Beyond the Warrior Within

    Many nights have pasted since I have been plagued with a sleepless night. Perhaps, tonight should be that night. It seems rather fitting it would be this night, as I do intend to start a new workout routine in the morn. Though, despite that fact it seems no matter how long the pillow engulfs my cranium, I am destined to be left wanting that ever sought after end to this day.  Creativity seems to be leaving me, that is in comparison to my former years. Today seemed like the first day in ages that I performed any sort of musical in the confides of my lavatory.  The beautiful deep writing I used to commit to at least once a week has also appeared to slowly halt as well. My soul yearns to remedy such, as I am still filled with just as many thoughts. Discerning the cause of such slacking has eluded me as of late. The writings of years past were mainly after I had been so consumed by malice and discontent that I had no other choice to spread the red hatred onto the black and white of a computer screen. Lately, such malice and discontent is becoming much more difficult to find. Not that I would complain of such in the least, merely explaining one of the few theories I have for this lack of creative fluid. There are a handful of sore subjects I could cover at the moment, but at this point it doesn’t seem to have any necessity, as I am not dealing with them right now.

I was considering to myself today as I was shaving what sacrifice I had made to become a United States Marine. Freedom, they tell us that is what we are fighting for. I have not seen my family since Christmas. I rarely get the chance to go home and not feel rushed or stressed about getting back to base on time. It takes near an act of the Lord Almighty to even take a vacation in this place. Mainly, because they feel I am incompetent about using the wonderful interstate program of our fine country. I quoted how it was very well one time, ‘I am overworked, underpaid, sexually frustrated, and treated like a kindergarten student. ‘ Just tossed that one in there because it makes me laugh. If you support the war or not just know this. Regardless if the military is here or in the big sandbox, they gave up their entire lives so you can live without wondering if your country is protected or not. Chew on that. I’ll be back sometime with a longer post. Tired setting in.

All for Christ.
<3
Zachary Piontkowski, LCPL USMC.

I’d like to see you out in the moonlight.

    I went to Southside this weekend with Mark. I can’t say it didn’t feel weird walking back into that church after what seems like an eternity. It feels as though I didn’t skip a beat. Everyone was surprised to see me, can’t say I wouldn’t be.  It was a bit strange though. I fully enjoy my new church much better than Southside, but nothing will ever replace how much all the people there mean to me.

My jaw has swollen up to the size of a grapefruit. I had a root canal once upon a time and somehow my root got infected. Yay me. I’m missing days of work tho and I get to go to a civilian doctor. (Meaning is will get done right the first time.)

All for Christ.
<3
Zachary Piontkowski, LCPL, USMC.

There is no combination of words I can put on the back of a postcard.

Another early morning. Waking around 0500 so I can get to the armory, check out my rifle, and get to the range on time. Everything goes as planned and I’m sitting in my truck with Marty at 0645 waiting until we start our day of firing. Marty is a twenty year old El Salvadorian from Miami, Florida. A twice NJPed Lance who has been busted down twice due to drinking underage. Regardless, a good Marine who is all about the well-being of others. We meet up with Smasal and Meastas so we can sign in together and finish up our qual day which was cut short by gail force winds the day before. I only have the 500 yard line left. Which is my bread and butter, so naturally I nail ten for ten in the black and keep my 224 expert score. After such we do our groupings, for the field fire we were to do later on that day. Boring classes and pre-qual for field fire leaves me off work right around 1530, not a bad day. Not much has happened since, finished I Am Legend again. And Sarah called to see what I wanted to drink at the house this weekend. I no longer live with Ben while I’m in town. Kinda weird that yet again I am living in a different home. It reminds me of the Last Samurai. I haven’t stayed anywhere longer than a year since I was fifteen years old. Not too crazy but when you consider I’ve commited most of this journey alone. I don’t hang out on a daily basis with anyone who has known me for more than a year either. I like where life is. I love my church. I’m deploying soon. And I am at least talking to a girl with some maturity. Something hard to find in women my age. Which is why this one is a bit older than me.

I finally got my own computer again so I’ll probably start updating this thing more and more. I have hours a day of nothing usually so yeh. Get used to it. Tho, I’m sure we all stopped reading this. If not, then you are welcome. Hah.

Like those gasping for their last breath.

So here is a short update. I had my heart broken by immaturity. I have a sweet new car that hopefully will be running soon. I have my own things I bought myself. Finally I feel like I’m responsible. Oh and the best part. I’m back in church and heavy. I go two to three days a week. I play softball and best of all Mark is the one who is getting me to go. We adopted a kid from Albania that we may go on a mission trip to see. So yeh. Life is pretty incredible. Thats it. Home next weekend.