The Toughest Man I Have Ever Met

I once considered myself a reasonably tough dude. After all, I’ve survived such horrors as the incessant “Women in Combat” briefs, a slew of M. Night Shyamalan movies, and the lifestyle of the American Civilian. I don’t really need to go on, do I? I didn’t think so. In my life, I’ve had the opportunity…

The Ruck

In a marvel of anthropomorphic effort, the ruck sneers at me in the rear-view mirror of my truck. It’s not a camping backpack, nor is it a high schooler’s bookbag. It is a monstrosity made for holding over one hundred pounds, and carried for miles by the infantryman Marine or soldier. Its straps, though appearing…

Billy The Silly Marine

I think every group of people has one. Whether it’s a committee in an office, a group of construction workers, a ministry team, or in this case, a four-man infantry team, there’s that one guy. He’s simply known as “That Guy.” Who is That Guy? He’s the one about whom you have to say, “Don’t be…

Snapshots of My Mother; A Legacy of Love

Much of what I have written has been focused on masculinity, fatherhood, and marriage. As a result, I can tend to neglect (in writing) the impact of a mother, but I could never, ever deny the lasting evidence of my mom in my life. If I were to take two words to describe my mother,…

Throat Punched By Satan

In the winter of 2005, I was in a Scout Sniper team with Echo Company, Second Battalion, Seventh Marine Regiment (E Co. 2/7). During the balmy last months of the year, we were languishing in a little section of Iraq called The Zaidon. Not “Zaidon,” it was “The Zaidon.” I still have no idea why. Compared…

A Nerd Too Far

It was 2002, and I was near a dangerous cliff. It wasn’t one made of stone and earth, but a pivotal point in my life where one step in the wrong direction would have taken me into a life too dark and terrible to bear.I wouldn’t say I’m proud to be a nerd. It is,…

God For A Day

Once upon a time in the far-away land of a central Indiana high school, there was a kid on the wrestling team. I’ll call him Stuffy McBooplesnoot. Allow me, please, to paint a work picture of this exquisite specimen rolling around our wrestling mats.He was 44% body fat. That’s almost half of his body mass…

Enter The Fudge Dragon

By Guest Author Matt Coffey The following is a story written by my brother on the joys of parenting. If you like the story, share it and like it so that he will hopefully keep writing stuff like this.  So my two-year-old came downstairs from his nap the other day, naked from the waist down….

A Legitimate Use For Hipsters

I had an existential moment over Thanksgiving weekend. I visited my cousin’s apartment, and realized that he is, in fact, Nash Bridges in skinny jeans. The place was a glorious collection of eclectic instruments, photographs, furniture, and a bunch of other weird crap I don’t have a name for. I’m pretty sure there were tribal…

Knife Fight With Mickey Mouse Pt. 2

STOP. If you haven’t read part one¬†yet, go do it right now. Inside was the biggest mouse I had ever seen. Now I’m not talking about a rat. I’ve seen rats. They have the pointy ears, mean snarls, shifty eyes, and are often seen wearing red robes and surrounded by four teenage turtles. This was…

Knife Fight With Mickey Mouse

June 2005 My team leader peered through the scope of the rifle at the objective. His position was backed away from the cinder block-framed window and surrounded by a spider’s nest of mosquito netting. Our radio operator sat under a hole in the concrete wall as he spoke in hushed tones into our 119 Alpha…

Jump School and Chill with GW

Did I ever tell you about the time I met President Bush? I didn’t?! Well, strap yourselves in and grab a cold one, because it’s time for another STORYTIME WITH NATE!    I know this was your reaction to reading that So there I was, in jump school… No seriously. In 2007, I was freezing…