Saturday, July 25, 2009

Rehab hurts sometimes...

I started not so long ago and the first couple of days were hell. My legs were so sore that I could barely walk. I'm not sure how long it will hurt until it doesn't. I'm scared that I won't be able to run anymore. Damn my knees. I feel like a weak branch that wants to snap. But alas, I can't give up. I will feel like a coward and a hypocrite if I give up. Tonight is another regiment of my work out. I guess I'll see how this session goes.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Time passes slowly...

... When I'm not at drill. It seems as if I don't want the time to go slow sometimes and yet my nerves get all up tight with anxiousness. I enjoy (sometimes more than others) the way I feel at drill. Accepted, welcome, wanted even. Its an odd feeling. I won't be there in August but I want to be. I'll be up north til at least mid August. One thing I can't stand is the fact that sometimes they don't seem to want to pay you. Peeves me like none other. Then they won't answer their phones or respond to emails. Why do I enjoy it so much? Beats the hell out of me. But I do and I can't help it. We're formed this way in basic. Its branded on us and we're different afterwards. Somethings are hard to change. Alas, we remain true to our nature. Hooah.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Love and Hate Relationship

It seems more or less nowadays that if you ask someone about their experience in the military you'll get mixed reviews. Some people are die hard "hoorah go military", or "hate it don't want to go back in" and then you have over half the population who are in between soldiers. The ones who love what they do when they do it but hate it if something goes wrong.
Say your in the Guard or Reserves and have to go once a month for training. You hate that you have to get up early to drive to your unit to play soldier and dress up funny. When you arrive your mindset changes and you switch into soldier mode and you get hyped up and there's a light in your eyes saying you're glad you dragged yourself there. At the end of the day, you're drained from work or the lack of work and bull shitting with your friends who you trust for no other reason than to protect you. You leave, shower, and lay down at night and can't wait for the morning to come. At the end of the second day you say your goodbyes and say you can't wait for next month but in reality you know what will happen. Its a repeating occurrence that doesn't seem to go away. The only thing to keep you in the military is those good times you've had, the ones you want to experience, and the thought of "without the military where would I be?".
At least thats how it seems to go for me. I have a love/hate relationship with the National Guard. The one thing I want to do is serve along side my comrades in battle, to put my faith in them to keep me safe and them to do the same for me. When you get injured before even setting foot in the desert its a sad and maddening feeling. I have to go through so many processes to get my commanders to sign off on me going to the big sand box across the atlantic. I will go. Promise. When I go home, however, it seems to change. I enjoy the civilian life and freedom and dread the authority issues I'll have once I return to duty. About a week before drill it changes yet again. I speak to my friends who will be there and make plans for the weekend and talk generally about if we're ready for drill. I start getting excited, the uniform changes you some how.
I can remember when I returned home from basic training. I thought I hadn't changed, I was the same old me. Little did I know that I had changed and my friends seemed different to me. They were immature and didn't seem to realize that life was around the corner and the horrors that could be seen. It amazed me at how trivial things seemed to me now that were once so important. I ended up hating civilians for their lack of understanding. The only conversations I seemed comfortable talking were related to military or war. If I met another person in the military I lit up like the sun and beamed at the ease of the conversation that seemed to flow between us but when it was over it was like the sun was doused by a huge wave leaving me bare and vulnerable to the world around me. Strange, yes.
Now, three years and 3 months after enlisting, things seem different. I realize that without the military I'd have huge amounts of student loans verse little amounts. I am proud to serve my country even though I don't always agree with what our leaders put us through. They mean well even if its retarded and we can see that its retarded.

Monday, July 6, 2009

The War

I remember one email I received like it was yesterday. It was sent to me from one of my battle buddies from basic training. The email gave an in depth description of a woman's dinner. She was dinning alone because her husband was at war in Iraq. A couple tables over sat two soldiers in uniform and yet straight across from the woman sat a group of gentleman discussing the war. The gentleman were bashing soldiers and their blind faith and unwavering commitment to the cause. It cause upset in the woman who's husband was fighting for their very right to speak freely as they were. The soldiers were also uncomfortable and looking at their plates as if they wanted to leave instead of eating. After enough bashing of the US military the woman stood up walked over to the table of gentleman and told them that her husband was fighting for their freedom and that they should never bash the names of those who serve our country. They should never slander the name of the US military because without someone to fight the war, the war would be in our yard instead of theirs. Fuming and upset the woman walked back to her seat and sat down. She asked the waiter for her bill when she was told that the bill was taken care of already. The soldiers thanked her and said that it wasn't them who paid for her meal but they tried to but they were beat to the punch by a retired veteran and his wife.

The moral to this story is simple. We may not all agree with the war but there are people who are thankful for the men and women who serve to protect the very rights that most people abuse. Just because you have the right to express against the war doesn't in anyway mean that you should. No matter how much you protest and complain its still going to happen. Just be glad that its on their turf and not ours. Imagine all the innocents that would die if the war was on our soil. I think people should shut their mouths, honestly. Go live in a neutral country if you don't want war. Screw your thoughts about peace. There can be NO PEACE without any thoughts or actions of WAR!!!