Cpl (Ret) J. Kirk

Cpl J. Kirk will be attending. Respectfully requesting Section Lead for Rush

F-35 pilot slot please. If not open I will be attending.

Requesting Zulu team sniper

Gamer Name: LCpl J. Kirk Date of Ban: 02FEB2020 ArmA, Teamspeak, or Both?: Arma 15th MEU Public Server ArmA ID: 76561198146204685 Reason for Ban: Friendly Fire, Griefing Comments: I apologize for my actions. It has brought ill light towards the unit. I know as a member of the 15th I shouldn't have been screwing around like I did. There's a time and a place for everything and this wasn't it. I will learn from this and conduct myself better in the future. I do also apologize for all those involved.

disregard

Katie, Hey sis. I know its been a while since I called home to Mama and Papa. We recently got deployed to a new island. It’s a mess down here. (Please don’t tell mama because I know she’ll freak) During our first mission we suffered heavy hits all across the board. Don’t worry I’m fine. Maybe a few more scars to add to my collection. But the boys, even through all their joking, were nervous. Things went south. A lot of stuff happened. To put it bluntly a guy I was talking to for five minutes I had to kill only 2 minutes afterwards. I still think about his family that he left behind. After that mission I was on recovery for the next one. The nurses were nice. All navy and some good looking gals at that minus the Doc’s. It was a nice little recovery though I heard my boys got slammed hard. Luckily I have a hard charger of a Sgt underneath me that lead the boys. We’re still under strengthed but I heard that they did amazingly even with their big ass guns. We just had a mission. I can give all the details but your brother managed to keep out of harms way even though I was looking for trouble to make sure my guys were safe. We had a few guys come and latch onto us and they did well too. Although one was Everett, that asshat and I keep finding each other. It’s crazy. Although he did get his toe ran over by a vehicle today. But we all made it out alive today without major injuries so thats good. Can you let mama know that I won’t be able to call her back for a bit? I know she began majorly worrying about me ever since I joined as an 0331. But my guys need me. Even as a lower rank they always look up to me. Seeking me out for advice. Hell even some of the other marines look towards me for guidance. It’s what I have to do now. This is my life again. But as their squad leader I have to be that beacon. Also low key can you send some more poki’s? I miss that shit ever since I left Oki. Your Borther, Johnny

Requesting swap to Gunfighter 1-4 Co-Pilot. Clark and I are swapping spots

I would love to see one of these made for 4-1!

Papa, How are my sisters doing? I hear Katie should be starting her second year here in the next month. Some days I wish I would have just took my ROTC scholarship to Norwich and became an officer. But here I am stuck with the boots on the ground. Shit’s rough here. I didn’t want to tell Mama but during our last large scale operation. But my MRAP actually got hit by an RPG. Luckily our doc was there to get us all patched up. Just some minor cuts and burns other than that I’m fine. Nothing like almost dying in Greece while acting as a medic on the first helicopter ride ever like Uncle Tom. I still carry that coin he gave me back in 2015 when I first joined. How’s Kelly doing? I hear she’s killing it in Rugby for the Highschool. Like father like son like sister. She was always a chip off the old block like me. Mama always said me and her were a clone of each other just born at different times and different genders. So a little update after sending mama that letter I was officially mate the Team Leader for 4-1-1A and by buddy Rhoades got promoted up to Squad Leader because Rush got moved up to Platoon Sergeant for Archer 1. Though they did some restructuring and now my squad falls under Archer 1. It’s reassuring that i know I’m still under Rush. That man has helped me through a lot of hard times. Even for me coming in initially before him then I get out and get back in it’s nice having someone that shares my common mindset and has my back no matter what corner I’m in. Rhoades has been doing a good job of stepping up even though he’s younger than me. But he’s doing a good job. Well I got a new Pvt just the other day. Cloud. Goofy mofo but he’s good. Got him spun up and looks like he’s gonna do well. Has high spirits about the whole ordeal. He’s so happy go lucky that I don’t want to ruin that spirit. At the same time I don’t want to get his hopes up that he’ll get home safe. I’ve had friends before that haven’t come home. The toughest thing here is not the enemy. It’s gathering their belongings and writing home to their family that their boy didn’t make it. Well some of the boy’s got some liquor for us so here’s to all them and the ones I knew that didn’t make it. Well I’m gonna end the letter here and join my guys for a bit of a good night in country. Your Son, Bub

Requesting Gunfighter 1-5 Co-Pilot

Mama, How are the pups? I’m sure Stitch misses me cuddling with him when I was on my lunch break’s. He sure has gotten big. I know I said the last time I would write a letter to ya was if I had no other means of hearing from ya. But like I just told Sarah I had join back up once I heard my boys were going back into a dangerous zone. When I joined back up Sgt Rush was their to greet me in country. Just a few weeks after that he went to our sister grunt unit. Though recently my MG section got paired up with our sister grunt unit and Rush was our Plt Sgt so no need to worry he’ll keep us safe in Weaps Plt. I can’t remember the last day I held stitch. Every day smashes into the next and I’m starting to forget. I remember when ranger first had the pups and stitch went right to my hand. That pup had the fight in him just like I had when I was younger. Haha imagine that. Mama sometimes I’m scared. As a prior service member sometimes I’m expected to step up. Lead a squad as a PFC when I got guys that are Sgt’s And Cpl’s that are my age. All these guys give their lives and their futures to me. It’s a scary thought. I don’t want to let them down. Most of our new guys meet me and ask what they should expect in country and I can’t give them a straight answer because I want to make sure these boys get home safe. Rush has caught me on several occasions lost in nothing but a loop of turmoil because I want to bring these boys home safe. I know what it’s like to come home without a scratch on me but these guys are so new they haven’t got dust on their cammies. I’m scared. I love you Mama. Your son, John

Sarah, I know I said my last letter I would write was 4 years ago. But, when I heard that my brothers were going off to a new conflict zone I had to get back behind the reigns again. I’m with a new section this time. Weapons platoon so don’t worry, I’ll be far off from the front line compared to last time when I was with the grunt guys. The guys are great. Real bunch of odd balls but I love them like my old unit. We got a bunch of boots in our squad. Real uneasy bunch. Hiett spends too much time on the trigger. I’m constantly yelling at him to ease up on it. Mashburn reminds me a lot of Sander except on the opposite spectrum. Always way too close but not what I want him to do. From what I hear Rhoades just got back in country the other day but I haven’t seen him yet. Writing these letters in this heat is hard. I’m constantly dripping sweat onto the paper. Always sitting on stand by waiting for a unit to request for our assistance. Babe, it must be so easy being in the riflemen squad because you no longer have to lug around a 249. Then again I’m not the one carrying our 240’s. I miss you Sarah. Yesterday was our 6th year together. All the guys gave me some massive flak when I showed them a picture of you I always keep in that little pouch you got me. Saying stuff like “your new and only love is the 240.” They truly are a special bunch. But we have a good crew and we haven’t really been hit too hard. I’ll spare you some of the details so your heart doesn’t explode from worry. Well, anyways I have to wrap this letter up Sweetheart we’re about to go out on another little mission. I love you hun. Yours truly, John

WolfPack 3-1 copilot please