A soldier's life
Junk food, video games, lots of TV, and way too much porn. Welcome to Iraq, as experienced by the men of the 506th Infantry in the heart of the Sunni triangle. Radar latest issue offers a lad magazine-inspired feature story on a new breed of U.S. soldiers:
He would rather be drunk. He rarely knows the real names of the women with whom he consorts. He frequently complains. He would rather be high. Ask him what he'd be doing if he hadn't taken his current job and he'll say, time and again, "I'd be in trouble like my friends back home -- dead or in jail." He is profane, uneducated, impious, lecherous, and unwashed. He doesn't care much about the war. In most cases, he misses his mother badly.My favorite bit in the entire article is, however, this:
In a platoon full of slackers, David Nash is the biggest slacker of them all. At 19 he's the youngest, fattest, and laziest, with messy hair, pimples, and a wrinkled T-shirt. When I first met him he was rereading Einstein's theory of relativity; his colleagues were ribbing him about his weight, about missing time at the front line due to illness, about his snide attitude, about the unsoldierly way the laces flopped around his boots.
"I was smoking a fatty-ass joint one time when the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints came to my house," says Nash, who is not one of the three soldiers in the platoon who consider themselves religious. "They said, 'Imagine there is a bridge between heaven and hell, and hell is down here...' I said, 'Dude, I am smoking that bridge.'"