May the heroes be remembered and the villians forgotten. An indescribable sacrifice for the freedom their country and the lives of many others. There isn't a damn thing more selfless than what the heroes have done.
May the heroes be remembered and the villians forgotten. An indescribable sacrifice for the freedom
Thanks. No matter how many times I hear "Thanks for your service" it still fills me with a mix of pride and regret.
The pride comes from service, which I would never change even if I could. The regret comes from knowing there are fellow brothers (and sisters) still being wounded, KIA, or MIA for reasons they can't change.
I can still remember the day I stood with a bunch of other scared, yet eager, recruits and promised to "support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic..." (Yeah, that's just a small part of the Oath, but it kinda sums up what we all agreed to do.) I still wear a POW-MIA patch on my leathers in honor & respect for those that never made it home.
Sorry if that got a little long-winded... I guess I should have just said, "Thanks!" and shut up. heh heh.
Thanks. No matter how many times I hear "Thanks for your service" it still fills me with a mix of p
*HUGS* I was scared shit when I enlisted. Then when I arrived in Fort Benning, I went "WTF did I just get myself into??" XD But I don't regret joining the Army when I did. ^^
*HUGS* I was scared shit when I enlisted. Then when I arrived in Fort Benning, I went "WTF did I jus
I only lasted 7 months and 1 day. Got injured one week into basic and the injuries worsened with each passing week. Got tons of flak from my battle buddies and the cadre; they thought I was faking it. Then the PTRP doctors and the bone scan I received at Martin Army Hospital shut them up. It was bittersweet; I was hoping to stay in the Army longer.
I only lasted 7 months and 1 day. Got injured one week into basic and the injuries worsened with eac
I did 8 years and injured my knee in a training exercise. It was bad enough that after surgery & rehab, I was given the option of being sent home or going back through accelerated Basic (to make sure my knee would handle the stress.) I chose to go home to be with my wife. I spent 5 weeks as a "broke dick" and I got my paperwork signed, then headed home. No banners, no fanfare. My wife and a friend picked me up at the airport... I rode with him and she drove home alone. Needless to say, she told me she wanted a divorce. She told me (because of my training -- Recon) she claimed she was scared of me. Funny thing is, it didn't bother me that much.
I focused on the elderly lady that sat next to me on the flight. She was traveling with her young grandson. I was dressed in my Class A's and her grandson saluted me. I laughed and told him, "You don't have to salute me, I work for a living." (Conditioned response of enlisted personnel...) The lady asked me if I was going home, how long I had been in, where I had been stationed, etc. She showed me so much respect, I didn't know how to react. I kept telling her, "I was just doing my job, Ma'am..."
After that flight, my (now) ex-wife's crap didn't bother me too much. heh heh.
I did 8 years and injured my knee in a training exercise. It was bad enough that after surgery & re
After I got home, the drama surrounding me got worse. You'd think some furs would recognize I sacrificed civilian time to try and better my life. I hit rock-bottom and did my best to turn things around for me (and others). Strangely, I still picture myself in uniform walking those steep hills going on weekend pass. I still vividly remember how each road and hill looked. All those winding roads and grassy areas. Totally separated from the outside world. Phenomenal. It's like I never left.
After I got home, the drama surrounding me got worse. You'd think some furs would recognize I sacrif
