I spend most of my days eating albacore steak and rice. I eat a megashit ton of shrimp, rice, eggs, bacon, french toast....
Everyday is the same day, 1AM to 1PM. Honestly, it isn't bad. I've gotten through the pain. I've dealt with it, its beneath me now. But what about the people with me? We all have our stories, mine was I joined to take care of someone. In the end I lost the game. I'm alone now and thats fine. I can deal, to survive is something else you know. I'm not who I used to be, a part of myself died and thats fine...
But what about my brothers? Why did they join, what did they do to deserve this? I was warned, multiple times. Even my father told me not to but I did anyways. I have no excuse, but again... What about my brothers...
They weren't warned, they were even made promises that were not fulfilled...
There is no excuse for trickery...
Their pain is my pain because I feel it and see it and there isn't anything I can do.
We will deal with it for now. Only 2 1/2 months left till we come back, but there are long lasting effects. You know we were all dealt some shitty cars, but its worse than that. Many of us will die young. Without wives or children, many of us are alcoholics, and many are drug addicts. But thats the hand we were dealt. This is the game we play and no matter what we are going to lose...
I can deal, I will find my woman, I will find the one I love...
They they won't, not all of them at least. And the ones that do will die before they actually should. Cancer, lung complications, nerve damage, and an assortment of diseases that no one will ever find out what it is or where it came from. But I know, we all know...
The sand does things to you. Physically and mentally...
Physical pain I will take any day, but the mental shit. Thats what gets you...
I'm not worried about myself though, I'm worried about my brothers. I live for other people, thats who I am, and unfortunately thats my curse. But again, thats who I am. I live for these guys, and I wish for only the best for them. But something inside of me knows better.
This is an odd rant and I applaud anyone who actually reads this. But there is something wrong with us, we aren't who we used to be. I hope that someone will see that some day and understand whats going on here...
I love you who ever you are, and I know that I will find you one day and you will love me too.
Until then I will miss you and wait with my brothers, till we get our day to rest...
I'll leave you with the darkness, where its safe...
Everyday is the same day, 1AM to 1PM. Honestly, it isn't bad. I've gotten through the pain. I've dealt with it, its beneath me now. But what about the people with me? We all have our stories, mine was I joined to take care of someone. In the end I lost the game. I'm alone now and thats fine. I can deal, to survive is something else you know. I'm not who I used to be, a part of myself died and thats fine...
But what about my brothers? Why did they join, what did they do to deserve this? I was warned, multiple times. Even my father told me not to but I did anyways. I have no excuse, but again... What about my brothers...
They weren't warned, they were even made promises that were not fulfilled...
There is no excuse for trickery...
Their pain is my pain because I feel it and see it and there isn't anything I can do.
We will deal with it for now. Only 2 1/2 months left till we come back, but there are long lasting effects. You know we were all dealt some shitty cars, but its worse than that. Many of us will die young. Without wives or children, many of us are alcoholics, and many are drug addicts. But thats the hand we were dealt. This is the game we play and no matter what we are going to lose...
I can deal, I will find my woman, I will find the one I love...
They they won't, not all of them at least. And the ones that do will die before they actually should. Cancer, lung complications, nerve damage, and an assortment of diseases that no one will ever find out what it is or where it came from. But I know, we all know...
The sand does things to you. Physically and mentally...
Physical pain I will take any day, but the mental shit. Thats what gets you...
I'm not worried about myself though, I'm worried about my brothers. I live for other people, thats who I am, and unfortunately thats my curse. But again, thats who I am. I live for these guys, and I wish for only the best for them. But something inside of me knows better.
This is an odd rant and I applaud anyone who actually reads this. But there is something wrong with us, we aren't who we used to be. I hope that someone will see that some day and understand whats going on here...
I love you who ever you are, and I know that I will find you one day and you will love me too.
Until then I will miss you and wait with my brothers, till we get our day to rest...
I'll leave you with the darkness, where its safe...