Rain... The green-ness that is Washington State... Slug-buggin' it with mah woman... Making plans to travel and ACTUALLY traveling... Kicking arrogant SOBs in the groin when they're down because they deserve it... The Pacific Ocean and all the territories it touches... Hookahs in the desert... Finally "finding myself" about 5,000 miles away from home only to have to wait over a year to get on with my life... Seeing and doing shit in places no one else wants to be because they're all talk and no walk... Foreign languages... The stories I hear from others like me and the ones I tell to others... Breakfast at midnight after a long night of blowing shit up at Point-No-Point... Proving Alison wrong and still finding myself losing to her in all our mind games... Blankets and pillows... Finding resolution in chaos... Corn Pops... Schmoozing... Fishing for "rockmail" in the 140+ degree heat...
"And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives... You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty... We use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!"Fuck yeah...
Todos con subtitulos son bienvenidos conmigo...
Everyone I served with in Iraq. Everyone who have gone before and after me in Iraq. And above all those who will never come home from Iraq.