This is my first time back since I’m not sure how long. I’m out of the army now and have been Honorably Discharged. It’s a bittersweet realization that I’ve come to that no one will automatically respect me because of the stripes that adorn my chest.
What was it for? What did I accomplish? These are questions I asked myself up to that final day. I didn’t help anyone on those war torn bullshit countries. They didn’t want help. I didn’t “protect” Americas freedom in which I keep getting thanked for doing by over weight middle classers that wouldn’t send their kids to war if they had to.
What I did accomplish though is I grew tremendously as a person. I’ve become the man I’ve always wanted to be. My very soul has be tempered in the fires of war…. LITERALLY. I’m stronger then I have ever been and can think under pressure unlike some average joe on the street.
Am I thankful for it? Yes, and I would do it again in a heart beat. You don’t know what true brotherhood is until you’ve been behind cover with someone laughing and making the most of an otherwise dark situation.
So I guess this starts a new chapter of my life.