Just another droplet in the e-seas, that somehow evolved into something else because of you. Different time, different mentality, different man. I just felt like I was diluting some of the old posts, those straight from the Suck that channel straight sleep-deprived grit, with my veteran/writer/rambler posts of the present. Kaboom has gone through its fair share of deaths and revivals, but this will be the last one. And it's there, frozen for history to judge, for us, and maybe you, to remember. Kaboom was what happened to us, in that time, in that place. We all like our egos stroked, and my ego now comes with binding in corporeal form. I hope people like and enjoy the book, and it means a lot when I'm told that, I won't pretend to be above that. But like I posted recently, when writing about Corporal Hernandez. you all reminded me that my present wasn't my past, nor was it my future. From the onset of the blog, all the comments and emails forced me to understand that our plight was, in fact, understood, brooded over, and a concern for many, many others. overwhelming, and I mean that in a good way. The feedback I received from many of you proved. Maybe some of you are still reading, maybe some of you aren't. Vague, definitely, banal, maybe, but still absolutely true. The other set of people I wish to thank are the readers. But I've already told them in the realness of reality all that. Not all of it, of course, but enough of it. I was telling stories of brave men in chaotic situations, doing their best to figure out why and figure out out. I'm often asked how I made the blog posts so visceral. Being a platoon leader for the Gravediggers in combat was the greatest honor of my young(ish) life, and frankly, I somehow doubt anything will ever top it. They changed my life in a way I'll never really be able to describe or comprehend. It has been a hell of a ride, and one absolutely made by two sets of people. I named it Kaboom because I was irreverent, and absolutely convinced an IED awaited in my future. I had some cursory knowledge of what blogs were, and figured it'd be a simple way to keep in touch in family and friends, so I kept doing it. I sat in a living room in Oahu, overlooking the Pacific Ocean, and decided that the words I had typed weren't so ugly-sounding. Some two-and-a-half years ago, in November of 2007, right before my unit deployed to Iraq, I decided to start a blog. If you aren't familiar with the above Mickey Mouse Club lyrics, you weren't hugged enough as a child. Now it's time, to say goodbye, to all our company.
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