Most people got through life and only
really know sacrifice through the actions of others. We talk of the
things that are worthy of sacrifice and I will say most of you have
it completely fucking wrong. They speak mighty words of self
importance and take ownership of deeds, like they were fucking there.
Because your brothers friends cousin from high school was on a cruise
ship in the gulf when the rest of the big boys were living in a shit
hole that smelled like a rancid dead truckers ass. You see the
sacrifice was not just the time that people shot at you. The
sacrifice was not about all the yellow ribbon barbeques held in your
honor that you had to miss. It sure as hell was not yours to claim,
or say that you had a part of this just because you went to Wally
World and bought a yellow magnet to slap on the back of your sheep
hauler.
You see what the real sacrifice was,
well it was in the time you spent waiting. It was in all the lines.
It was in the process of the process that the mighty military machine
rolls on. Fill this form, wait here. You can't go until everyone is
ready. It was in those things that people will not understand that
could not be there. The short cans of bliss we called RipIt's. It was
in that banner of truth and justice we call the PT belt. It was in
some desk jockey TOC roach, yelling at you for having your sunglasses
around your neck, on your head, or sticking out of a pocket after you
just spent those hours he was getting his failed attempt at beauty
sleep riding in an oven on wheels just waiting for some guy to take a
shot at you that you will never hear coming.
It is in that you find true sacrifice.
I truly believe that the military is compromised of the nations
elite, simply based on our ability to creatively deal with bullshit
that most people in the rest of the world would not, or could not,
understand. The sacrifice of your sanity, and the sacrifice of you
ability to relate to anyone else after this experience. The constant
state of high alert that rarely results in these glorious actions
that other people had before you. Its that paranoia of garbage on the
side of the road. Its hating a whole fucking culture because they
took away the innocent joy of your favorite holiday, because
fireworks now make you think other things for the first few seconds.
You get to hear about how assholes that
never seen a military contract want to change or modify yours and not
release you from your obligation in the process. Yeah you all want
your free health care, well let me grab my helmet because I will go
fight for you to get retarded shit. Our country can barely pay its
contracts and obligations to those that it said it would, and now
they want to renege on that agreement and start making the VA take
co-pays. Yet we just say yes sir, keep our heads down and bitch
about it under muttered breath. This is yet another sacrifice that
you guys will not understand.
If I hear one more politician talk
about all the sacrifices Americans have to make in order to restore
the country to its rightful place, well that is when I see a lot of
us not bowing our heads anymore. I see us lowering our shoulders and
taking a T-Rex like posture that others will call the low ready, and
the civilian call of duty playing ass hats. Seriously if one more
person tells me how much of a sniper bad ass they are, or how they
are so gonna own the world around them with their ninja skills, it
just makes me check if the weapon is on safe. Its a slow slide of the
thumb to correct that, and so many other things wrong with the world.
You see the sacrifice is not yours to
claim. It is not yours to wave around with pride. You are not my
fucking family. If you are in my family than my honor is yours to
share, but even this the sacrifice is mine or solely that of the
person that actually made the damn sacrifice. So please stop telling
me you understand. Please stop telling me all the great ideas you
have to fix shit. Understand I actually have not issues with my job.
Understand that I look forward to the next time my country calls. I
look forward setting in dark places with those of higher character. I
look forward to being free of broken promise. I look forward to the
sacrifice of sanity. I look forward to a gaggle fuck reigned tightly
by a PT belt wear sunglasses in the middle of the night on the way to
the port-a-shitter.
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