It's odd. I often talk about a lot of my military experience. Especially with vets, because we understand each other.
However, I most hate to talk about my military experience with vets, because of some of the other memories it brings forth.
So, I mostly don't talk about it, unless I'm drinking, and then there's still some stuff I won't talk about. Brooding in my beer, as they say. Don't get me wrong. I'm proud of my service, and I've done a ridiculous amount of cool things that most will never imagine.
That's kind of the extent of my usual conversation, though. The cool things, and how there's more, but I won't talk about it.
I'm not sure why I wrote this, but it means enough to me to actually post it. For those who care, my first posting after AIT was in Panama, for Operation Just Cause. Then some time at Fort Lewis. Then off to Saudi, for Operations Desert Shield and Storm. Then a short stint at Fort Lewis again, then off to South Korea, to a place called Wonju. Then the Army didn't need me anymore. Phased out MOS - I could choose kitchen, infantry, or get out. Honestly, by that point, I was ready to get out.
When things started happening again, in the Middle East, I wanted to rejoin, to be back with my brothers and sisters. To be with them when the shit hit the fan. To be there and protect them, take the hits with them, teach them how we could survive, and even enjoy the experience. I was a single dad by then, though. I had other responsibilities.
There are days that I miss it, the brotherhood in arms. I guess this is one of them, or I wouldn't be posting this.
However, I most hate to talk about my military experience with vets, because of some of the other memories it brings forth.
So, I mostly don't talk about it, unless I'm drinking, and then there's still some stuff I won't talk about. Brooding in my beer, as they say. Don't get me wrong. I'm proud of my service, and I've done a ridiculous amount of cool things that most will never imagine.
That's kind of the extent of my usual conversation, though. The cool things, and how there's more, but I won't talk about it.
I'm not sure why I wrote this, but it means enough to me to actually post it. For those who care, my first posting after AIT was in Panama, for Operation Just Cause. Then some time at Fort Lewis. Then off to Saudi, for Operations Desert Shield and Storm. Then a short stint at Fort Lewis again, then off to South Korea, to a place called Wonju. Then the Army didn't need me anymore. Phased out MOS - I could choose kitchen, infantry, or get out. Honestly, by that point, I was ready to get out.
When things started happening again, in the Middle East, I wanted to rejoin, to be back with my brothers and sisters. To be with them when the shit hit the fan. To be there and protect them, take the hits with them, teach them how we could survive, and even enjoy the experience. I was a single dad by then, though. I had other responsibilities.
There are days that I miss it, the brotherhood in arms. I guess this is one of them, or I wouldn't be posting this.