So here's the deal: once upon a time a rock careening through the cosmos drifted close enough to a massive, naturally occurring instance of nuclear fusion to cook up an atmosphere and spawn organic consciousness, all so we could bear witness to the magnitude of existence.
The second article in a three-piece series that showcases the inept hilarity of US diplomacy in the most volatile places on the map.
I think it’s time we address something else separate from the last two pieces. Rather than addressing the interior issues, the mental ones, we need to take a hard look at the way others perceive us. There is a stigma attached to vets that I have seen perpetuated by some of our own.
The question blew my mind, and still does. At twenty years old, having just gone to war, lost friends, and come back, it absolutely astounded me that adults in my own country did not know where we were fighting a very publicized war.
10 years ago, I came to Iraq with zero idea of what to expect. I had just celebrated my 21st birthday on ship, and had just picked up corporal. There really was no social media at the time and my exposure to the news was limited to what I saw in the chow hall. I figured I would be out “hookin’ and jabbin”’ with the Republican Guard in a conflict straight out of the manuals. I was pretty much, totally wrong…
A window into the warrior subculture, via a bit of formal philosophy
We come from many different places. Different parents, families, experiences, branches of service, MOS, etc., but we share a strong bond. This understanding can be appreciated in different ways.