1.08.2008

The Rock

Hello readers. As the song loads, I'd like to give you a moment to adjust your ass, as it's about to be rocked off, with a sonic volume of awesome.

Unless your internet is as slow as mine (or you have your sound off), it's probably too late. Enjoy.

The reason I bring this up, is that I feel that you all deserve the same caring treatment that anyone riding in a Stryker with me receives. iPods, etc are a must in any Stryker. And more importantly, media players loaded with fuckin' METAL.

Metal that reaches through the speakers and whips your pansy ass into a puddle of goo, attacks you with sheer masculine animosity, and melts the face off of your bitch-ass friends, especially the hip-hop enthusiast types.

We got one of our old medics back, and he's on the truck for the first time. I'm driving, and I feel it's my job to brief him.

"Heya, sergeant. I just wanted to let you know, your face is about to be rocked off, and your ears are going to receive a merciless ass-kicking courtesy of old school Metallica."

He laughs. Good man.

On that note, I would like to include a short letter that I would like to extend to Metallica:

Dearest Metallicats,

In eager anticipation for your new album, I would like to point out a few things I expect from you, with the hopes that it gets you further pumped to thoroughly rock out.

Y'see, being pretty much the Godfathers of modern metal, it is your sworn duty to fix the state of affairs that our music industry is in, and breathe some life into GOOD metal, because Slipknot can't do it ALL on their own, and besides, you need to remind all them bands that you are the dominant one. It's like living in a primitive culture of gorillas, and that's why you must use your guitars and whatnot to beat those sad bitches into a pile of shit. And rock the entire time you do it.

I expect you to bitch slap me with sonic fury, and never once apologize when you neatly package my candy ass and hand it to me. I expect my balls to be stomped, figuratively, and for my mother to cry because you're kicking too much ass.

You will know when you have succeeded when the faces have been wiped off of Mount Rushmore and replaced with visages of you guys growling at people. Even better if there's a sculpture of a giant fist crushing some dweeb for sucking too badly.

Let's put it this way, if your new album has to be packaged with a pack of Depends because it's so unbelievably shit-your-pants-awesome, I will be most pleased. I require major hearing loss, a numb feeling in parts of my body, and whiplash from banging my fucking head until my eyeballs bleed.

I want an album that makes poodles explode when you play it. An album that makes bands like Nickelback give up and go back to pumping gas. An album that gives Courtney Love a sex change. A colossal wall of sound that is equivalent to the carnage one might witness when an army of cougars, wolverines, grizzly bears, pissed off pandas on PCP, cracked out steroid squirrels and ten foot tall gorillas is let loose versus a room full of Backstreet groupies.

This album should be so devastatingly awesome that when we blare it in the Stryker and drop ramp to step out into sector, children run in complete terror, the elderly crawl away in abject fear, and Ali Baba realizes that his music is complete shit, and comes over to the dark side where us kickass American types rock out. This of course will upset the "war profiteers" or whatever, but fuck them if they can't rock.

Please put me in a coma with your thrashing badassery.

Thank you. Your Pal,

The Usual Suspect




I think it's a pretty damn good letter personally. But good metal is very important for an infantryman. You have to get up early, something I respond to by blaring ear-bleed music much to the dismay of some. You have to drive off road, something that just isn't the same without thrashing chaos stabbing it's way out of the speakers. If you have to run around with a gun in your hands, you better have METAL reverberating in your skull, not some bullshit rap song about gold chains and women of questionable morals.

Metal is about being pissed off and aggressive, something we are very familiar with. Rap doesn't make you want to kick in doors and smash things in abandoned houses (something that is unnecessary to the uninitiated and those of rank above E4, who just don't understand that things NEED to be broken. In fact, back in Baghdad, that was how my squad leader kept track of me.

"Suspect! Where are you?"

*SHATTER*

"Oh, OK!")

Kids, I just can't stress enough how important metal is to your development as a human being. If you don't get a ten billion megawatt charge and an ear to ear grin/scowl from ass-bashing music at high volume, you might not have a soul. Or you may have an excessively high estrogen count, in which case I refer you to www.moby.com.

You want us to win the War On TERRRRRORRRRR? Then crank up some crazy insane metal and let us out of our cages. Or else learn to be more diplomatic, whichever. Regardless, metal is the path to all things awesome.



If this post left you feeling all sorts of motivated to rock out, please scroll down to the bottom of the playlist and listen to some Slipknot, to make sure that your punk ass can handle true mayhem.

Thank you.

12 Comments:

  1. LT Nixon said...
    UsualSuspect,

    Try blasting some Iron Maiden "2 Minutes to Midnight" off of the legendary Powerslave album. If I was an infantry dude, that's what I'd be cranking. Glad to know folks a little younger than me still appreciate good music. Most of the people I talk to in their early 20s like this emo crap.
    unhappycamper said...
    We had some pretty good music back in the 60s and 70s. Jimi Hendrix, the Doors, Janis Joplin to name a few.

    Nothing a a rocking tune while flying a chopper about 50 feet above the ground.
    Anonymous said...
    ...and all gods people said YEAH! At least my "your gen." kids do. That's the best descript. I've heard yet. Now I know what they're talking about when they tell me about the what/why of the music in the war zone.

    There's already alot of noise there probably, if there's guns, etc....hearing issues, you know...(a mom thing).

    4/2 mom
    Anonymous said...
    In the line of 60's 70's rock that was so valuably mentioned before, most obvious being the Doors: The End is the perfect war theme being as it was so badass that it opened the movie Apocolypse Now with the awesome blowing up of stuff. Just a thought of additions to your in-the-mood-to-fuck-things-up repertoire.

    You will also be pleased to know that apparently my niece is being raised on Metallica.

    Lastly, you failed to end this entry the way you said you would. I am very disappointed in you, boy.
    Anonymous said...
    Hey-whatever gives ya fuel, gives ya fire, gives ya that which you desire to drive on.
    CB
    Jenni said...
    had you not pried my hands from my ears and MADE me listen to "enter sandman" when i was 14, i never would've known that metallica is pretty awesome.

    so thanks...you rock!

    =)
    WmEarl said...
    How about that, I really do have stereo speakers hooked up to my computer, and although I seem to be too busy to scroll down to the highly recommended, I will have to in the near future -- just to hear it on those speakers.
    my own hero said...
    I think the Infantry and Metal were meant to be together. Why else would the double bass sound like a 50cal when cranked to maximum noise level.
    Red said...
    I suppose this is not the place to talk about how much I like country/western music?
    Strykeraunt said...
    I read that it snowed in Baghdad. I hope it snowed where you are too. My nephew had snow in Mosul during his 2003-04 trip but they say it is more rare down south.

    PS Don't know if you know already but Mike Gilbert from the TNT linked to your recent blog entry.
    Anonymous said...
    I just stumbled across this NY Times article and I thought you might be interested. The link is

    http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?sec=health&res=9904E6D6163EF932A25750C0A9659C8B63

    This Dr. Jonathan Shay seems like the real deal and his books sound like fascinating reading, as well as useful for combat veterans and anyone in their lives.
    Calista said...
    Despite my high estrogen count, I could not agree more. Bring it on!

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