Hard as Rock
You know boys it was Feb 2002 when I was released from the crazy place and
that’s when this tale begins. I don’t know how to tell you all of this so I’ll try the best I
can, so act like there is a narrator sometimes… Ok here it starts>>>>
Ahbleza sits in his drab messy living room sippin a bud.. He stares blankly into the
camera- not wanting to say what he needs to.. After being released from the
hospital he’s been mostly a recluse. 2 MONTHS ago he saw his 10year old twin
sons for the first time in 5 years. He loves them more than he knows.. Here goes as
he starts putting on his outfit. Being on all those meds mostly watching the box for
the past 5 years made me soft. In past 60days I have become hard as rock again.
"I have to tell you this JJ @ Ricky, that if your watching this video I did not make it
back. Sit be still, and just listen, Micheal are you there?".
When I was in the navy back in the 80’s when the peanut farmer was the president I
did things that I have never told a soul. You two need to know,. "I Love you" … your
old enough now to understand! I lost my mind on one mission.. We where sent into
Iran(ya when they had all those hostages) to rescue a diplomat and his children. The
info we had was that he was on a certain Villa near a lake. We did a HALO drop. It
was me- Buck- Gator and MR-Z the 82nd seal team. We found the Villa –
just as it was described, we snaked our way through the rocks, found and opening
into the villa, rushed into the house. Found a guard watching the tube.. stuck him like
a pig, me an Buck went upstairs he took left I took right.. first room I get to, there is
shadow of a man already there I see him reach the first bed, pulls the head up, and
slice, he reaches around to the next bed pulls that head up another slice. Suddenly
there are bright lights, gunshots and load speakers blaring against the villa from
outside.. I look down at the bodies and there, a little boy about 8-9 years old and a
little girl lying in her bed with her dolly next to her, both lying there, bodies twitching
and flow of crimson trickles from there necks.. I stood there must have been for
almost eternity shocked about what I just saw. The man turns around, looks
at me, and lunges. With a swift turnaround I pull my kaybar out and stick him in the
heart.. Still the vision of the children are stuck in my head while gunfire and yelling
screaming coming from everywhere.. I jumped through the window and dropped
running running a mindless man.. War is not about children as the vision of the dead
children burned into my every waking hour, "Why Couldn’t I have been there 1
minute earlier".………….
Your Mom tried for years to put up with me but she couldn’t handle the screaming
and bouts of depression that would last for days, and almost being killed more than
once by me going thru my nightmare. So, she left me.. I drifted from town to town,
drugged, drunk, fighting with the local boys, pissing the law off, until I was committed
to the Mental Ward in Phoenix. Since being released 6 months ago, I started going
to a rock bar stuck back in the corner of a little strip mall called Joe’s Grotto. I had
heard about Grotto’s from my seal brothers at Seal School.. They said if you really
want to Rock Joe’s the man with the Plan… You know that last thing I wanted was
any trouble. There I met that friggin Redneck, whitebred, kracker, anglo, howli,
DUMB ARMY RANGER PALOOKA.. There I was sitting, quietly enjoying some
good old fashion ROCK HARD Rock.. The waitress smiling made me feel good ..
everybody is having a good time.., I see some dudes with cue sticks standing
grunting and I can tell they are ex-seals themselves (by the tats). Well apparently,
this is also a hangout for ex Army Rangers.. Some how they made some kind of
truce with each other (how the hell these guys don’t get into a fight everyday..must
be something in the water) most of all the Seals seem to ride Hogs and the Rangers
ride Indians…..GO feger… Also the long hairs, beaners, and rednecks, heck even
the local chiefs hang here..NO PROBLEMS!! The babes, ahh those babes are
more beautiful than you can imagine..compared to the nurses at the psyche ward
that looked like shot putters from Russia that man handled me like a wet puppy.
When you grow older you’ll understand… .. Joe seems to be a mellow dude he just
wants to run a Cool Rock Venue.. More power to Him… Here I am sitting drinking a
draft budweiser..aaahhh nothing like a cold beer, my first one since I was released.
I’m enjoying every sip.. This guy asks if he can sit next to me, like there are no more
empty tables .. there or there or there.. FOOL. I grunt he sits next to me…He looks at
me, I can tell he’s measuring me up.. I ignore him and continue sipping my Bud.. He
orders a Coors.. I look around and a couple of more guys are also drinking Coors..
Me, I’m in my own little world enjoying some Rock… He ask, "how you doing bud"…
I look at him nod. He continues talking… Me I just want to veg and enjoy
the moment.. No troubles today.. I finish my Bud and tell the palooka "Later"…I go
home and start my work out routine.. I have gotten to soft.. who knows where I might
end up… So, the wall is now my Friend.. The next night I go back to Grotto’s while
I’m sitting and, an old Seal team member I knew 15 years ago shows up.. He’s all
decked out in his leathers "Harley Davidson and Levi’s ", splattered everywhere on
this Boy’s body…Buddha we called him because he would always be meditating….
Buddha looks at me and stares like he knows me…I shake my head … grin half my
teeth are bad. all those meds and a lack of dental care… ate away at them… He
takes another look at me and starts laughing… he remembers me.. I’m the one that
was always pulling pranks on the other team members.. you know life is too short to
live serious all the time.. He starts chattering about the one time it was my turn to be
on the Radio. Having recently gone thru the machine gun in your face routine while
lack of sleep for 4 days.. we all seemed to have lost track of time.. I knew it was my
turn to handle the Radio and it was going to be Sunday the next day. A day of
rest..Normally we would get are running orders thru the Radio..I had made
arrangements with Bernice to make a prank radio call.. at 5 that morning. We didn’t
crash until 3 the morning… "Seal Team.. This is a Red-Alert".. comes across the
Radio… Red-Alert… everybody scrambles from there sleeping holes half naked..
They look at each other and remember that the alerts were yellow or green never
red.. They all stop and look at me.. Like I had anything to do with it… I grin.. Buddha
comes over and grabs me and sees that I’m not the same man knew… He says, "I
heard that you crossed the line… I’m glad you’re here.. You’re among friends here
no judgments…"
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