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I've found that attitude to be the difference between flying home second class and flying home air freight.
I don't have any problem wearing my dress blues or flashing the military ID to get myself a discount at the movies... I truly am proud of my service to the country. But the way that I served wasn't, well... glamorous at all.
I signed up for free college, not because I wanted to be heroic. Would I still have signed up if I had turned 18 after the war began? I don't know.
Then, everybody thinks that killing is black and white. Either you're justified or you're not. Not even close. Making a split second decision that decides the fate and future of a grief-stricken twelve year old that just picked up his fallen father's rifle and started shooting... not in the Marine Corps brochure. The recruiter won't tell you that you'll find yourself killing a young woman because one of your squadmates saw a flash of metal and yelled "GUN!"
Then there's the relgious aspect of it, for those that believe in God. Will you be judged on intentions or just on the outcome? If the latter, is every good deed I do from now until my death for naught? The worst part of it, though, is that I don't seem to have the nightmares or the remorse everyone else does. I'm able to shirk it off, to file the bad memories away, and to say that I was just doing my job. Does that make me a bad person, that I don't feel bad for what I've done? When I face my maker, when he asks me if I feel bad about killing a fucking
kid, when I have to look him in the eye and say no, that I don't feel anything at all... what then?
This is just soooooo fucked up, but thanks for listening to me piss and moan.
Now back to the porn forum, before I lose my semi-boner!
Or maybe I'll just stop by Amy's house....