Shit life makes me say #7

For the first time in six years, I woke up in a civilian home, thinking I was still in basic.

Sheesh. This is taking its toll on me.

I never wanted him to go through what I went through back there. It's not as easy as it seems. It's not as easy as they lead us to believe.

I was so scared. It was the worst of times and yet... I'll give them props for rebuilding me to the person I am today. I wouldn't have been able to adapt as easily or assimilate into my new environment as I've done here.

I just don't know. It sort of sucks to see this happen... but at the same time, you do what you must.

I'd be a total hypocrite if I tried to stop him. I've done my fair share of service... but at the cost of so many things. The very same things that I don't want him to lose.

I worked so hard. I made so many sacrifices to protect the ones I love... my friends and my family just so they don't have to be put through the same shit I chose to put myself through to ensure that they'd be able to sleep at night... safe and soundly.

I don't know. We do what we must. We do want we think is right.

Duty calls. And so, I, too, must play my part.

Fucking jody calls. Pfft. Whatever.