Wow.
Honestly, I expected more out of you. Im sure your better than all of this childish nonsense so stop making yourself look like a desperate broken hearted 13 year old. Shit happens. That is the cold harsh reality of life.
Honestly, I expected more out of you. Im sure your better than all of this childish nonsense so stop making yourself look like a desperate broken hearted 13 year old. Shit happens. That is the cold harsh reality of life.
Ive watched this man drag the burnt mutilated corpse of his brother out of a vehicle destroyed by an IED, ive watched him slowly lose his mind in the desolate wasteland that has claimed the lives of a few of his brothers, ive watched him fall in love and have his heart ripped from his chest and shattered into a million pieces, ive watched one of the most amazing people I will ever have the honor of knowing put it back together, ive watched his brain bleed from a deadly explosion going off right in his face on more than one occasion, ive watched him take the life of the enemy, and ive watched him make one of the hardest decisions of his life in breaking up with one Ariana McZeal. Ive watched him cry and hate himself for ever hurting something so beautiful, And now i will watch all of the people who will never understand half of what we have seen hate on something that they can barely comprehend. Go fuck yourself you fucking terds :)
Haha, im taking my new room mate who is a private fresh out of basic training and doesnt know anything about the army or these nurnburg streets. He reminds me alot of me back when i was just a little “Joe Shmoe” right outta basic training. Im gonna show him where to go and where not to go, what to say and what not to say. If hes a quick learner then it should be an awesome weekend. Its time to pass the torch.
Today was retarded. Everyone from my squad and I were promoted to the rank of “Specialist” yesterday, and our squad leader made us feel like we didnt deserve it, like we werent watching his back and performing like some fucking champions the entire time we were in Afganistan… I have nothing but love and respect for each and every one of my brothers who went into the “sandbox” with me and even more respect for the ones who couldnt make it back, the ones who made the ultimate sacrifice. We could have been a part of those unlucky few who didnt make it back… But we arent, we survived. For what though? just to be disrespected and treated like nobodys? Fuck that.
So I have heard nothing but good things about tumblr and a good friend of mine convinced me to create one :) Now im just trying to figure it out. Im laying in my barracks room with my Beats blasting some Bob Marley in my ears, sipping on some arizona green tea (that stuff is the bomb diggity), and wasting time.