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I walked into work, not knowing where I was. After two months gone, I felt under the gun. Where did I go and why did I go there? More important, what did I leave behind and what did I get myself back into? Coming off of the elevator, it all started coming back to me; where I was, what was expected of me, my obligations, my priorities, my duties. Duties... two months away I was waking up at 3am for my duty owed to my country, coming back to the freedoms liberties I train to fight for and protect, almost didn't seem worth doing. The world changed in two months, people changed; actually, I changed, my eyes opened to a different perspective, my mind shifted my eyes into a new focus. The ungratefulness of the majority of people that you go and sign up to risk your life for, didn't seem worth it. Why aren't they signing up and fighting for what they believe in; the american way? The news broadcasting the bellows and the bickering of the populous that hasn't the slightest idea about their own lives yet alone the life and duties of the few, the proud, the armies of one, the sailors at sea. Laughing at the ignorance of the masses, I realize that there is no logical reasoning with words of wisdom to a world full of fools and their folly. Guilty I am of foolishness and my outlook on the changing world based on the beliefs distilled in my heart, do not make me self righteous, nor do I come off as holier than thou. Disgusted with the one-sidedness of thinking that people have; everything is gospel to them, but in the end, there is no truth that they can stand on. To be continued... |
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