zachdisaster

bad news caves in like avalanches. this place is terrible enough without the world continuing on without you in a negative downward spiral. Coming inside the wire is supposedly a place of semi-relaxation...at least enough time to catch your breath, turn around, and do it all over again. Instead a measure of impractical SOPs, bad news from homes, and a list of backassward missions fall like any historical empire....it crumbles from the inside. So a 24/7 existence on the move, working your hands to the bone, in excess gear and rounds with the smell of burning engine oil, hot brass falling down inside your body armor, 120 degree heat, learning three different languages at once and everyone hating each other, and a handful of young Americans to keep you sane all enduring similar circumstances. Yet...we love the suck. I love the suck. I could have been any promising young high school graduate with several chances at college, with acceptance letters and scholarships. A stint pissing it away to deal drugs after being institutionalized, a failed attempt at making a real life with shitty roommates, debt, eviction notices, my underpaid over-worked previous job as a pharmacy tech crashing and burning due to jaded reality and a middle finger walking out the door. I count the blessing....beautiful, intelligent wife, current good job with promising future (capitalizing on it), the health of my family, weeding out the fuckfaces for a good set of friends, my favorite bar to return home to, new experiences, dreams of becoming a helicopter pilot, ever-growing Ipod, Iraqi food is actually awesome, ALL THE CHAI I CAN GET, and the excuse for access to a regular firing range. Oh yeah and the new found appreciation of the shower. It's kind of like, fuck you history and nay-sayers, fuck you self-destruction, i gotta beat it this time.