Aprooster74
Bronze Member
It has been two years since I got back. The adventure has been interesting at its worst, and devistating at its best. I cannot say whether I did the things that I did on purpose or unknowingly, but I do know that I did them. The hard part about all of it is that I seem to have very little control of anything. I can think about it in my head and I can know the step by step to get there but I never seem to reach the finish line.
I live each day one at a time. There was a time when I would know my future and be able to tell you what was going to happen and when. I had control. Yes, I know they say that no one ever has control but that is BS at its best. A person can control what is in his own little world, and that is the whole point of life is it not? To be able to enjoy everyday and deal with the unexpected as it hits and move on. I can't do that anymore. I so wish that I could but its just not there, so everyday I get up and ask myself ... Well I will get to that later. It is hard to understand without any background.
I went oversea's for a time and enjoyed the life it had to offer. I do not regret going and never will. I did what had to be done and I was very very good at it. The part that I brought home with me is how vulnerable I truly was. The first time I got hit you could feel the concusion right to the bone. The equipment and armor be damned it went threw me like I was naked and waiting. Did I fail at my duty? No, I did not. I pushed threw it and mission accomplished and the devil be damned he got no one that day if I had a word to say about it, and that day I did. I never really knew what it was that would afect me that day, or the days to follow. I just knew eveyone gets home.
I will continue this later. Right now it is to much remembering is the best way I can say it...
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I live each day one at a time. There was a time when I would know my future and be able to tell you what was going to happen and when. I had control. Yes, I know they say that no one ever has control but that is BS at its best. A person can control what is in his own little world, and that is the whole point of life is it not? To be able to enjoy everyday and deal with the unexpected as it hits and move on. I can't do that anymore. I so wish that I could but its just not there, so everyday I get up and ask myself ... Well I will get to that later. It is hard to understand without any background.
I went oversea's for a time and enjoyed the life it had to offer. I do not regret going and never will. I did what had to be done and I was very very good at it. The part that I brought home with me is how vulnerable I truly was. The first time I got hit you could feel the concusion right to the bone. The equipment and armor be damned it went threw me like I was naked and waiting. Did I fail at my duty? No, I did not. I pushed threw it and mission accomplished and the devil be damned he got no one that day if I had a word to say about it, and that day I did. I never really knew what it was that would afect me that day, or the days to follow. I just knew eveyone gets home.
I will continue this later. Right now it is to much remembering is the best way I can say it...
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