epiphanies (or however you spell it)
Tonight I was talking to a buddy of mine in Hell. The only guy who I truely connect with here. He understands me and I understand him. To the point that when shit really gets bad we're the only ones who can hold each other back and calm each other down...and it all started over who was serving potatoes or soup. (story for another time)
Here's the break through: These guys here that we work with. The ones who we see everyday and work with;even the ones we don't talk to much are family. Their not blood. Their not Chosen. They just are. Period. They are so much so that if something happend to one of his family members I'd be there ina heart beat either watching the door or claiming the right leg that needed to be broken for some transgression. We joked about how we'd even help each other hide the body...the scary part is We were joking yet we weren't.
He told me that if anything happend to any of my kids...didn't matter if "I was dick deep in a chic" He'd be flying to me whereever I was.
These things seem wierd to those of you reading this who haven't been through it. Those of you that have (ie Vietnam, Desert Storm, Somalia, Bosnia) you are sitting there nodding your heads. But those of you who haven't been through might think its horrible we say these things. Might not understand it. When you've gone through this with someone and you hear that they've been hit by an ied (bomb) and you see them and they say "hey what's up" and you let out that breath you didn't know you were holding. Or you feel that bomb go off in your dreams but its not your buddy this time but you there in his place b/c as fucked up as it seems you'd take his place in a second. This is what I mean...this is family.
To all my brothers here in my unit or out of it...You're forever going to be Family...as close to me as my wife, my children.
Here's the break through: These guys here that we work with. The ones who we see everyday and work with;even the ones we don't talk to much are family. Their not blood. Their not Chosen. They just are. Period. They are so much so that if something happend to one of his family members I'd be there ina heart beat either watching the door or claiming the right leg that needed to be broken for some transgression. We joked about how we'd even help each other hide the body...the scary part is We were joking yet we weren't.
He told me that if anything happend to any of my kids...didn't matter if "I was dick deep in a chic" He'd be flying to me whereever I was.
These things seem wierd to those of you reading this who haven't been through it. Those of you that have (ie Vietnam, Desert Storm, Somalia, Bosnia) you are sitting there nodding your heads. But those of you who haven't been through might think its horrible we say these things. Might not understand it. When you've gone through this with someone and you hear that they've been hit by an ied (bomb) and you see them and they say "hey what's up" and you let out that breath you didn't know you were holding. Or you feel that bomb go off in your dreams but its not your buddy this time but you there in his place b/c as fucked up as it seems you'd take his place in a second. This is what I mean...this is family.
To all my brothers here in my unit or out of it...You're forever going to be Family...as close to me as my wife, my children.