<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018018674393684970</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:18:14.200+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Point of View</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SPC Logue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398669375578676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018018674393684970.post-609584170446015811</id><published>2009-04-08T09:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:24:38.026+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Baghdad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SdxfCKd7-mI/AAAAAAAAACY/lH3Mdd7ezIY/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322233350419380834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SdxfCKd7-mI/AAAAAAAAACY/lH3Mdd7ezIY/s320/Obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; visit to Baghdad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SdxcGIMkizI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t-XgcrhBVaw/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Barack Obama made a surprise visit to Camp Victory, Iraq yesterday. He spoke at Al-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Faw&lt;/span&gt; Palace to hundreds of Soldiers, and shook their hands. President Obama told us "You have given Iraq the opportunity to stand on its own as a democratic country. That is an extraordinary achievement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; rather brief speech about&lt;br /&gt;our progress in Iraq, and how we must &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;transition&lt;/span&gt; Iraq back to the Iraqis, and the great job we are doing in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then shook our hands and departed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Promotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SdxHlz8CWSI/AAAAAAAAACA/fuaFLimrS7s/s1600-h/DSC_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322207574567835938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SdxHlz8CWSI/AAAAAAAAACA/fuaFLimrS7s/s320/DSC_0546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three Broadcasters got promoted last week. We now have Sergeant Anderson, Sergeant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fardette&lt;/span&gt;, and Sergeant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Logue&lt;/span&gt;. We had a pretty cool ceremony. One of my buddies from my last deployment was able to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SdxZdGQ1VAI/AAAAAAAAACI/V_ddjF3cEiU/s1600-h/promotion+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322227216077378562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SdxZdGQ1VAI/AAAAAAAAACI/V_ddjF3cEiU/s320/promotion+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, the ceremony ended. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SFC&lt;/span&gt; Burke, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SSG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Burrell&lt;/span&gt; and SGT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Risner&lt;/span&gt; were kind enough to take the new Sergeants outside for a smoking. Let me tell you, there is there is NOTHING in the world like rolling around in the rocks in Camp Liberty Iraq with your best friend, your rifle. We did push-ups, flutter kicks, and various other physical activities in the rocks. It was a wonderful end to a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322204892317385618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SdxFJrxsg5I/AAAAAAAAABo/_F7W8H7BJfA/s320/DSC_0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SSG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Burrell&lt;/span&gt; and I embedded with the 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 82&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Airborne Division in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Zafaraniyah&lt;/span&gt; district of Baghdad. We stayed at Joint Security Station &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Zafaraniyah&lt;/span&gt; for several days, and conducted patrols (day and night) and a search and cordon with Paratroopers from the 319&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Airborne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Field&lt;/span&gt; Artillery Regiment. I learned Iraqi kids LOVE cameras. I also learned that they really don't see a lot of female soldiers. They kept calling me "Mister, Mister..." I taught them that I am "Miss." One particular print journalist thought it was hilarious that these kids were calling me mister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SdxFgkSIEfI/AAAAAAAAABw/e4Rzes6aApE/s1600-h/DSC_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322205285442916850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SdxFgkSIEfI/AAAAAAAAABw/e4Rzes6aApE/s320/DSC_0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mission made me thankful for the rather plush living conditions we have here in Camp Liberty in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;comparison&lt;/span&gt; to soldiers on smaller outpost in the area. This particular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;JSS&lt;/span&gt; did not have female showers up and running, so I had to post someone outside the bathrooms while I took a shower. I was really stoked to hit the shower after a patrol; but come to find out there was no running water. I was pretty sweaty from wearing body armor for several hours, so I took a shower with bottled water. That was a different experience. They did get female showers up and running before we left. I don't think I have ever been that grateful to take a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018018674393684970-609584170446015811?l=spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/feeds/609584170446015811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018018674393684970&amp;postID=609584170446015811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/609584170446015811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/609584170446015811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-in-baghdad.html' title='Life in Baghdad'/><author><name>SPC Logue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398669375578676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SdxfCKd7-mI/AAAAAAAAACY/lH3Mdd7ezIY/s72-c/Obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018018674393684970.post-1845197379588185201</id><published>2009-03-26T13:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:27:33.370+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Specialist Fardette and I created an Anti-Huffing Spot, check it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="302" height="282" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1c2d275df9839e13" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018018674393684970.post-9220576789373325295</id><published>2009-03-21T09:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:25:36.482+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Things don't always go as planned.</title><content type='html'>Things don't always go as planned. I learned this when I was in kindergarten when I intended on jumping out of a tree and landing on my feet. My bright pink cast on my arm was an everyday reminder that things don't go as planned (for 6 weeks anyhow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 years later, I still get reminded that things don't always go according to plan. I am not a country fan, but there is a song that sticks out in my head by the man of country, Garth Brooks."Unanswered Prayers" which contains the lyrics "Some of Gods greatest gifts are all too often unanswered...Some of Gods greatest gifts are unanswered prayers." I often think of this song when things don't go as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPC Johnson and I got a reminder this all week. On Sunday we got to the Helipad at 0600 to wait for our flight to Camp Taji so we can cover some stories out there. Apparently dust storms in Iraq hinder travel. The dust was rather thick in the morning. We could not see the sun, nor could we see the blue of the sky. We waited, waited, and waited some more. No flights left. We spent 18 hours at the helipad before we called it a day and went back to our comfortable beds and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to Taji on Tuesday. We were ready to go on a mission with an Explosive Ordinance Disposal Team on Wednesday. We were under the impression that they would be conducting a controlled detonation of explosives found in a scrap yard. Most of the munitions were already spent, so they posed no threat. I was looking forward to seeing a controlled boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were scheduled to go on a patrol early the next morning. We got a knock on the door after I had already fallen asleep to tell us our mission had been scrapped. Needless to say, this is how our week went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mission served as a reminder for me that things don't always go as planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018018674393684970-9220576789373325295?l=spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/feeds/9220576789373325295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018018674393684970&amp;postID=9220576789373325295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/9220576789373325295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/9220576789373325295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-dont-always-go-as-planned_20.html' title='Things don&apos;t always go as planned.'/><author><name>SPC Logue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398669375578676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018018674393684970.post-6555079288854575001</id><published>2009-03-01T13:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:47:58.454+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are in the 211th when...</title><content type='html'>1. You know more about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPC&lt;/span&gt; Anderson's husband than your own spouse. -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Logue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; you hear a female voice, you think it is your commander. -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fardette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You have asked "Is there a whale in here?"-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Logue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You get nagged at by your boss for NOT blogging. -46R's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You have been gone from your family for 5 months and have only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; 2 weeks of combat pay. -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Heise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The patch on your left sleeve doubles as a sniper target. -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fardette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You think "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Alperinism&lt;/span&gt;" is a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When coffee CAN cure your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You laugh when you hear the words "Live the legend" (sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SSG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Edson&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You wake up to your neighbors snores/grunts at 2 a.m. -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Logue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You're surrounded by questionable people. MAJ D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;in response to #11&lt;/em&gt; You're a questionable person yourself. -UNKNOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. No one here is from where you're from. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SFC&lt;/span&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You have a great sense of pride when you tell people you're the commander of the 211&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MPAD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;in response to number 12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;XO&lt;/span&gt; was not only in the Civil War, but he documented it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You're the only member of the original 211&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;MPAD&lt;/span&gt; still here. (I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;SFC&lt;/span&gt; Burke put this one up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You think bad thoughts about the phrase "It's better to have it and not need it....then need it and not have it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;questions or additional comments, please feel free to ask 1SG Martinez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018018674393684970-6555079288854575001?l=spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/feeds/6555079288854575001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018018674393684970&amp;postID=6555079288854575001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/6555079288854575001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/6555079288854575001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-you-are-in-211th-when.html' title='You know you are in the 211th when...'/><author><name>SPC Logue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398669375578676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018018674393684970.post-2736660158975318995</id><published>2009-02-24T11:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:19:29.654+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are in the Army when...</title><content type='html'>The Broadcasters have a board in the room, and we started a "You know you are in the Army when..." list. Many people wrote their thoughts on this board. So here they go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You feel naked without a rifle. SPC Logue&lt;br /&gt;2. You get a letter in the mail that says "Go to war, or go to jail." SGT Pflieger&lt;br /&gt;3.You spend more time with your battle buddy then with your family. SPC Fardette&lt;br /&gt;4. Your boots actually smell like rotting meat.&lt;br /&gt;5. You ask your wife if she has her CAC card when you go to dinner. 1SG Logan&lt;br /&gt;6. When a day doesn't go by that you ask if the person you just passed was a male or female.&lt;br /&gt;7. When you're in another country and can't get away from Texans -SSG Burrell&lt;br /&gt;8. Someone asks you where you are from, and you can't really say where....&lt;br /&gt;9. You've been to many countries and never needed a passport. SGT Saslav&lt;br /&gt;10. You're scared to pet a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;11. It's o.k to give a kid some candy.&lt;br /&gt;12. You actually gain weight on your year-long paid vacation to the desert.&lt;br /&gt;13. You save empty water bottles to fill in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;14. You get excited when you think your roommate left you a bottle of lemonade. (see # 13)&lt;br /&gt;15. When you mistake the smell of dust for perfume.&lt;br /&gt;16.When walking to a bathroom counts as your physical activity for the day.&lt;br /&gt;17. Your spouse asks for an AAR after anything you do...&lt;br /&gt;18. Your spouse knows what an AAR is...&lt;br /&gt;19. You can only be sick/injured between the hours of 0700-0900.&lt;br /&gt;20. You develop a hatred for gravel.&lt;br /&gt;21. You see more naked people before 9 a.m than most people see in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have anything more to add, feel free to comment, and I will post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018018674393684970-2736660158975318995?l=spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/feeds/2736660158975318995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018018674393684970&amp;postID=2736660158975318995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/2736660158975318995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/2736660158975318995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-you-are-in-army-when.html' title='You know you are in the Army when...'/><author><name>SPC Logue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398669375578676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018018674393684970.post-7535171157709654426</id><published>2009-02-18T23:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:15:32.850+03:00</updated><title type='text'>For the 1SG</title><content type='html'>1SG came into the Broadcast office and told us we had to blog today, so here it goes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally. We made it to Baghdad. We are now in country trying to get into the grooves of our jobs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this roommate named SPC Johnson. If she is not on the phone, she is on the internet. I guess you can call her a social butterfly.  The funny thing is, she is always asking me how to spell something. Obviously she has not read my blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't see everyone everyday like I used to.  LT Douglas isn't even in Camp Liberty. SPC Soles and SGT Risner work in Division, so I never see them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work in the broadcast room, so I don't really see alot of the Print guys, except when SSG Burrell pokes his head in the broadcast office and talks. I know he wants to be a broadcaster deep down. I mean, I can't really blame him for wanting to be a 46 Rock Star. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do a 3 minute radio news story Monday through Friday. Sure, 3 minutes of news does not seem like a lot. I  usually write my script, voice it, then edit it. It is a time consuming process, but I have gotten a lot faster at in the past week.  I have learned so much just playing with the editing system in the past week. It is encouraging to see my product improve daily, and learn new things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018018674393684970-7535171157709654426?l=spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/feeds/7535171157709654426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018018674393684970&amp;postID=7535171157709654426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/7535171157709654426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/7535171157709654426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-1sg.html' title='For the 1SG'/><author><name>SPC Logue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398669375578676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018018674393684970.post-7763173267517676888</id><published>2009-01-31T00:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:48:04.359+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New York City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, its true. The Army (more specifically, my commander) allowed four soldiers to venture off into New York City.  Although a good portion of my family is from New York, I had only been there one time. Anyhow, SGT Taylor, SPC Fardette, SPC Anderson and Myself went to NYC. We decided to go in uniform. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Yorkers are very nice to uniformed service members! We were in utter amazement when people came up to us to thank us for what we do. It doesn't stop there. People came up to us and asked us if we could take pictures with them. The three broadcasters were all interviewed for the news. Rather Ironic. SGT Taylor's picture was in the middle of Time Square for a quit smoking ad. Ironic as well. Needless to say we came, we saw, and we conquered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SYNvOegnxfI/AAAAAAAAABY/GncCDCsvS1o/s1600-h/n71202148_34169437_9961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SYNvOegnxfI/AAAAAAAAABY/GncCDCsvS1o/s320/n71202148_34169437_9961.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297199881216574962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SGT Taylor, SPC Fardette, SPC Anderson, and Myself on the 80th floor of the Empire State Building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SYNvOOSW_wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kX2Kh9NyWK4/s1600-h/n71202148_34169448_3575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SYNvOOSW_wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kX2Kh9NyWK4/s320/n71202148_34169448_3575.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297199876861787906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same Group in the Hard Rock Cafe in Time Square. (I look short next to SGT Taylor!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Battery Park and had a lot of fun playing with these tiles that made chiming noises when stepped on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the video says it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36d68fd72c813b69" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36d68fd72c813b69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331630973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71F4A538041ACAE47B7D21514FA705F9AEA5B26D.17BFADA91BA481807BA8EE6ED86F77A2B6D567CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36d68fd72c813b69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBIDV_wL3t7HpQnCv4AlrsjWQ8EY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36d68fd72c813b69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331630973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71F4A538041ACAE47B7D21514FA705F9AEA5B26D.17BFADA91BA481807BA8EE6ED86F77A2B6D567CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36d68fd72c813b69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBIDV_wL3t7HpQnCv4AlrsjWQ8EY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018018674393684970-7763173267517676888?l=spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=36d68fd72c813b69&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/feeds/7763173267517676888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018018674393684970&amp;postID=7763173267517676888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/7763173267517676888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/7763173267517676888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-york-city.html' title='New York City!'/><author><name>SPC Logue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398669375578676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N2GoFKSNbTU/SYNvOegnxfI/AAAAAAAAABY/GncCDCsvS1o/s72-c/n71202148_34169437_9961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018018674393684970.post-4411357256556458584</id><published>2008-12-20T17:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T03:44:21.916+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I will admit it...</title><content type='html'>Broadcasters, "faces"....We can't spell. I have come to terms with my horrific spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to my defense, I grew up as a spell check baby. I no I cant spell. I am sitting here next to SPC Anderson, who just proved my point. She is typing a blog...and spells influences with an 'e'..(enfluences).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just can't spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know the sad part? I was an English major (well literature)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just letting you guys know that I can' t spell well.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I know that the word "no" is spelt the wrong way  in the 2nd paragraph....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018018674393684970-4411357256556458584?l=spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/feeds/4411357256556458584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018018674393684970&amp;postID=4411357256556458584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/4411357256556458584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/4411357256556458584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-admit-it.html' title='I will admit it...'/><author><name>SPC Logue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398669375578676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018018674393684970.post-3958216992722636582</id><published>2008-12-15T19:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:26:55.964+03:00</updated><title type='text'>More Training</title><content type='html'>So, we have been training in the beautiful Bryan, Texas since the first week of November. Honestly, I can't even remember all the training that we have undergone.  Two particular training events stand out in my mind.  Driver's training and the wonderful Combat Lifesaver Course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This driver's training was quite different from any other  military driver's training that I have undergone. We drove at an off road site to see what the vehicles could do, and see how heavy up-armored doors weigh on an incline. Not to mention driving up and down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; a 40 and 60% incline. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a new experience driving up and down that enormous hill. A certain Specialist, who shall remain unnamed almost gave me a heart attack while he was driving up the hill. I enjoy skydiving, so not much scares me. But Specialist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alperin&lt;/span&gt;, has made me realize I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be a passenger while he drives up a hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to the best part. Combat Lifesaver Course.  All of us participated in this class. It is a more advanced version of the buddy aid we learned in basic training. We learned how to do a needle chest decompression to treat  tension &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pneumothorax&lt;/span&gt; (collapsed lung), inserting a nasopharengical tube (a nose hose to allow the victim to breathe better), and iniating a saline lock and an intravenous infusion (giving an IV to some poor sap).  I got 2 IV's, one by SFC Quebec who did a pretty good job, and one by my Commander. Let's just say my arm hurt for a few days after the needle went strait through my vein.  Then, it was my turn to stick someone....lets just say I kinna hurt the poor sap that I had to stick first. Then, I stuck a second person and went through, and didn't even make her bleed when inserting the needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was a different experience....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018018674393684970-3958216992722636582?l=spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/feeds/3958216992722636582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018018674393684970&amp;postID=3958216992722636582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/3958216992722636582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/3958216992722636582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-training.html' title='More Training'/><author><name>SPC Logue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398669375578676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018018674393684970.post-3166752376900269024</id><published>2008-12-01T22:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:05:12.678+03:00</updated><title type='text'>T-day</title><content type='html'>I had a pretty great Turkey day. It started on Wed. night. I arrived in the beautiful Corpus Christi, Texas around 11 p.m.  I dropped my gear and my dog at my mother's house and left to visit my friends. It was like a reunion, there was people that I grew up with everywhere!! I ran into people at get-together that I have known since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K ( that was over 15 years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my Turkey day was great. We had a big Turkey dinner with the family, watched the Cowboy game of course, and then I took an astounding nap.  Then I went to play poker with some of my friends, and of course lost. I tried not to watch the T.U/A&amp;amp;M game, but it was inevitable. That was a bad game....almost as bad as my poker....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend went on, and I took care of some personal business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my roommate( who I have known since we were in the womb)  and I headed back to College Station Sunday night. It was quite an uneventful 5 hour drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018018674393684970-3166752376900269024?l=spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/feeds/3166752376900269024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018018674393684970&amp;postID=3166752376900269024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/3166752376900269024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/3166752376900269024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/2008/12/t-day.html' title='T-day'/><author><name>SPC Logue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398669375578676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018018674393684970.post-4473904792827827878</id><published>2008-11-26T07:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:44:09.189+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Me</title><content type='html'>I joined the 211th MPAD with the thoughts of finishing my degree at Texas A&amp;amp;M University- (College Station) sometime in the near future.  Sure, I joined the unit because of the close proximity to my school. I drilled a few times, while going to school at TAMU, and then cut a semester short to attend my army broadcasting class in Maryland.  Now, we are getting ready to go on our deployment, and we are actually working out of Bryan, Texas. I am pretty lucky because I actually live here, and can go home after work, cook dinner, and watch T.V from my own couch. I am glad I am not stuck at the EZ lodge, and I am glad I am not living in barracks right now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018018674393684970-4473904792827827878?l=spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/feeds/4473904792827827878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018018674393684970&amp;postID=4473904792827827878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/4473904792827827878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018018674393684970/posts/default/4473904792827827878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spcstephanielogue.blogspot.com/2008/11/lucky-me.html' title='Lucky Me'/><author><name>SPC Logue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07398669375578676393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
