December 2010
8 posts
“When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a...”
– 1 Corinthians 13:11
Sky is Falling. →
Separation.
I miss all of you. I can’t fucking handle this type of life. I’m too used to the simpleness of military living. There is a purpose to everything, nothing that is done is pointless, nothing you own is superfluous. I miss my brothers, I miss long days in the saddle. I miss my feet hurting and my lungs burning. This war may be over for me, but it lives on in my heart. I’ve had no...
Homecoming.
It’s strange being here. I’m home, with family and friends. Nothing has changed, yet this town is not the same. Same cars, same people, but I guess I just don’t look at it the same way. Perhaps I’m being overly cautious about things. I feel the need to relax, to enjoy everything as it comes. I just want to let things happen the way they should, but I’m too used to a...
Truth.
Getting mad while in the Infantry is like pissing yourself in a dark suit. Only you feel it and no one really notices.
Gahhh!
I love that girl. She has no idea yet, but in January, I’m going to show her. <3
For the record.
Four days remaining until I begin my long journey back from the dead. I will never forget those brothers I had the honor of fighting next to, Afghan and American. The hardest men I’ve ever I have ever met in my life are Afghan. To my good friend Jaweed, Good luck. I’ll never forget your courage, and your outright disreguard for your own life. Perhaps you had watched to many American...