posted on Aug, 25 2009 @ 10:57 AM
I guess I will introduce myself, as this is the introduction forum. My name is as it says for my alias, I am 40 some odd years old. I was born outside
of Tehran, I am Persian. My mother was an amazing woman, very radical for her time, my father went to go work for the Republican Guard (back when
outsiders could work in Iraq) in order to put food in my sister and mine's stomachs. We moved to America when I was 5, and when I was 18 I went to go
work for the DoD as a translator and logistics personnel. I was a translator of ancient Mesopotamian artifacts and I had a really small office in the
basement of Ft Patrick, a base right above Coco Beach in Florida. I worked there for 5 years, until I pissed them off to much.
Instead of firing me they decided to stick me in the field, they realized they paid me too much and there was a reason for it. They required that I go
through Paris Island, prototype and advanced weapons and vehicular training at Great Lakes, and SEREs school. I was attached to the First of the First
MEU (Marine Expeditionary Unit) and into Force Recon. I spent 17 years roaming through Iraq, Iran, Syria, Lebanon, Anatolia (turkey), over to
Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, back over to UAE, Qatar, Saudi, Egypt, all in this little LAV-25 we upscounded from its AMPHIB unit.
The marines were my bodyguards, I was a translator/ scientist and some natives in that part of the world disagree with those sort of things. I am
missing half of my right shoulder blade and had over 300 shards of shrapnel in my back, I still have over a dozen shards in my spine. This happened
when someone decided to act unfavorably upon our little LAV. I had to have 4 inches of my sternum cut back because 6 rounds of 7.62mm was shot through
my right side, 3 exited my left side, leaving 3 rounds for me to dig out myself as the female Master Chief was tending to a soldier who was shot in
the neck...apparently I was lower on the triage list. My right leg was crushed and mangled in an accident leaving me on the verge of having it
amputated, I blackmailed the government in order for them not to remove it. It now had all fake muscle called Myomar, and the bones from the middle of
my thigh down are sheathed in titanium, the bones are dead and rotted now I am sure but I can still walk so who cares (all for the price of signing
away my right to medical benefits).
When I got back I spent 5 years in an office doing what I did before I left, 5 very safe years... But I decided to retire from them after more
disagreements on how other departments should be run.
I have my masters in Genetic Recoding, my PHD in Genesynthesis, and I am working on a second PHD in "god to man interactions of the ancient
Mesopotamians and Anatolians" to compliment my job as a translator of Cunieform. I currently work as a contractor for the University of Chicago,
heading up research & development on the COX gene (might make for a good thread one day)
I am married to a beautiful woman who specializes in Ancient Warfare and is currently trying to finish her education, she is an amazing woman who has
taken in good stride all the crazy things that entered her world when she accepted mine.
Currently I am working on a book to tell all my dirty little secrets, that currently only the people I used to work for, my wife, and myself, are
aware of. I highly doubt it will ever reach printing before it is snatched up, like all other works of truth, but it would be unethical for me not to
try... plus I might be able to pull some strings hehe.
I look forward to interacting with people here on ATS giving my advice and wisdom to those few who might hear it, I tend to be quite Bardly in my
ways, my wife has tired of hearing my stories over and over again lol.
To all a good one.
Edit for spelling
[edit on 25-8-2009 by Aziroth]
[edit on 25-8-2009 by Aziroth]