“Will you still hold me, when you see what I have done? Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victim’s blood?”
The second article in a three-piece series that showcases the inept hilarity of US diplomacy in the most volatile places on the map.
Eventually, you will be brought to a moment in time where you will have to make a decision. Maybe it will be in freezing water, as you get pounded by six foot breakers and you don’t know how you are going to make it for three more hours or even three more minutes. Maybe it will be in a sweltering jungle, covered in tics and beyond exhaustion, as you try to re-adjust the hundred pound ruck on your back and wonder how you are going to make it four more clicks.
Life has a true lack of defining moments. We don't get the epic battle cry, or the final hard push to life happily ever after. We get a grind, a day in and day out need to work. If we want to get ahead, we have to grind it out even harder
War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.
Sometimes you gotta fight for your right to hang out and talk about how you wish a motherfucker would...
I woke up this morning and as custom, scrolled through my newsfeed. As I shuffled through old pictures of people in their uniforms, I came across a post by a well-known veteran’s page and read his update concerning Veteran’s Day.