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What are blogs?


A blog (or "weblog") is a frequently updated website with entries (or posts) listed in reverse chronological order.

(Rebecca Blood 2002, 14).




What are the characteristics of online news?





This is Stefan R. and I post my blog entry here since the actual page does not work (hope this is OK): 





(I dedicate this entry to SECNAV Hummel who was a great man of honor)


Hi there, PFC Rabb here. I’m truly relieved that today’s report from the Iraqi front line is a more ‘relaxed’ one. Thank God there were no serious incidents today (at least for our unit -- to all the other comrads fighting: God bless!), so we pretty much had the day off to sit back and relax -- well, if you can call it that in a war zone like Kirkuk. Actually, there is nothing bad at all about sitting back and thinking about things you normally don’t have time for. The only problem is: some Marines think absout stuff which bugs them afterwards (it’s mostly about the reasons for the invasion and the homefront which sometimes doesn’t seem to support us anymore). PFC Anderson is one of those comrads. At 5 A.M. this morning he came to me and wanted to know my opinion about him and his stay in the USMC. He kinda lost his faith not only in our nation’s engagement but also in his personla engagement. It was only yesterday when an RPG missed our camp by a few inches. PFC Anderson therefore was also worried about the stableness of our camp (and, of course, as every Marine: about death).


I carefully listended to him trying to join his thoughts and ended up walking over with him to the flagstaff. Luckily enough, it was our turn raising the flag this morning (if not, I would’ve asked our CO, because PFC Anderson seemed VERY worried and I so much wanted to help him) so while he gave me the Star-Spangled Banner I told him the following: “A great general once said: ‘You tell your men: you’re soldiers. That’s our flag. You tell them: nobody takes our flag. Raise your flag high so everybody can see it. Now you got yoursefl a castle.’” I could see the smile on his face when we both stood in front of the flagstaff saluting the flag while it was waving in the wind. Indeed, we’re: The few. The proud. The Marines.


Comments (1)

Miriam said

at 7:57 pm on May 28, 2008

By Miriam Schwanzer:

First, I’ll try to identify the characteristics Stefan has used in his milblog:
- he uses the soldier name of the blogger and other military expressions like “war zone,” “USMC” and “comrad”, “unit” etc.
- personal edition of the facts he states in brackets
- oral expressions like “well…” & other infml. expressions
- talks about other comrades with reference to his own position
- talks about their feeling of discouragement (emotional)
- writes words in capital letters: “VERY” in order to stress
- cites direct speech

Now my milblog:

(imagine his photo at the top of the page)

Now this is me - almost two years after I got back from Iraq. Nothing will ever be the same again. I’m STILL all screwed up! The other day I freaked out about a glass that fell off the table (!!!). The house was all quiet before one of the kids knocked it over. I started trembling all over my body and was soaked in cold sweat – over a damned piece of glass, picture this! It’s because of all that mad shit I’ve seen down there. All those damn RPGs that would knock you out in a heartbeat. And all those nasty wounds I’ve seen on my buddies and the other comrads. I keep having nightmares about it. I wake up in the middle of the night and then it all comes back to me… as if I was still there, lying on that stinkin piece of cloth, my heart racing with every new attack. And then the memory of those we’ve lost, the way they died… I keep having flashbacks - still. Day, night – doesn’t matter. But you had to stay strong. You couldn’t just say “hey guys, I’m out. Take care.” – No, you had to go out there every day and take the chance of being killed again and again. I don’t know how to get over this… Is it gonna go on like this forever? I don’t know if I can take this anymore…

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