“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?”
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.
“We are the rose, that grew from the crack in the concrete.”
-Memphis May Fire
Lately there’s been a myriad of internet patriots screaming for our return to Iraq. The case is for the United states to send troops and equipment back into the same country we quietly left years ago. The purpose of this proposal is to destroy ISIS, ISIL, IS…whatever you want to call them. I’ve seen so many moto pics of guys in their living rooms, dressed in full battle-rattle, talking hard about signing up to go “back over.”
The running joke in the SOF communities is the last hard BRC/BUD’s/ITC/Q-Course was the one you graduated from. It seems the older generation in communities always like to point down at the younger generation at how much easier they have it.
“I hope you make peace with your pain, and never lose your flames.”
We’ve sat back and watched the whole VA debacle unfold in the last few months. I’ve kept my commentary to myself until the story developed and I could break it down. Now, I still don’t think we have the full story, we probably never will.
The incredible thing about American Snipers is their legitimate care for our guys abroad. After talking to Brian on the phone for over an hour I heard stories of guys calling from overseas looking for gear the military just could not afford. In recent years our economy has felt the decade of war, and some tools of the trade just are not available to all.
If your degree is in a technical or scientific field, the value of a degree is fairly apparent. We as a society don’t want people without training as engineers to be the ones designing bridges. The value in a liberal arts degree, however, is less straight forward. Like it or not, having a degree is the basic level of entry for many jobs.
“I think he’s just got a bloody nose, and he’s being weak. Throw him back in the pool.” Those were the first words I heard from a SARC when I was just a roper in BRC.