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Our Own Milblog Entries

Page history last edited by Miriam 9 years, 7 months ago

 

 

I'm going to analyze Alina's blog:

She uses some capital letters within her blog as well as swear words and some military jargon/ expressions. What makes her blog creible ist that she is talking about feelings and that she is giving at least one link to further blogs. Moreover, her blog remindsme somehow on a conversation one would/ could have with good friends. Other characteristics are sentence fragments and informal language.

 

Hey it’s Alina, here is my blog:

 

Iraq, 5-29-08

Hey out there,

How are you guys doing? I am still sitting here in the middle of nowhere trying to survive. I barely know what’s going on out in this fuckin’ sick world. I barely hear news that are not about this war. I feel like I am on a different planet! Sanchez and Young are driving me NUTS! All the shit they have been seeing and went trhough makes them slowly go crazy. What else can you expect?! They are fuckin’ 19 years old…

Yesterday there was a sandstorm hitting our base. Made the boredom even worse. I should be glad that I don’t have to face an armed conflict every day, but hey?! I carry my M-21 5,56 mm every day. I can’t ignore the feeling of wanting to use it…I can’t ignore the feeling of wanting to feel excitement and adrenalin…

I’ll write more soon. Write back, guys! So that I have something to do in this goddamned place…

Oh and check out : http://www.iraqwarnews.net/

  

 

Now here some characteristics about Mirijana’s entry:

She uses

-         Capital letters ( “I CAN’T DO THAT”)

-         Informal langugae (“And I was like”)

-         Swear words (“Fuck”)

-         Military language (“the bird”)

-         She mentions names

-         Talks about his feelings

-         Reference to other blogs

 

 

Hi, this is Marijana.

 

Here is my milblog:

 

Hey there… haven’t been here for a while. But today, I met this guy, Jason Miller, he was First Daddy – back then. Got shot. He just got out of the bird when the bastards threw a grenade on our camp. He started screaming, thought “That’s it, FUCK, not him.” But he stood up, started running, limping. His leg, his calf, blood, all over. And I was like: “Jeez, he’s alive!” I ran to him, he fell down, I grabbed him and he started laughing: “These m*fuckers won’t get me.” His right calf was missing. He showed me his calf today, and was proudly saying that this is his memory of the time in Iraq. He laughs – I CAN’T DO THAT! All I saw was the blood all over his leg from then. I told him that I had to go. I came home and read all the blogs from the others, I never did that before.

 

And here is the identification of characteristics of Miriam's milblog:

- use of military terms

- writing in capital letters (STILL)

- use of direct speech

- use of informal language

- use of brackets with "!"

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

This is Stefan R. and I post my blog entry here again since the actual page didn't work until recently

 

(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.

 

Analyzing Miriam's blog entry:

 

Her entry uses slang language ("damned"), stresses things ("!!!"), and also contains military terms ("RPG"). I really like how she focusses on the soldier's emotions which she expresses in a very subtle way. However, in contrast to my entry, her's is not very patriotic at all. In addition, I really like the idea of posting a photo (although this would probably prohibited by the DOD respectively the CO).

 

 

 

Hi, this is Marc.

My milblog:

 

Hello everybody,

One month has passed since I got here and I have to tell you that it wasn't always pretty. I'm part of only a handful of additional troops that have arrived in Iraq. It's a total mess, a God-forsaken place.  My time here is either affected by boredom or fear. We are based just outside Baghdad (the closest place to hell) across Iraq's western desert; literally in the middle of nowhere, miles from any other settlement. The only things we see here are herds of sheep and occasionally some camels. This is definitely not why I signed up!

Still, there is also an exciting part of being in Iraq. Every time we're driving in our humvees through the streets of Baghdad, we can feel the excitement. The true suspense lies in what awaits us behind each corner. It's both frightening and exciting, because we are aware that a suicide bomber could attack us any moment. But we're prepared for these godless people and we're willing to fight in order to bring freedom and democracy to Iraq.  At the same time, we know that our motives are noble, because defending America’s future starts here.   

 

Analyzing Martin's blog entry:

-he uses the location and the date (SHAIBA, IRAQ, 2008/05/25)

-he talks about another soldier (Rodriguez)

-strong display of the soldier's emotions ("What bugs me more", "What if? What if? What if?")

-slang (motherf***ers)

-patriotic tone ("The international community is willing to help")

 

 

Hello, this is Sascha.

 

 

Sand, sand, sand. It’s all over the fucking place; in your mouth, in your eyes, in your everywhere. I’m so sick of this place, this country. I mean, who really gives a shit anyway? I wanna go home, see my family again. I really don’t wanna complain (which I do anyway) since it was me who wanted to go here, but for fuck’s sake give us something to do that does not involve sitting around like some fucking retard or walking around in a bazillion degree heat to protect this wasteland. It’s so pointless. I hate it here.  Also, I want real food. A burger, some fries and a milkshake. Send me some!

Yesterday, I saw a couple of kids playing hide and seek in the streets. Streets that we are supposed to secure because they are oh so dangerous. Dangerous my ass. Give me something real to do, not roam some fucking sandbox where nothing’s going to happen anyway. I repeat myself, I know. Then again, nothing’s new here, so what’s there to write about if not the same stuff all over again? Much like our days here…same shit, different day.

 

 

Analyzing Stefan's entry:

  • mentions location: "Kirkuk"
  • uses military jargon: PFC, USMC, CO, etc.
  • use of exat time, which makes  the whole story appear more believable: 5 A.M.
  • patriotic tone: "Indeed, we’re: The few. The proud. The Marines."
  • he mentions another soldier: PFC Anderson

 

 

Comments (16)

Sylvia said

at 8:23 pm on May 28, 2008

Hi, this is Sylvia.
My milblog:
Sitting in the freaking desert of Iraq makes you almost forget what civilization is like. You are surrounded by hundreds of comrades - but still you are fighting alone. Fighting against your fears, fighting against the loneliness. Hey, I could die any minute, without being able to say good-bye to my family and friends, without being able to do all the things I want to do in my life. Every time an RPG hits a building near me I'm freaking out. But only on the inside, because I can't show my buddies how freaked out I'm really are - they need me to stay calm and get them out of the shit. But how am I supposed to do that? I'm too tired - haven't had a goodnight sleep for weeks. Waking up every night with the same fucking pictures in my head. They always tell you, that you should go and talk to someone. Yeah, right! Like they can help you - the only thing they will give you are pills. I never thought I could be this scared in my life. Now all I want is to go back home and forget all about the desert, the fights, the dying, ... Having a normal life again. But how normal can a life be, after that?

Martin said

at 10:25 pm on May 28, 2008

Diary of Fred Flintstone,
SHAIBA, IRAQ, 2008/05/25

Day two on the cot. Must have been sleeping for 16 hours. Heard, maintenance is still taking care of the HMMWV damaged during yesterday’s patrol. My head’s fine so far. Rodriguez is feeling better, too, but it’s going to be a huge scar. We were talking the whole night, What if? What if? What if?
What, if this had been a roadside bombing and not a rotten buried oil tank caving in? The moment I saw the front left side of the grill hitting the dust I thought this is it…RPG impacts and not much of you left to identify. Guess the others felt the same. Rodriguez hit the shield of the MK19 so hard that his forehead popped open. I haven’t seen that much blood on a guy’s face in my whole life. Gonna tell you more about this incident tomorrow, maybe.
What bugs me more at the moment is the crap going on in Burma. Had a lot of time to watch the news and I just can’t believe how badly people can be treated by there own government. The international community is willing to help and those motherf***ers in the Junta are not willing to let them into the country although their own people are dying. I’d like to see your comments on that matter…

Semper Fi ‘till next time

Martin said

at 10:27 pm on May 28, 2008

There are only two other blogs at the moment, and both have been commented already...

TobiasB said

at 12:39 am on May 29, 2008

Hi, this is Tobias.

My milblog:

Somewhere in the desert, 78°28' N 29°93' W, 6am. April 9th, 2003.
Day three on patrol. They say that if you don't see anything, that's a good thing. Bullshit. I bet those guys aren't busting their asses at the moment, in an area which seems like an odd mixture of a grill and a slaughterhouse. Only problem with that is - we're the meat getting grilled, and slaughter may wait round the next corner, the next rock, the next little cave - anywhere one of those frakkin' terrorist bastards could be lurking, waiting to make his big move. Kinda gets onto your nerves. Keeps a chill down your spine, one that doesn't wanna go away.
Yesterday, there was some hooded guy with an Ak-47 standing on top of a far away rock. Waving his gun around, mocking us. Even fired a few shots at us, with us ducking behind our humvee. Arrogant bastard thought nothing could happen to him. Ye olde .50cal BMG said otherwise. Jack nailed him right between the eyes. Not a pretty sight. Damn, these guys are nuts. Why can't they just give up, so we can leave this place? I really wanna see my family again, the sooner, the better.
But there is a duty to our country, and however painful this might be, duty comes first. At least, that's what we keep telling ourselves.
Semper Fi.

P.S.:
[Sniper Wolf] has an interesting entry on his blog. Check the www.solidsnake.com blog for more info.

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Analyzing Martin's blog:
- date + place given
- colloquial language style
- gives names
- uses military terminology
- uses display of emotions
- uses slang and swear words
- comments on two different aspects - humvee and the crisis in burma

linda said

at 12:28 pm on May 29, 2008

Hi, this is Linda.

My milblog:

Hi everybody, it is me again (For those you do not know me: I am a nurse;somewhere in Iraq; not too far from B; and I have been here for 5month now (!)). First of all I want to thank all of you who respnded to my last blog and who tried to console me. Though I don't know you...you really helped me. I somehow felt that you understand me. Since my last entry here (hust have been a week ago) lots of things happened here. Okay, where shall I start? Well, what is most important to me is, that I managed to reach my family. But the news I had for them were ....aaaaarrrrrrrr.....I am soo angry!Well, I had to tell them that I will not make it to my daughter's b-day. Oh, SHOOOOOT they were so disappointed!!!And I am so sorry - but I can't help it. People here really need me! Right now we got 10 wounded soldiers and only 3 nurses...and you never know what will happen the next second.Oh how I hate this war!Sure, it feels good to be needed but hey, my family also needs me. I would never have come here if I had known before how hard it is to leave this place again. At the moment I really do not know what to do....shall I stay or shall I go?


Ty said

at 12:34 pm on May 29, 2008

When we heard about the cease-fire in Sadr City, most of us were calling bullshit. There’s no way, unless you’ve been out in the Bradley patrolling those streets, that you’d believe for a second the Hadjis were going to let up. Then again, since we started patrolling more heavily, we’ve seen about one-tenth of the IEDs, one-tenth of the small-arms fire, and one-tenth of the threats against civilians. And wouldn’t you know it– even though we’ve been discovering IEDs, RPG bunkers, and booby traps left and right, the damn sheik wants us to get the hell out. You hear that every day too, that the Iraqi police are ok, that the Iraqi army is ok, but the second we come in, it’s like safety takes a backseat to politics again. Who’s been doing the shooting down here? It sure as hell isn’t us; all we’ve been doing is sweeping and clearing, and only when absolutely necessary, but try telling the damn Sheik that. Nevertheless, there ain’t a whole lot the Sheik can say, especially not when we’re the ones patrolling down here, not him. We’re the occupying power, and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.

Analyzing Tobias' blog:
– Use of an exact location
– Military slang and terminology (AK-47, .50 cal)
– Undetached emotion and colloquial style used
– Reference to (fake) blog of another soldier
– Patriotic / military-centric language ("duty to our country", "Semper Fi")

linda said

at 12:39 pm on May 29, 2008

Analyzing Tobias' blog:
- date and place are given (exact)
- uses military terminology
- uses slang words
- hints at another blog entry
- reflects personal experiences

Mags said

at 1:36 pm on May 29, 2008

Mags here presenting 'De Blog':

9am. Biaj, Iraq. Everything here is a potential enemy: the civilians scurrying along the streets, draped in thick cloth, faces covered, no eye contact sustained- any one of them could be a suicide bomber; the cars abandoned along the dusty roads- time-bombs just waiting to go off; every corner, every seemingly deserted building- a moment of inattention could cost us our lives …even the flammin sun seems to be on their side: mercilessly streaming down on us…. It’s a blazing 91*F already. You cant help but flinch at the overwhelming stench of rotten milk, ammunition and burning oil and metal. But we stand tall, high above it all, not showing a glimmer of fright, anxiety, annoyance nor paranoia – despite them filling us to the edges. We must not, we WILL NOT break down! We gaze down coolly at this pigsty and hole-of-a-place surrounding us. Our eyes strained. Our watch vigilant. Cruising down the God-forsaken streets of Biaj in our M1 Abrams Tank, patrolling the abandoned neighbourhoods. Watching. Waiting. Being alert and ready to act. At one point you cant help but think: “man, any connection between this reality and mine must be purely coincidental!” We stay focused- despite all the shit (lack of water, fresh food, sleepless nights, normality) and people against us, we know we are here for a reason, a cause worth fighting and sacrificing our sanity, maybe even our lives for.

Alina's Blog:
-interactive- gives a link at the end of the entry and incourages other ppl to get in touch, very personal- expresses a lot of emotion through words such as 'fuck', capitalises words to emphasise, or draw readers attention, includes names of comrades, date, place, uses army lingo (name of gun)

Sasha said

at 4:01 pm on May 29, 2008

Hi this is Sasha,

This is Crusher with this weeks update. Monday our HumV broke down, one of the drive belts snapped and we had to call in for a new one. We were like sitting ducks out in the middle of nowhere. After sweating in the heat for two hours came more bad news: the road leading to our position was blocked because of heavy fighting so no one knew when the guys would get here with the belt we needed. We were all getting nervous because people in the nearby village had seen us and you never know whos a friendly and whos a hostile. We thought at any second someone could open up on us and we were right. Private Higgins shouted INCOMING and the next thing I heard was a grenade explode 5 meters in front of us. We didnt take any damage. Everything went quiet. Nobody saw where the fucking grenade came from! The Lt. said we have to get out of the HumV and find cover. We radioed base and told them we were taking fire. God Dam where the Fuck do you take cover when you dont know where the enemy is? We had driven past a building that was 200 meters back, we decided it was our best bet. On the count of three we jumped out and hauled ass to the building. Gunfire broke out as we ran. Now we knew where the bastards were and we dropped on our bellies and opened up on them. All I could think was what a bunch of shit, I’m gonna die because some stupid HumV broke down. Thats when we heard the Choppers overhead. Our choppers shot off a few rockets and blew those fuckers to smitherines. Now that we had air cover we could return to the HumV. It took another 4 hours of waiting until ground help finally arrived. But we were still happy to see them.

Ty's Blog:
- personal, gives first hand account of what soldiers are thinking and saying to each other
- discusses differences between what you hear on mass media and what he sees going on
- informal language

Gregor said

at 4:06 pm on May 29, 2008

Falludscha, 05/28/2008

I'm really BORED. The fucking daily routine drives me crazy – 0600 waiting in the chow line, 0700 – 1200 patrol, 1230 again chow line, 1300-1500 labour details, 1900 chow line.... Nuttin surprising is happening around here. I don't even care when I hear sporadic AK 47 fire or detonations of RPGs. It feels like all my senses are numbed. The daily encounters with death and terror don't mean anything to me anymore. Yesterday, Sgt. Montgomery got severely injured when his patrol met harsh AIF resistance. We got used to the fact that our comrades and friends are dying everyday. Life out here is like HELL. It's not the violence what upsets me the most but the senselessness of this war. Don't believe the lies of CNN. The Iraqi people hate us in the same way they hated Saddam. We're not the good guys. The primary goal of this operation is not to bring democracy but to protect the plants HALLIBURTON is building all over the country. For the politicians in DC the Iraq is nuttin but a source of oil. Bloody oil!!!
God Bless America, Falludscha Falcon

Marie said

at 4:51 pm on May 29, 2008

I’m just back, back somewhere where I feel like a stranger, back in the USA so to say. For the last two years, I’ve had no home except my military camp (in Iraq), no family except my friends (the soldiers). And now that I’m back home why is it so hard to be happy? I’m sitting there, in my room, in front of my computer and I’m just feeling dead.
I did my part for fighting for the American cause but what was it, this f****** cause? HA! Of course, how could I forget that? “Freedom and democracy”, they had told us. Right!! I’d really like to know how they feel now about telling us this bullshit! But I believed them and I enlisted. I just didn’t know I was kind of gonna destroy MY life…
Cause, yeah, I’ve been involved in a war that has not only killed thousands and thousands of civilians but that has also killed ME! To be honest, I’m surprised I can still think… and for once I’m not thinking of my country (which you are supposed to do everyday as a soldier fighting for the sake of the USA!) but I’m thinking of myself, of MY life and, unfortunately, of this impression that MY life is f***ed up now!
It’s midnight, my family is downstairs but I can’t face them, I can’t face their questions cause I don’t have any answers! I don’t even have a goddamn answer to MY own questions… What’s gonna happen tomorrow? How will I be able to cope everyday with that nauseous feeling that I’ve murdered? I wanna hope, man, wanna hope that it’s not the end… I’m alive for God’s sake but I feel dead and I’m so fucking scared!

Marie said

at 5:26 pm on May 29, 2008

Analysing Sascha’s milblog :
-There are a lot of short sentences which makes the paragraph really strong.
-There are a lot of repetitions too which emphasises this impression that the soldier goes round in circles, that he is so bored.
-She also uses swear words, which, in my opinion, gives some credibility to the text.
-I liked : “a burger, some fries and a milkshake”. Even if you hate the country that sent you there, you still stay what you are.
-“Send me some”; “Give me something to do”… The soldier is addressing somebody but we do not really know who it is. She could have wrote “I want something to do” but no. How she wrote it enables her to accentuate the soldier’s despair.
-She speaks about every day life in Iraq (“yesterday, I saw a couple of kids playing hide and seek in the streets”) but it has nothing to do with something military. Once again, it insists on the fact that nothing is going on.

stephan said

at 5:38 pm on May 29, 2008

What a week! Sorry guys for not getting back to you for such a long stretch, but I almost didn't have enough time to breathe down here! All week we got warnings about planned insurgent attacks in our area and had to secure the locals and ourselvets. This one time a guy came running up o our convoy shouting and waving and we were like: "Shit, he's gonna try to blow us up!" but he was just trying to get help for his sick wife - Thank god he stopped a couple of yards away from our Humvee and we remained calm. His wife had just a fever and one of our medics took care of her. Well that's it for today, internet-time is still limited so everybody gets his share, but I'll try to get back to you asap.
analsying marie's blog entry:
self-censorship (f******) but still strong implications of swearing. capitalisation to stress the own person and involvement, Many "..." for pauses, very informal, colloquial style.

Thomas said

at 7:55 pm on Jul 8, 2008

Analysis of Stephan's Milblog:

- use of swear words (makes the blog seem realistic)
- Short sentences
- slang / army slang
- experiences of one single person (personally)
- military terminology (humvee)


My Own Milblog:

Monday. Right after breakfast we got orders from HQ. Captain Miller wanted our squad to go on patrol again. Antoher damn trip through the empty streets of the ruined village. I can't get what they want to reach with that senseless walking around. "Showing presence", Sergeant Carlton said; "making the deltas aware that we're still here".But, which deltas? We're here in the new camp for three weeks now and none of us ever only saw one of those damn guys. There are no signs of them being here. We don't see anything, and we don't hear anything, except the rumbling of the mortars coming down far far away. Shit, I think we're hunting ghosts down here, while the guys from alpha company get their butts kicked up in Falujah. When we turn on the radio, we here about heavy fighting here and there, but it is as if the war was far away. The only thing we guys are fighting is the f***ing heat and damn sand scratching your face at every gust of wind.
I don't know what to think. Should I feel glad about the silence here? Or shall I look forward to some action? I don't know.
Carlton says that we will get our war, sooner than we would like to. But I don't know if I want to fight. I don't want to get back to the US in one of those damn bags. Man, back in the US... I mustn't think about it, it get's you loose attention.

Thomas said

at 7:56 pm on Jul 8, 2008

The war...the fighting. It is like Brock keeps saying, we don't want to risk our asses, but we also don't want to get back to the US telling that we've been hunting ghosts all the time.
Sometimes there hueys crossing the sky above our heads, heading north. It must be hell over there. Back in the US I always thought it was cool to see them. But it isn't. It's not cool. If you're down here you know what they do. They're the medics. They're collecting the wounded, the dead. But, it doesn't change anything. Each time when I see them they're reminding me to those old films about Vietnam. The soldiers sitting in the choppers, looking cool and listening to Paint It Black by the Stones.
But that's not war, that's movie war maybe.
Ok, I'm going to get over to the PX and get me some extra clips. It's no good thing to run out of ammo when you're in a firefight. If there will be one someday...

Thomas said

at 7:57 pm on Jul 8, 2008

(I had to write the milblog divided into 2 entries, it was to much for a single one)

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