l trill…
Can’t part wit’da women dat’like ta’dip…
Refuse ta’cut my hair like Michael Vick…
Dirtie Bird… Even judgez say’za bird’z z’dirty…
We da reas’n dat’da club z’tart clos’n ear’lee
Walk’up n’watch da’crowd z’tart mov’n quik
And I ain’t got ta’pay da’DeeJay to play my she’it…
Com’on

Bout to roll up to diz club…
Bout to step off in diz club…
Bout to get bent in diz club…
Bout to get whil’n diz club…
Bout to roll up to diz club…
Bout to step off in diz club…
Bout to get bent in diz club…
Bout to get whil’n diz club…

Don’Mariuz pleading the fif…

Ohhhhhhhhhh’cay… WHooo’AT!
No changez ta’da AO I‘m still’n ‘raq…
Still walk’n’round da dezzzert carri’n da’biggest sac…
Ov maps, stacks, pipes’n’provolac’z…
Pip’popp’n go’da .cal’z at da’dusty gatez…
U.S. troopz convoy’n everie’1 luv’z ta’hate…
Cry’n Dy’n try’n ta’get ta’da states…
Maybe hook’up wit’their favorite mate…
Ouer not… get shot, caught, stopped by evil men…
Who will do everyt’ing ta’prevent our who’in…
Sinz n’pulled pin’z straight ta’our chinz…
Stretch’n out n’laying out do’n our bezt…
So many medalz thrown out’it protects our chezts…
Like’da IBA vestz n’Kevlar weave…
Makes ya’wanna say HEYYY GUY like my hom’boy Steve…
Fifteen even Stev’n… WHO!
April iz’da start ov’da game…
Dur dur dur don’t be lame…
Dat’z when we dropp’n ticketz ta’bouerd our plane…
Gettin’ back ta’soCa n’go in’zane…
Grab, hug n’kiss da’clozest dame…

Woa

Before you go further… pull up the track…
Feel’hin the instro’mento’…
In da Club… Lil’Jon East Side Boyz…
No time for ha’v dollaz…

Kelz’… hey’ou boom boom boom…
Piper’yall
Lil’Jon… WhooWAT…
What we doin tonight…
Luda… Who’da!
Spark’n baby…
Mariuz… furzt time gett’n fif’n diz Club

Bout to roll up to diz club…
Bout to step off in diz club…
Bout to get bent in diz club…
Bout to get whil’n diz club…
Bout to roll up to diz club…
Bout to step off in diz club…
Bout to get bent in diz club…
Bout to get whil’n diz club…

Now Im about to show how wild it get…
Wit a girl at a party when she backing it…
Now this girl dance freaky plus she passionate…
If I ask for some chips then she stackin it…
She don’t need no introduction… she’z a dime in da door…
Ya’ll don’t need a janitor the way she moppin da flo…
Tatoo on her back saying ready to go man…
This girl must be a pimp I am ready to ho…
I wanna take ya out da ghetto girl around the globe…
Freaky in the kitchen some wer’round the stove…
In the truck we chillin in some hotel robes…
I put hot towels on your body and massage ya toez…
a’N’t nuttin like some sex on Friday night…
But den again nuttin like sum sex any night…
Afta dat gatta go got appointments girl…
Ima doctor I got other clients girl…
Now listen up close I won’t say it again…
Skip’a dog yall cat iz ya favorite friend…
Mariuz and Luda on the first cut slice
From the CYP we about to get it crunk tonight…
Where we going…

Bout to roll up to diz club…
Bout to step off in diz club…
Bout to get bent in diz club…
Bout to get whil’n diz club…
Bout to roll up to diz club…
Bout to step off in diz club…
Bout to get bent in diz club…
Bout to get whil’n diz club…

Hey Wuda’

Awwwwwwwo Dam’n
Ther’ go expensive Chris…
At da’bar buy’n da’most expensive shit…
And his car always got’da most expensive kit…
So his gun always got da’most expended clip…
Hey’p!
Luda Luda I’m built ta’last…
Nik’name double barrel I’m built ta’blast…

Said ja gurl ain’t a freak well’ya gotta convince me…
Cuz I’m all up n’da‘vip gett’ng straight Lewinsky…
N’ smok’n sum ov’dat Kill Bill… 10Mill muth’fuk I’m stee’l trill…
Can’t part wit’da women dat’like ta’dip…
Refuse ta’cut my hair like Michael Vick…
Dirtie Bird… Even judgez say’za bird’z z’dirty…
We da reas’n dat’da club z’tart clos’n ear’lee
Walk’up n’watch da’crowd z’tart mov’n quik
And I ain’t got ta’pay da’DeeJay to play my she’it…
Com’on

Bout to roll up to diz club…
Bout to step off in diz club…
Bout to get bent in diz club…
Bout to get whil’n diz club…
Bout to roll up to diz club…
Bout to step off in diz club…
Bout to get bent in diz club…
Bout to get whil’n diz club…

Don’Mariuz pleading the fif…

Ohhhhhhhhhh’cay… WHooo’AT!
No changez ta’da AO I‘m still’n ‘raq…
Still walk’n’round da dezzzert carri’n da’biggest sac…
Ov maps, stacks, pipes’n’provolac’z…
Pip’popp’n go’da .cal’z at da’dusty gatez…
U.S. troopz convoy’n everie’1 luv’z ta’hate…
Cry’n Dy’n try’n ta’get ta’da states…
Maybe hook’up wit’their favorite mate…
Ouer not… get shot, caught, stopped by evil men…
Who will do everyt’ing ta’prevent our who’in…
Sinz n’pulled pin’z straight ta’our chinz…
Stretch’n out n’laying out do’n our bezt…
So many medalz thrown out’it protects our chezts…
Like’da IBA vestz n’Kevlar weave…
Makes ya’wanna say HEYYY GUY like my hom’boy Steve…
Fifteen even Stev’n… WHO!
April iz’da start ov’da game…
Dur dur dur don’t be lame…
Dat’z when we dropp’n ticketz ta’bouerd our plane…
Gettin’ back ta’soCa n’go in’zane…
Grab, hug n’kiss da’clozest dame…

Woa

REMEMBER THE NAME

This is 10% luck

20% skill

15% concentrated power of will

5% pleasure

50% pain

and 100% reason to remember the name

He doesn't need his name up in lights...

He just wants to be heard...

Whether it's the beat or the mic...

He feels so unlike everybody else...

Alone

in spite of the fact that...

Some people still think they know him...

But no

he knows the code...

It's not about salary...

It's all about reality...

And making some noise...

Making a story

making sure his clique stays up...

That means when he put's it down Llama picking it up

Let's go...

FORT MINON

the Rizing tied...

NICK CANNON IZ HILARIOUS!!!

What is the point of Freedom if you are dead...

ITZ DA RAK BABY!

This one goes out to the Rakkasan Mom that has posted comments on our blogozphere... Thank you very much... I don't know if people remember... But the Rakkasans are the 3BCT (Brigade Combat Team) of the 101st Airborne Division... Under the command of the Steely COL Steele... Hero of the Battle of the Black Sea (aka Blackhawk Down... aka Mogadishu... aka one bad mutha futha... it'z the wallet that says BADMUTHAFUKA MUTHAFUKA!) Of course you place your toughest Brigades with the toughest assignments... They get Salahadin Province... Places like Samarra and Bayji... Betta bring ya six guns kid cuz it is going to be a rough ride... They have already taken losses that makes their resolve toughen like quik-rete... They will not be stopped... They are the best of the best... and the toughest of the tough... and the smartest of the smart... only problem... they don't smile... oh well... I will work on that one... I have already begun a full frontal assault on their smiling cortex of their brains... You see... When you have the fortunate opportunity to pass a Rakkasan as an Officer you receive two wonderful respects... One: a salute sharp enough to cut air molecules... and Two: a proud statement... RAKKASANS! I will admit I was caught off gaurd the first time they did this... I was like woah... not only do they not smile they yell real loud... But always one to make a point... wait no I am not... but I am now... I squeal back... AIR POWER! or LEAD THE WAY! That has received more than its fair share of smirks and smiles... always followed by a joke about the Air Force or the ridiculous 8-point hats... haha... anyways... NOW THE HISTORY OF THE RAKKASANS BABA-BABY!

and another picture of that good looking individual... I am ready for my closeup...

The 187th Infantry Regiment was constituted on 12 November 1942 at Camp Mackall, North Carolina. On 25 February 1943 it was activated and designated as a glider infantry regiment assigned to the 11th Airborne Division. The first mission of the Regiment was to help convince the War Department that an airborne division could fly over water on instruments at night to a target, drop with minimal casualties, and then wage sustained combat operations while being resupplied entirely by air. On 6 December 1943, the Division’s landings were perfectly executed and by dawn the next morning, the objective was taken. The success of the Knollwood Maneuvers proved the effectiveness of the airborne division concept and compelled the War Department to create other airborne divisions.
In May 1944, the Regiment deployed to the southwest Pacific and on the night of 6 December 1944 was attacked by the Japanese 3d Parachute Regiment. The Rakkasans repelled the enemy force and three months later seized Lipa Airfield on Luzon. The 187th fought continuously until January 1945 on Leyte and suffered heavy casualties taking Purple Heart Hill. At Nasugbu Bay, the Regiment performed a para-amphibious assault and fought their way into the jungle to Tagaytay Ridge. They also captured Fort McKinley in the 11th Airborne Division’s attack on Manila and conquered the heavily defended Mount Macolod. At 0100 hours on 30 August 1945, the first planes carrying 187th soldiers left for Atsugi Airfield. This was a momentous occasion; the Rakkasans were the first American and foreign troops to enter Japan in 2,000 years. While serving as part of the American Occupation Force, the Japanese gave the paratroopers of the 187th Infantry Regiment the nickname "Rakkasan", which loosely translated means "falling umbrella."
On 27 August 1950, the 187th Airborne Infantry Regiment was reorganized and redesignated as the 187th Airborne Regimental Combat Team. The unit was quickly sent to Korea and within the first month defeated a enemy force of 3,000 soldiers. The Rakkasans then performed a textbook parachute assault and heavy drop at Sukchon-Sunchon. They also defeated the Chinese at the Battle of Wonju, performed another record-breaking airborne operation into Munsan-ni Valley, fought battles at bloody Inje and Wonton-ni, and quelled prison-camp riots at Koje-do. The Rakkasans successes in Korea changed the face of airborne warfare and revitalized interest in the use of paratroopers. It also convinced the Pentagon to reactivate XVIII Airborne Corps at Fort Bragg, North Carolina.
On 13 December 1967, the 3d Battalion, 187th Infantry Regiment reported for duty in the Republic of Vietnam. The Rakkasans were called upon to perform many hazardous operations including defense of Bien Hoa Military Base and the US Embassy in Saigon. They were awarded a Valorous Unit Citation for their actions at Dong Ngai and a Presidential Unit Citation for the Battle of Dong Ap Bia Mountain. In battles from the A Shau Valley to the Iron Triangle, the Rakkasans added nine decorations and twelve battle streamers to the Regiment’s proud lineage.
In September 1990, the Rakkasans once again answered the call and began deploying to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, during Operation DESERT SHIELD. On 20 and 21 February 1991, two companies from 1st Battalion air assaulted into Objective Weber and captured 434 Iraqi soldiers. On 25 February 1991, the 48th Anniversary of the Regiment, the Rakkasans conducted the largest and deepest air assault operation in history, as it struck 155 miles behind enemy lines into the Euphrates River Valley. This action led to the timely defeat of Iraqi Forces and helped ensure a total allied victory.
The 187th Infantry Regiment is the only airborne regiment in the history of the US Army to fight in every war since the inception of airborne tactics. From glider to parachute to helicopter, the Rakkasans have entered combat in each mode of airborne warfare and has pioneered its implementation. Throughout their history, the Rakkasans have upheld the motto "Ne Desit Virtus – Let Valor Not Fail" and continue to do so today in Iraq.

Ne Desit Virtus indeed my friends... So drop a forte-o to their struggle, strife, and sacrifices... They continue to make their mark on History... But I was thinking... they need something in their life to make it a lil better... maybe some cute animals... what kind...? A Puppy... A Puddy-Tat... hmm... a fuzzy wuzzy Bunny...

and a rat...

A RAT!!!!

WHAT THE FUSHNIK'N... I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT RAKKASAN'S DO TO RATZ!

GET 'EM LLAMA!

I HAVE YOU NOW...

That reminds me of something... Forgiveness... Today is Sunday and that means you must listen to the fruit of my one-hour re-Catholicization... Today's lesson focused on forgiveness... which is a good trait to have these days... I guess the jist of the whole thing is... If the big G-Money upstairs is willing to forgive you for all the terrible things you have done on this earth... you should take advantage of it... and not waste it... and use it... In one of the stories scribed... there was a city... For this example... let's call it Las Vegas... And over the loud voice of the casinos the Voiceth of God says your city shall be destroyed because you guys are bad... then a miraclous thing happens... everyone puts down their hookerz and becomes good... and so do the hookerz... God does not destroy Las Vegas and we all can enjoy the Buffets as the good people of the earth... So yea... your assignment... Pick one person who has wronged you...

and Forgive them...

no more resentment...

no more angst...

no more ill will...

tough isn't it...

Be Rakkasan tough about it and do it...

you will be a better person for it in the morning...

trust me... I know... that is why my name is Mark