You didn’t deserve what I did to you. You were an unlucky pick for the twisted mindset I had. To find out if I could even reach my goal, I sacrificed your real feelings and emotions and met them with my fake ones. I have no excuses. No matter what, it was still fucked up. I’ve been told I was broken at the time, that I was full of hate and regret and subconsciously wanted to inflict it onto someone else, and that I just didn’t give a fuck. It does not matter what it was, it was still no excuse for what I did. I could have been stronger and played the game differently, but I dropped the ball on that one. I used you. You should not have gone through that. It was wrong and I admit that. I’m truly sorry for what I did to you. I don’t ask for forgiveness. I ask you take this to heart and know that I mean it. This is not what it was before, this is real.
Rocking the blue jumpsuit. Before starting this shitty ass night time crew working party. Whooo! No sleep for a week!
I stood my second “honor our fallen brothers” ceremony. I watched the casket being carried as it passed me and while I saluted it hit me a little harder than it did last time. So much in fact, that it broke my focus and I accidently shot my arm down after receiving the command “Order Arms” instead of easing it back down to my side lol.
I didn’t know the Marine. I know his name though. His name was Sgt Julian Chase.
I don’t know anything about him besides that. I do know however that he left behind his moms and his old man, as well as the rest of his family.
I wonder in his last moments before his helo crashed, if he regretted not being able to tell his parents or whoever in his family that he loved them one last time before he headed off to his mission.
These thoughts will haunt me.
Haven’t been on in a while.
I’ll post some Afghanistan shit up on this biiiiihhhh
Civilains look Asian but they speak Russian.
That shit cray.
After that we Afghanistan bound.
Yeeaaaah buddddyyyy. CAN’T STOP THIS!!!